<?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-2371948962852354786</id><updated>2011-12-28T07:31:35.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stick.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-6486746523872870876</id><published>2011-09-04T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T10:46:41.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to let go 2011 (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Oh well.. I have had so much miserable feelings today. Cos' my girl just went out with her friends, 'Tom boys' I know it's fine definitely like seriously. Stop being so oldddd fashioned right right?? Exactly. But fml having shits I never stopped thinking anything could happen. Blame me please ya, im extremely protective or I call it over sensitive. U know that kind of feelings is really unbearable! Imagine the heartache something stabbing it harshly invisibly.. So yeah, I know in being a girl here crappin out those unnecessary topics but that's about it. I shall please please&lt;div&gt;Please learn to let go, learn to chill, learn Freedom! I'm a stubborn sensitive boy ouch.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry about the thing cos' no one reads it already. Maybe just you .. so ya (: it's so good to type all out ): ahhhhhhhhhh~ I'm good. Life isn't just about a girl come on you douche bag.. Wake up!!!! I should learn to let go. What's the matter if she does things bad to u? So?? It's life. So bear it and move on. Thinking doesnt bring you any good, sensitive kid!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-6486746523872870876?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/6486746523872870876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=6486746523872870876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/6486746523872870876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/6486746523872870876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2011/09/learning-to-let-go-2011.html' title='Learning to let go 2011 (:'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-7011935818917440019</id><published>2011-06-21T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:51:03.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin' on you.</title><content type='html'>Let's have some self-talking session here since no one reads my blog anymore ):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woookay.. These months have been really flat, like nothing exciting But for the problems I face, it's like a VOLCANO, thank you. (: screw it, volcano isn't a big thing. Life has been really awesome turning 180 degrees, things changed, created memories and history that kept forever, never be forgotten. A lot of feelings, a mixed feelings are going on and on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I still remember why was my blog created for. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading, ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-7011935818917440019?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/7011935818917440019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=7011935818917440019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7011935818917440019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7011935818917440019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2011/06/nothin-on-you.html' title='Nothin&apos; on you.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-5584150790434884964</id><published>2011-05-28T02:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T02:45:11.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debts!</title><content type='html'>extremely shocked about some debts out from nowhere, unexpectedly few thousands. How great is that (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-5584150790434884964?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/5584150790434884964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=5584150790434884964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/5584150790434884964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/5584150790434884964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2011/05/debts.html' title='Debts!'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-5033772977619370902</id><published>2011-04-25T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:07:39.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation starts the engine, habits keep it running..</title><content type='html'>Dear readers, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I picked up a healthy hobby, reading books, not storybooks, comics, nope. It is some kinds of motivation/ mind powering books, sounds like fun huh? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... The purpose of life is not to win. It is to grow and share, brighten the world a lil, creates more smily faces, world peace, life's good, ban open-burning, quit smoking, destroy drug addicts, lots more to get close to perfection...&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most important measure of how a good game I played, was how much I'd made my teammates play. Individuals don't create as big impact as a community/ a group do. Before having the right attitude, I guess disciplinary' existed before success'. A person lacking discipline is like living in a prison without bars. Are your habits making a prisoner of you? Dig that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been forcing myself not to give out, bother too much about her, finally I can slowly let go bit by bit. My sensitiveness is cutting down. Awesome shit (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cancer, horo acts this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-5033772977619370902?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/5033772977619370902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=5033772977619370902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/5033772977619370902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/5033772977619370902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2011/04/motivation-starts-engine-habits-keep-it.html' title='Motivation starts the engine, habits keep it running..'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-7949809831464519722</id><published>2011-04-21T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:04:34.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer.</title><content type='html'>Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe being too sensitive is just me. That's just me. Don't mind me telling out these shits everytime. I blog about bad things happen on me, a little good ones (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if you expect someone to be nice to you, firstly, please be nice to that person, to be fair indeed. There's no free lunch okay. If you're being a jerk, never blame others to be a better jerk. I do respect your wills, wants, and stuff; You too should be that, do that, behave that way. So, do not expect the person to be nice again, cos' things change according to the surrounding. Makeeeeeeeeeee sure you are certain with what you crave for, then GO ahead with effort, you deserve the things you crave. In the meanwhile, you lose something else, and that's for sure. There is no two sides benefiting you unless you're a queen, even queen can't be that greedy. I don't know what I am saying.. lol. Okay so guys, BE yourself and BE prepared to face life as things annoy you lots somehow, especially your loved ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciaooo (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-7949809831464519722?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/7949809831464519722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=7949809831464519722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7949809831464519722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7949809831464519722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2011/04/cancer.html' title='Cancer.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-8163385918041253374</id><published>2011-04-20T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:31:18.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure kills</title><content type='html'>What I think, thought, have been thinking was somehow sometimes wrong. Imagined it was going well, gonna be OK, cos' plainly was just intentionally to help people and all. But it ended up bringing shits to me. I have to decide the shit out of the ass. SIGHS! I don't know.. Maybe I was just wrong, even at the start. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please, once you have confirmed something, please just do it, act right. Don't bring trouble to the people around you who are just trying to help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya and another shit came, helped one person and at last I had to settle the shit by paying bucks. Well I know I shouldn't have brought that up to offer her a hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually it sounds normal yet not a big deal, but when all came at once, it is, trust me. Plus my awesome dad who's a fire head screwed me up everytime. A little mistakes can be like the sky is falling down or something, give a chance for people to learn, losers. So yeah imagine me working for him (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I still believe it's just part of life, get the juice out of it and move on, an experience of facing challenges indeed. I know what you're thinking, yeah right! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'re reading a future millionaire's blog ey! hahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for stopping by, seeee you soon! (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-8163385918041253374?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/8163385918041253374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=8163385918041253374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/8163385918041253374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/8163385918041253374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2011/04/pressure-kills.html' title='Pressure kills'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-7327261965146349022</id><published>2011-04-05T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T22:11:42.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning ache.</title><content type='html'>HOLA! (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told something ridiculous the other night. Never like to be lied about any single thing! Let's see if it will still ever happen again, like seriously..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, the Celebrity Fitness called me up and had a awesome deal with me. What a kind of business strategy forcing to continue being a member. Again was damn told that I had an outstanding amount of 500+ which is accumulated since 4~5 months ago and I was like what the f*** is your problem man. Added that I had to clear it, cos' it was in the contract and all. Of course, I did not agree with it. He again mentioned, okay well, if you can't settle the payment, we might send you a lawyer letter to sue you, *HAH, do it*. Then how awesome and nice he was, informed me the outstanding amount will automatically be cancelled if I'm joining as a new member, again, in THESE FUCKING FEW DAYS time, cos' the PROMOTION ends soon, THEY use this kind of shit every single time when meet a poor customer, like me *innocent look* what a goddammit' good reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spitted all out, time to ciao! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sorry guys, excuse me for describing them harshly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/2371948962852354786-7327261965146349022?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/7327261965146349022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=7327261965146349022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7327261965146349022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7327261965146349022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2011/04/burning-ache.html' title='Burning ache.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-7805438457244716245</id><published>2011-04-04T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T00:13:26.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unaccomplished annoying shits.</title><content type='html'>Thank you for being here peeps. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, now too many irritating stuff with/ for me to handle. I don't mention them but... *sighs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I being so friendly and yet to be taking from granted, haha, maybe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been trying to endure and stuff, it was just so happen I couldn't bother anymore and BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't blame me for that shit okay, you should be also responsible for that, I had done my part though. *Maybe you guys don't know what i'm saying but yeah it's BLOGGING, we blog things that kept in heart and nobody would understand, sometimes* (: Fine, I'll do it cos' I forgive your childishness and immaturity, KICK ASS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, why don't you just post it, announce it so to be fair for us. I dislike the feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;That is all for now peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size: small; font-style: italic; "&gt;p.s: This is an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: italic; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;EMO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size: small; font-style: italic; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;post.&lt;/i&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/2371948962852354786-7805438457244716245?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/7805438457244716245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=7805438457244716245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7805438457244716245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7805438457244716245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2011/04/unaccomplished-annoying-shits.html' title='Unaccomplished annoying shits.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-3261870656535592713</id><published>2011-03-31T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T01:52:40.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The right track</title><content type='html'>What's up people...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a time I had the extreme passion and motivation to improve daily life, creates more opportunities for others, change the world.. Well actually, to be successful, heh! Though having that kind of mindset was good, in terms of making money. However, it seems to be making me to be more forgetful... about family, health, friendships, romance(heh) and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's okay, I'm still young! More to come and go, experience gaining though. Life's good, short. Appreciate things around you, do not care if it's either good or bad, it is part of the thing. *OMG, why am I being so old and the thinking right now* lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make it short and simple, have the right attitude! So don't mind me if what am I saying is offensive. *I know it's not, I'm just being friendly* Haha.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I'm an employee, that's not the end yet, I am unbeatable though something happened last time. Till my college ends, see me in TV yeahhh, sharing the secret of success, Haha (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright meet me the next stop. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-3261870656535592713?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/3261870656535592713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=3261870656535592713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/3261870656535592713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/3261870656535592713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2011/03/right-track.html' title='The right track'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-6851688002596953185</id><published>2011-03-28T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:01:21.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoning Chapter.</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, again working, awesome work. I need a college life ASAP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's make it a lil more random, damn a man could cry watching a Singaporean drama, haha! whatever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;27th March 2O11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is a memorable day that it will not to be forgotten. Thank you lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now, see you guys soon! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-6851688002596953185?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/6851688002596953185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=6851688002596953185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/6851688002596953185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/6851688002596953185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2011/03/stoning-chapter.html' title='Stoning Chapter.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-1185934363492599121</id><published>2011-03-24T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T02:39:17.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside out, confusion.</title><content type='html'>Oh hello to nobody (: i assume not many read my blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am in dad's shop stoning at this hour, no nothing here and suffers hunger right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah currently working part time for him till my college starts, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was supposed to be in March as the madam mentioned it, sadly she mistaken, so yeah, it should be in JULY! *fml loook*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am i going to get away with these boring months. 3months in between, what am i supposed to do? Work for dad? Most probably. Just chill? Nehh. Get a girl? Maybe. Score A? No. Score A to get millions? No way. Hah, not being emo, just spitting out the pain came from my ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda a lot to tell from my heart but not in here, haha. ): I have feelings. People might think I look tough from the outside cos' I am. But still, sighs.. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, gtg. ciao! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-1185934363492599121?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/1185934363492599121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=1185934363492599121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/1185934363492599121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/1185934363492599121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2011/03/inside-out-confusion.html' title='Inside out, confusion.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-9218916562751179428</id><published>2011-02-23T06:24:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T06:29:20.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSB.</title><content type='html'>Apparently looking extremely free posting 2 blogs 2 days in a row. And that means I'm looking for a part time job till college starts though which is on 21st of March. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... Yeah &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Introduce some opportunities kayy. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda stressful about stuff sometimes. Stand up and dont be a pussy, hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, that's all about it, ciao guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-9218916562751179428?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/9218916562751179428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=9218916562751179428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/9218916562751179428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/9218916562751179428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2011/02/csb_23.html' title='CSB.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-9117031799073564640</id><published>2011-02-22T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T05:00:42.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tough journey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to the ones who are still checking out my updates. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days i just had to face lots of stuff, emotionally, and don't think so anyone gives a shit, haha. Well, i'm feeling dead bored, lifeless and helpless here. Cause' i used to be damn busy doing stuff, like score A, and now, Not anymore. It's 22nd of Feb., and my college is starting on 21st march, thinking that in that period of time will be really worse than what i'm going through right now, sighs. Gonna get a job(just over broke), lol and move on. I had a promise of buying this and that while i was doing great in Score A, i mean it was going better and better. However, things changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's only part of the reasons i'm here today. Crap~&lt;br /&gt;Why are people/things/ friends come and go so quickly, had so much fun time and disappeared really too soon, goddammit! It's not even in the middle of the year and i had seen so much, miserable stuff, ya know whaa em sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pub, drink, arguments, fights, tears, gays, sex, nonsense, threatening, love, friendships, revenge, excitement, drugs, cash, deep shit, debts, texas hold'em poker, peter, score A, gay sex, smoke, giggles, studies, girl gone too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Those all happened like akasha blinks in your face and spams her ultimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Good bye (: oh and thanks for stopping by, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have a nice day.&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/2371948962852354786-9117031799073564640?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/9117031799073564640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=9117031799073564640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/9117031799073564640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/9117031799073564640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2011/02/tough-journey.html' title='tough journey.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-3448859437379615256</id><published>2010-06-29T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T01:01:37.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad!!</title><content type='html'>It's time for me to crap out something about life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for futher actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one reads my blog anymore right since i haven't been being active for sooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when u read this, i'll be the only man standing on mount. everest okay? (: how awesome is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stress, don't stress, don't stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD BYE! it's lame i know, just shut up. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-3448859437379615256?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/3448859437379615256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=3448859437379615256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/3448859437379615256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/3448859437379615256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wanna-be-billionaire-so-freaking-bad.html' title='I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad!!'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-4156430853941793206</id><published>2010-05-02T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:18:10.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/S90xDXIHiiI/AAAAAAAAALc/e89LcIDAsEg/s1600/stock-vector-police-road-block-3635746%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466579456515082786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/S90xDXIHiiI/AAAAAAAAALc/e89LcIDAsEg/s320/stock-vector-police-road-block-3635746%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay to be easy. This thing is about me got blocked by the police. It started from going home after pool with megan, wai jen, king yiew, kris, chun yang, mel, wai kiat and so on. It was around 1.10am to be exact, since the road was quite empty, so you should understand that i was driving fast, it was around 120km/hour+. I was wondering how on earth can it be congested at 1am?! So... whatever, I knew there must be some police wanna make money. I wasn't afraid that i would be caught because i hadn't been caught by police in roadway. But, the cop stopped me dei... *great*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the conversation between me and friendlypoliceman.&lt;br /&gt;Me: umm.. hello sir?&lt;br /&gt;Him: you dah buat over limit dengan 130km/hr.&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh?&lt;br /&gt;Him: so....................?&lt;br /&gt;Me: boleh kalau....&lt;br /&gt;Him: boleh boleh..&lt;br /&gt;Me: *checking money*&lt;br /&gt;Him: *waiting*&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH SHIT!.. saya tak bawa duit banyak..&lt;br /&gt;Him: hmm? *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Me: tunggu ya *starts counting*&lt;br /&gt;Him: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I hanya ada sepuluh *took all the money out*. Boleh ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and said, okay lah. He took away the money under a hard paper or something.&lt;br /&gt;Then i said, Thank you BOSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-4156430853941793206?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/4156430853941793206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=4156430853941793206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4156430853941793206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4156430853941793206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2010/05/friendly-nature.html' title='Friendly Nature'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/S90xDXIHiiI/AAAAAAAAALc/e89LcIDAsEg/s72-c/stock-vector-police-road-block-3635746%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-7969302503004808430</id><published>2010-04-26T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T07:43:36.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When in Rome...</title><content type='html'>Not to mention my blog's dead and alive again. To make it short, amos is back! I am so in touch and love with playing pool though. Maybe I just had nothing to do but to play pool during the college break time. Somehow I just got addicted to it. Amos will be a professional pool player one day! (:&lt;br /&gt;So, if any of you would like to challenge, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the Amos&lt;/span&gt;, call. But! He's only a beginner, remember that. I need practice indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to blog, top news was all about pool. Buhbye peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-7969302503004808430?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/7969302503004808430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=7969302503004808430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7969302503004808430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7969302503004808430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-in-rome.html' title='When in Rome...'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-179208696189095262</id><published>2010-02-28T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T04:13:42.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>I know my blog is almost dead. i'm back! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about. I just feel like making it not looking so dead.&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow i'll be having a test for MPW, malaysian studies", damn it! Good thing is, it is a open book test. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying so hard to sleep at 10pm everyday! Determination will bring me there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing here, miley cyrus... miley cyrus, whatever! You people love to tease me saying, miley sucks, she is a whore, and bla bla bla.. whatever lahh. i don't care! I don't do conflicts (: peace man over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she sucks! But i like the way she sucks. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye boys and girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-179208696189095262?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/179208696189095262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=179208696189095262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/179208696189095262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/179208696189095262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2010/02/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-6239596473951697883</id><published>2010-01-19T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T06:59:58.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update 0.12267version</title><content type='html'>I say, YO! I know you miss my blog (: There you go. Let me blog abouuut my college life!&lt;br /&gt;Guess which college am i in? ..........................WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the answer is INTI college Subang Jaya. AS YOU KNOW, i have a driving license &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; so i go there by myself. The problem is that, the stupid traffic jam, the parking area is not provided. If it jam right, could be an hour! It's killing me! But whatever, the main issue is that the parking thingy. I got &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "saman(s)" for the first 3 days of college. I drove here and there finding where to settle that shit payment. i spent hours, like 3 hrs asking again and again, finally i found the place, MPSJ centre! I'll NEVER gonna forget and forgive you, %^%&amp;amp;. SO, it's so wasting time if u get saman seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the good thing is, i met a lot of friends here, fat, hot, spiderman, batman, sailormoon, higglytown hero, hello kitty, power ranger, dexter, nerds, JAY CHOW! Whatever species, i can find there, too bad i don't seee &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MILEY CYRUS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ): Oh ya! for the course i'm taking, it's FOUNDATION IN BUSINESS &amp;amp; IT. Inti college's a damn good place. Not promoting and i don't get paid, just being TRUTHFUL AND HONEST (: You know me. I want more friends here, marilah marilah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. I've learnt a lot from the SAMAN thing, experienced Man here *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-6239596473951697883?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/6239596473951697883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=6239596473951697883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/6239596473951697883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/6239596473951697883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2010/01/update-012267version.html' title='Update 0.12267version'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-4724162021907211428</id><published>2009-11-23T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:33:49.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party in the MALAYSIA</title><content type='html'>Well, you should know what day is today right? It's &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miley Cyrus'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;birthday! I'm taking this opportunity to wish everyone whose birthday is in this week ;) . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm still having exam at the moment, like DUH, tomorrow would be MORAL which is only about memorizing &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;word by word&lt;/span&gt;. I left 2 moral definitions now! HELL YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to talk about, just.. once again, happy birthday to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;CHEN YANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Will go yum cha tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-4724162021907211428?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/4724162021907211428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=4724162021907211428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4724162021907211428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4724162021907211428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/11/party-in-malaysia.html' title='Party in the MALAYSIA'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-2706232349625298020</id><published>2009-11-11T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T03:59:27.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Day.</title><content type='html'>Who could understand my feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;chaar chyuan&lt;/span&gt;(CC)'s house for one night. CC and i together with Sai Kit(SK) planned to study until very late at night for SPM. Well, SK "Fong Fei Kei"a.k.a "FFK" us for not coming to his house. We didn't mind at all cause' he was exhausted after taking the driving test from the morning until evening, i think. Congratulations to you baby, he passed, finally, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason i'm blogging here is just to express out something, a very awkward case. That is, i accidentally hit on CC's house gate with HIS MYVI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;It was lunch time, CC, Kit Wui and I planned to drive out his car to some place to eat. To make it simple, we had our lunch and got back to CC's house. When we were about to reach, there was one black dog blocking our way. I stopped there and waited for like, few seconds and it still didn't willing to move away. I drove straight slowly and it walked away with a kind of stare. I thought it was following us into his house. I drove in and quickly clicked on the button which is to close the auto-gate, *the gates were closed*. CC said if i park at the side would be better. i tried doing according to what he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, the peak comes. I was doing this go-astern, the gear was &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;IN REVERSE&lt;/span&gt;. I pressed on the "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRAKE&lt;/span&gt;", I THOUGHT IT WAS THE BRAKE, BUT actually it was the "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;petro press&lt;/span&gt;". I was PANICKED and WONDERED why DID THE "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRAKE&lt;/span&gt;" became "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PETRO PRESS&lt;/span&gt;". I accelerated the car by going backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do when the car was reversing. I thought the brake has got some problem. I PRESSED the "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRAKE&lt;/span&gt;" harder, even HARDER, as i thought it spoiled.  I didn't manage to stop the car before hitting into the auto-gate. The sound, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BOOM&lt;/span&gt;! and the impact i tell you, HORRIBLE. The Myvi didn't hurt much, luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've taken some photos to show you guys. The one side of the gates is totally hospitalized. It could cost so much. I have this feeling to return CC the money tho, so guilty seriously. I daydreamed whole day, even now, about the incident this afternoon. I bet the black dog has put a curse on me, i heared it giggled, cruel dog. To all the superstituous people, black dogs bring bad luck, not the black cats. Well, do not wish a person birthday with this type of sentense, " Hey you, HAD A &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;BLAST&lt;/span&gt; YA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a real &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;BLAST&lt;/span&gt;. Nobody wants to try, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't tell my mom about it yet. Saving by my own lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experience gaining, again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-2706232349625298020?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/2706232349625298020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=2706232349625298020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/2706232349625298020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/2706232349625298020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-day.html' title='That Day.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-5290658575527340037</id><published>2009-10-28T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:14:20.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why chinese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sugz_HyijJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SebKUNFiSAk/s1600-h/133498367_189baedcf7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397621312919342226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sugz_HyijJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SebKUNFiSAk/s320/133498367_189baedcf7%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't like Wednesday though. That incident carved in my mind. Now, let me menyampaikan story itu, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just right after class, i bought &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;CHAAR SIEW BAO&lt;/span&gt; nearby kasturi cause' i was so starving seriously. I stepped in the bus and searched for a seat. i sat right behind corner where there was no one, to eat my food! (: Out of nowhere, one ridiculous hairy undecent looking ass hole came to my seat and sat so closely to me. I felt irritated tho and his smell, aiyorrr! i tell you, as smelly as a sour ass. I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PRETENDED&lt;/span&gt; alright. *there was nobody sitting at the last row* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the bloody conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SHIT: Hey, where are you going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me: Taman Desa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SHIT: Where is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;*i didnt know how to explain*&lt;/strong&gt; Near the mid valley there one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SHIT: I need money now &lt;strong&gt;*he got one small cutter from his pocket*.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;*Shocked but still calm cause' i was blur, haha!*&lt;/strong&gt; I have no money, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SHIT: Take out your wallet now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me: Okay. &lt;strong&gt;*rm90+ shown to him*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SHIT: I won't take your phone, i just need some of the money please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me: Fine, rm20?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SHIT: rm30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me: Take rm20 only please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SHIT: No. I want rm30 only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I gave it to him. He walked out with a FREAKING&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WARM SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with his right arm lifted up, I stunned. I was wondering, why me?! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the very bright side, this proves that, i'm a soft hearted guy, understanding, cool, steady, reliable, innocent and whole lot of LOVE. Fighting will always be at the most bottom of my list of action. My closer friends know about it tho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;experience gaining, wednesday, lol!&lt;/em&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/2371948962852354786-5290658575527340037?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/5290658575527340037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=5290658575527340037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/5290658575527340037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/5290658575527340037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-chinese.html' title='Why chinese?'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sugz_HyijJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SebKUNFiSAk/s72-c/133498367_189baedcf7%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-5030536675892597605</id><published>2009-10-24T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:39:15.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another boring day of mine.</title><content type='html'>She brainwashed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SuMs09P9FUI/AAAAAAAAALI/-sG14Igb0O0/s1600-h/733296031%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396206066826286402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SuMs09P9FUI/AAAAAAAAALI/-sG14Igb0O0/s320/733296031%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brightest star, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SuMs0imM4KI/AAAAAAAAALA/NzZd3vya4Uc/s1600-h/miley-cyrus_dot_com_modeling-random1-004%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396206059671838882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SuMs0imM4KI/AAAAAAAAALA/NzZd3vya4Uc/s320/miley-cyrus_dot_com_modeling-random1-004%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't she look gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 9. I thought i would dream of Miley Cyrus, &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Destiny Hope&lt;/span&gt;, again seriously. Well, usually dreams come from the imagination or things that you have been thinking since the whole day, so when you go to sleep, your mind would bring you to the things you had thought of. There was one night, i dreamed of her, miley cyrus, -.-. I know what you're thinking, i'm not being obsessed. Let me share this dream with you. Haha. So as usual i took bus to kasturi, alone. I had this picture in my mind suddenly, i saw miley cyrus was sitting alone there. Maybe she never takes bus but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;LIMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, whatever, it was a dream. As i got closer to her, i started to faint. I just sat next to her since in the bus was only me and her only, even without a driver, imagine how romantic it was. I talked to her about &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hannah Montana&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a conversation i sketched by my own, i don't really remember so much but roughly it was like that. She was so cool though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Hey, are you miley cyrus?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miley: yeah, i am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I am a big fan of you. Why are you here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miley: *forgot*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Did you stop acting in Hannah Montana? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miley: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But whyy? i love it tho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miley: Well, i feel like putting myself into more movies and other adult shows, not Hannah Montana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I'm about to reach. Can i have your contact number?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miley: yeah sure. *she took out her phone and the model was just like mine, W902*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I was shocked. I thought it was FATE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-*&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;we compared the phone and laughed&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-*&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my mind was thinking, SHE DOESNT STAY IN MALAYSIA, BUT WHY USING THIS MODEL OF PHONE. SHE MUST HAVE BOUGHT IT RECENTLY. IT MUST BE A CHEAP PHONE ONLY SHE WOULD BUY IT&lt;/span&gt;*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-*&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i felt embarrassed though&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-We exchanged number and i got myself in Pathways from nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called up Sai Kit and asked for group study again and i DROVE to his house and had lunch with him, see the word? "Drove". Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396203386729991410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SuMqY9HNDPI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jWBg_tYdomk/s320/DSC03005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396202028964990594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SuMpJ7CzToI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xbfzAWyOvvI/s320/DSC03009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Group Study 2) Sai Kit and i in the living room, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396202046024158178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SuMpK6mBi-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/j8CmqhhQ-18/s320/DSC02936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This picture was taken days ago before today. Group Study 1)Kenn Wei... Kenn Wei. Trying to act BIG, but it's not perfect too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396202054339932594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SuMpLZkqMbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/u_OFu_3uKzg/s320/DSC02943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love ADD MATHS, who dont'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-5030536675892597605?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/5030536675892597605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=5030536675892597605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/5030536675892597605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/5030536675892597605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-boring-day-of-mine.html' title='Another boring day of mine.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SuMs09P9FUI/AAAAAAAAALI/-sG14Igb0O0/s72-c/733296031%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-8066529646817186542</id><published>2009-10-09T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:16:18.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortunate, me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;woohoo! i can officially drive now after months dealing with the driving stuff (: On that particular practical driving test day which was on a tuesday, i got the feeling! i thought i might fail it tho. So, before i got out from my house, i pray, double pray and just pray, pray, pray repeatedly. it helped to make me felt better indeed. I went to the bus stop nearby pearl point and waited for the uncle George to bring me to Bangi where the place held. In the Avanza, we had 6 people, it was 6. i didn't know anybody there in the car so i was quiet, really quiet. But there was onee girl aged around 17 who's a smoker -.- i could smell it when she breathed out! Oh my.. when we arrived to the place, the girl started smoking, again. i got the section 2, number 32. i had waited for hours with some friends(just met) there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when it was about my turn i dah takut lah! -.- after watching people stepping out of the Kancil and walked away with a unpleasant look, scared me though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now! i started the engine, and controled the car, *enjin mati*, OH GOSH! i started it again. The clutch and the petro pressing was different from the cars i practised, darn it! Well, still managed to drive very slowly, listen. VERY SLOWLY. When i went on the slope. i stopped righhht at the yellow box and i thought i would fail seriously. i really didn't bother so much and lifted my hand. Then the examiner asked me GO! i pressed the petro as hard as i could. BOOM! passed! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me make it simple, i was alright about the parking and 3-point-turn. About the driving on the road. The examiner was a cop, faaaat faaaat cop (: i adjusted the seat, the mirror and all of course. Now imagine i was on the slope with the examiner sitting beside me. 1 word, panic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390831446072886322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/StAUo2suBDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JtSNhW2QDTw/s320/2517753939_e6b16d4842%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The engine died for more 5 times! -.- He was mad about it. Whaaaat to do lahh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, but still, i managed to pass lahh since i "didn't" bayar duit kopi (: 3 of us passed out of 6. shows how easy it is. noooo fear! *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i've never been that happy before after all settled. pheeeewwhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;(: (: (: (: (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buuhbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-8066529646817186542?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/8066529646817186542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=8066529646817186542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/8066529646817186542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/8066529646817186542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/10/fortunate-me.html' title='Fortunate, me'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/StAUo2suBDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JtSNhW2QDTw/s72-c/2517753939_e6b16d4842%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-4167587150470349309</id><published>2009-09-18T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:05:03.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous, crazy drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello! i was pleasant to drive chen yang's brother's car in a very short distance, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;darn it!&lt;/span&gt;, i should've made longer distance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that thursday after school, we planned to swim in casa desa. Then, kim hong drove his car and sent around 4 people there, while chen yang, kit wui and i didn't get into his car cause' it was too occupied. Chen yang asked his mom if she let kit wui to drive the car since kit wui has the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;DRIVING LICENSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", we lied to her mom, guilty case. So at first, chen yang and i was worried about him or *US* if he wasn't so experienced in driving &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ILLEGALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he was good(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;a very crazy driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), though. During halfway reaching there, we saw the kim hong's gang walking towards the Faber Height. So we followed them as well. Leonard's friend(resident) thought the security guards could let us in at first, but the rules there was so strict that we weren't allowed to swim, "!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the best part coming, after swimming, kim hong decided to get his car from the casa desa. Well, since i have the 'L' license, i thought i could drive &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;S&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MOOTHLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i brought them to the place where kim hong parked his car, during that very journey, they got crazy and thought they were dying, i think, since they screamed, lol. Kit wui was like, "OMG CHOO! LET ME DRIVE. STOP THERE!", -.-. Then I said, "CHIILL GUYS. i can do this!!". I LOVE THIS GAME SERIOUSLY! muahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climax over. Thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were fortunate that no accidents happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's imagine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382789955428913522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SrOC8fnhkXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vgkSHwP6Y3c/s320/238%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;what if this happens to us....?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382789958677913554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SrOC8ruJX9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UC5eaaD4GD0/s320/car_accident_29%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;or this?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 428px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382790858452137362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SrODxDpCdZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/G1Eh4HlD7vQ/s320/DuaneHanson%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Or this? could be possible. haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have my practical driving test at 6th of october. Whoever wants to sit my car, WELCOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*smiling warmly, with evil laughter* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-4167587150470349309?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/4167587150470349309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=4167587150470349309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4167587150470349309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4167587150470349309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/09/dangerous-crazy-drivers.html' title='Dangerous, crazy drivers'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SrOC8fnhkXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vgkSHwP6Y3c/s72-c/238%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-4864884433668747853</id><published>2009-09-16T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:26:42.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drag me to hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say bye to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; trials!! I don't consider sivic as part of it. i have no more fear, yeah :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's have a slight flashback about the past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was like....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382067029473249954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SrDxcqkYSqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/l7o9pRriP1I/s320/3594039182_c3bd992059%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382067042769053650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SrDxdcGWJ9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/oHB6Kc-05ps/s320/2164356651_5b039ed682%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;Stupid books. so ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One thing here, i got my maths 69 ONLY!! oh my god. it's so sad indeed. Haha, simply because i went to michelle's birthday party and stayed overnight in jasper's house and only go school the next day for the maths shit. Anyway, still worth it lah. it was fun in the party though, :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To all the cool guys and cool girls out there, "S", "T", "O", "P" IT! as Cik Sugu always tells us that, whenever we gone &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;updated.&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/2371948962852354786-4864884433668747853?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/4864884433668747853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=4864884433668747853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4864884433668747853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4864884433668747853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/09/drag-me-to-hell.html' title='Drag me to hell'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SrDxcqkYSqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/l7o9pRriP1I/s72-c/3594039182_c3bd992059%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-8469460802307472777</id><published>2009-09-09T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T05:49:55.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>history, my favourite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello boys and girls! Well, this is still the hard time which the form fives are suffering from the trial and i am here to write nonsense. I have things to say but i don't think that i could post it out, lol. It's a big big secret. Somebody might think, what the hell is wrong with amos?" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku memang tak tau, kenapa susahnya nak baca buku. Sai kit, Qi long and I planned to study as they always do. I was totally determined and focused at the beginning but i ended up becoming a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i sang songs and made them laugh. I was really contagious, they eventually got crazy and sang along with me. Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love BOLTZ! it's so inspiring.. ahhhh, you're so beautiful miley cyrus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkhMfo-mtKQ&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkhMfo-mtKQ&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, the day before today which was yesterday, i actually studied for biology and that was once in a blue moon, haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379468379571926706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sqe1_VTUtrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Wiymnuw9VE4/s320/DSC00888.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Now you know why couldn't i get my biology above 60. I Fcuk-ed the papers, lol. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-8469460802307472777?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/8469460802307472777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=8469460802307472777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/8469460802307472777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/8469460802307472777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/09/history-my-favourite.html' title='history, my favourite.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sqe1_VTUtrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Wiymnuw9VE4/s72-c/DSC00888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-3199686508979047038</id><published>2009-08-02T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T07:29:52.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit!</title><content type='html'>SO, i haven't been blogging since 22 of june! I am "back".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trial! trial! trial! exams! woops! sorry Friends, i didn't mean to remind you all, haha. I have no ideas what to blog about. recently i started playing RESTAURANT CITY! It's quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important thing here, Me, Choo Shing Onn has quitted playing Dota and all online games till all exams over since first of august or second?. It takes skills and determination. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, i am craving for food! I don't know why. I just got my undang test passed, even though i had failed once or twice? x).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now free from everything. i feel good yet confused about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, can u believe it that i haven't watched hannah montana for few months even though i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a big fan of durians! no durian haters here, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i planned to watched many movies with friends this year. BUT I DID NOT! i only watched DANCE SUBARO and I missed HANNAH MONTANA MOVIE, Transformer, soon HARRY POTTER and so many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. thanks for coming. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-3199686508979047038?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/3199686508979047038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=3199686508979047038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/3199686508979047038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/3199686508979047038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/08/quit.html' title='Quit!'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-1943306023339198708</id><published>2009-06-22T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T05:17:39.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>food!</title><content type='html'>Account Disabled&lt;br /&gt;Your account has been disabled. If you have any questions or concerns, you can visit our FAQ page &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/help.php?page=42"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what's that. My facebook account has been locked, what the... I personally think that my brother was the one who did that *Lol* since it wasn't me and i'm quiteeeeee sure :). So, no more facebook, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to blog about. Words couldn't describe how i felt, only picture explains the pain in my heart :(, sweat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at my daughters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350124097180914658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sj91hSy50-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/qSwe3T5F8sE/s320/21062009441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;King in the castle with chicks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-1943306023339198708?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/1943306023339198708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=1943306023339198708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/1943306023339198708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/1943306023339198708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/06/food.html' title='food!'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sj91hSy50-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/qSwe3T5F8sE/s72-c/21062009441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-4601646518700576979</id><published>2009-06-16T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:07:39.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hannah montana!</title><content type='html'>well, i just had my braces done last thursday. The first thing i realised was a little a bit painful &lt;span&gt;and the people with braces should know about it, very uncomfortable. what i &lt;em&gt;ate&lt;/em&gt; was only the food that soft in the outside and inside. gosh! i just can't imagine that i got to eat porridge the coming days, i even Drink the porridge twice in a day. By looking at the bright side, a couple of years later, i can have beautiful teeth. And, i can lose weight, ohhh yeah baby. *evil laughter*,-.-. Btw, the metal wire in the braces got me 5 ulcers, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the exam papers i received, i got all passed, unexpected one(typing out proudly), haha. hannahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh montanaa...! sorry, just suddenly comes up in my mind. Damn sugar plus cheese!, i havent got the chance to watch miley cyrus in the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else to blog about?? Hmmm... lai cheong's a man! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-4601646518700576979?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/4601646518700576979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=4601646518700576979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4601646518700576979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4601646518700576979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/06/hannah-montana.html' title='hannah montana!'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-4454896002423911600</id><published>2009-06-09T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:41:10.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tears of blood</title><content type='html'>pictures:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si_SAJYvRfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KsRFv_SHeNM/s1600-h/09062009(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345722182673581554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si_SAJYvRfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KsRFv_SHeNM/s320/09062009(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si_R_-dCv6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/TY_TcuG0DGI/s1600-h/09062009(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345722179738845090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si_R_-dCv6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/TY_TcuG0DGI/s320/09062009(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si_QhTABecI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NlQjIWDYi9A/s1600-h/4649_90533208617_618093617_1855849_7692095_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345720553166698946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si_QhTABecI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NlQjIWDYi9A/s320/4649_90533208617_618093617_1855849_7692095_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si6Om8cA7KI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iWvi8sUU3_0/s1600-h/4649_90533243617_618093617_1855855_5078407_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345366607445159074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si6Om8cA7KI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iWvi8sUU3_0/s320/4649_90533243617_618093617_1855855_5078407_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si6OmrD3QfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5irmG8l6V0k/s1600-h/4649_90533228617_618093617_1855853_8376386_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345366602780459506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si6OmrD3QfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5irmG8l6V0k/s320/4649_90533228617_618093617_1855853_8376386_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si6OmvxE5VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/suGT0HEXbM8/s1600-h/4649_90533218617_618093617_1855851_2870034_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345366604043838802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si6OmvxE5VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/suGT0HEXbM8/s320/4649_90533218617_618093617_1855851_2870034_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si6OmeuNheI/AAAAAAAAAII/t62HyzsEIv8/s1600-h/4649_90533213617_618093617_1855850_1378118_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345366599468418530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si6OmeuNheI/AAAAAAAAAII/t62HyzsEIv8/s320/4649_90533213617_618093617_1855850_1378118_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;every "challenging" game hasnt been scary to me anymore after the trip in genting. man! u all must play the space shot, a tall tower?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this time, eugene and i were at the bus stop nearby restoran u like it. we walked to megan's place and waited her and michelle for NOT LONG, 15 mins only. We were slow walking to the bus stop in front............ for mel's mom's car to sunway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, we only spent 48 bucks each person for wet and dry theme park (is that how u say it? whatever). im used to summary writing, so we just played, played and played there. Time went very quickly and it was 5+pm already. So we had dinner in the shopping mall. I was so freaking excited when they said, let's have a movie. (Hannah Montana movie!) *grrr...rr.* at last, just took some photos and went home. frankly, it was fun with the chicks there, haha. Overall, 1 word, "pokkai"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-4454896002423911600?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/4454896002423911600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=4454896002423911600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4454896002423911600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4454896002423911600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/06/tears-of-blood.html' title='tears of blood'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Si_SAJYvRfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KsRFv_SHeNM/s72-c/09062009(010).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-9031179061920079562</id><published>2009-06-04T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:05:27.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>days and night in genting</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343874044296430146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SilBIVa4AkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rqd4Y5haB7Q/s320/DSC02122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SilBIOHqINI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OZLhi-irbbs/s1600-h/04062009200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343874042336780498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SilBIOHqINI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OZLhi-irbbs/s320/04062009200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SilBH-JABtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xy4heiGhILQ/s1600-h/04062009194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343874038047442642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SilBH-JABtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xy4heiGhILQ/s320/04062009194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sik_8R8NJBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XTUTMzkcDLI/s1600-h/03062009115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343872737692427282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sik_8R8NJBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XTUTMzkcDLI/s320/03062009115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sik_8LotY1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/EcfrV3Q3tgE/s1600-h/04062009236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343872736000041810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sik_8LotY1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/EcfrV3Q3tgE/s320/04062009236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sik_72Ro4yI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B7Y8Hu3c_Gc/s1600-h/04062009170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343872730266133282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sik_72Ro4yI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B7Y8Hu3c_Gc/s320/04062009170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sik_7voi3fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/j8h-cKrKpkQ/s1600-h/04062009224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343872728483159538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sik_7voi3fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/j8h-cKrKpkQ/s320/04062009224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sik_7Zpr4XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_ucsFlhnmJE/s1600-h/04062009197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343872722582364530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sik_7Zpr4XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_ucsFlhnmJE/s320/04062009197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sie7tudBt2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/NRyyzpsDW4Q/s1600-h/DSC02194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343445877136668514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sie7tudBt2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/NRyyzpsDW4Q/s320/DSC02194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sie7YzF9F5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/VpXrBgBHUVc/s1600-h/DSC02195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343445517604820882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sie7YzF9F5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/VpXrBgBHUVc/s320/DSC02195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sie6rUTxA6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0Wpwqz1Up4I/s1600-h/DSC02206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343444736247137186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sie6rUTxA6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0Wpwqz1Up4I/s320/DSC02206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm finally free for 2 days! i had a small trip to genting highlands with my friends. it was a good time to relax man after all exams and stress. we were supposed to arrive at pathways at 8 but then it was later than that -.-, well i was rushing eating roti KOSONG with mom (boring). &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had fun in the bus for the first 30mins., then we slept after that Zzz. first, we went to theme park. i forgot what did we play but the most unforgettable thing was the space shot? forgot how it sounded like, (will upload the photos soon), maybe some of you dont know what is that. let me tell u. btw, it had no challenge at all, haha. okay, we queued for less than 2mins. The time passed very quickly as we were shocked to see how the people reacted at the top of the tower. Scream and noise from them *aaaaaaaaa* -.-. Now, that was a scariest moment that me, ben., bernard, sean, ka yam headed to the seats thr. i sat with bernard and a stranger. That time, i didnt hear any noise as the stranger beside me was really calm. my heart was almost BOOM! well, and bernard was sitting next to me was high, he said. -.- the tower was like.. A tower then with 12 seats surrounding the tower like a circle? it goes up to the top of the tower then it goes down in sudden. that was the best part of all. we couldnt feel that we were sitting but floating in the sky. now i understand how difficult were those people trying to die. it takes courage a lot man.&lt;br /&gt;sean sat that for FOUR times, the record holder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We forced some girls to join us for the second round, so it was then me, ben, bernard, sean, lee yin, ka yam, jing wei!! this time... *pathways believe or not*, the girls screamed like... wow! Again, i said no challenge =P. i used to be afraid of these crazy things, very fearful of them. gladly, i've overcome all x) *weee* we played CUPS. OH YA! about that, we were divided into 3 groups, i sat with benjamin -.-, he made me dizzy like whatever for a very short term. During dinner, he didnt have the appetite to eat, we said he was suffering from long term dizzy, haha. We waited for the things fight(boats?) on the water for like a hour. it was overcrowded and we let other people to go first so we could sit and play together, we had about 6 people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the movie started, we went for a walk outside. we were in the car park loitering. The funny thing was, me, bernard and benjamin were half naked for 10 secs+? hilarious though. The temperature was below 16. (sneezing while blogging here) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the movie was Night at the Musium II at 1.30AM. Good movie btw! the next day, snow world! pics were taken. we paid rm 9 each for the photos, some bought bigger size and bla bla bla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh, tiring blog. bye guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-9031179061920079562?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/9031179061920079562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=9031179061920079562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/9031179061920079562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/9031179061920079562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/06/days-and-night-in-genting.html' title='days and night in genting'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SilBIVa4AkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rqd4Y5haB7Q/s72-c/DSC02122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-6474570273402658674</id><published>2009-05-18T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:22:32.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxis, the smarter choice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heyyy, i'm back to blog, finally. =) i'd like to share some cool recent "events" to all peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you're not above 13, you are advised not to look at the picture below. Might pollute your thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ShE_c1GETSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PMeG_klw0JE/s1600-h/DSC01793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337116797932162338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ShE_c1GETSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PMeG_klw0JE/s320/DSC01793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest victim goes to sai kit!. Feel the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337119583591621650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ShFB--fCZBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XHWLSOMnTAk/s320/DSC01792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! it's SpiderMan. Add. maths is a very interesting subject and you will love it. &lt;em&gt;what am i talking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ShFt1GOZ79I/AAAAAAAAAF0/BVWWFY6013M/s1600-h/DSC01657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337167792382275538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ShFt1GOZ79I/AAAAAAAAAF0/BVWWFY6013M/s320/DSC01657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;believe it &lt;/strong&gt;or not, i made my own breadfast =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-6474570273402658674?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/6474570273402658674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=6474570273402658674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/6474570273402658674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/6474570273402658674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/05/maxis-smarter-choice.html' title='Maxis, the smarter choice.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ShE_c1GETSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PMeG_klw0JE/s72-c/DSC01793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-2791846937696776982</id><published>2009-05-09T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:56:34.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>balls in park</title><content type='html'>Hello! guess what..? i got used to it not to online since my internet had a prob after my mom did a little something to the wires connected to the house phone *allleeluuuyyaa..* those no-internet days wasnt that boring cause' i study! -.-..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im in love with... captain ball. you guys MUST really give it a try. There were about 8 people each team and kinda many ideas of dividing us into 2 groups like blue and green houses then the rest form another team, according to birthday and bla bla blahh.. we were lost in the field waiting for the game since no1 leading anyways. It's easy to get yaself into it. what they do were, grab, pass, run, catch, throw. that's it. damn! i think i've got POTENTIAL in playing volleyball cause' i at least... hit by the ball? =(. Back to captain ball. i prefer doing blocker or catcher in my team cause' feeling lazy chasing the ball(s), or maybe i didnt't want to sweat like Issac. People say he can even sweat in a cold environment *heck?*, that's cool, really. The boobs of his is the best quaality of all. I think the girls punya saliva pun dripping for his sexay body. most hilarious thing was, FATIMAH!, kirsten, puvini? *not sure how to spell* aiya the girls lah, screamed like *oMg* u don't want to know. We were going deaf. From far far could listen to their high pitched voices man. Conclusion, 10mins of basketball, an hour of dead man patrolling at the badminton area, major in captain ball. Had so much fun with balls(this is to train u not to be so narrow minded.) peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you. x)- might not gonna online for the coming weeks till exam is over. Bye peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-2791846937696776982?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/2791846937696776982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=2791846937696776982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/2791846937696776982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/2791846937696776982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/05/balls-in-park.html' title='balls in park'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-8077964670109232863</id><published>2009-04-26T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:32:34.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>roughhhhhh and oouhhwx..</title><content type='html'>Well, some pictures weren't uploaded yet. there u go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfRntQG9bbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/F0b2xSNSTUE/s1600-h/1_405867319l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328998286202072498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfRntQG9bbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/F0b2xSNSTUE/s320/1_405867319l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This photo was taken last year which was 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfRoBjtGnSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hlj4HTBP6tM/s1600-h/3094_1077235605959_1078290894_30191377_607118_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328998635059715362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfRoBjtGnSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hlj4HTBP6tM/s320/3094_1077235605959_1078290894_30191377_607118_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A random shot in 2009. U can never spot me, i got squashed to the corner! haha =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only purpose to blog here is to inform everyone not to eat fast no matter how hungry u are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the result of being so gluttonly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfRrwMzzdoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hTxEYzn0eUQ/s1600-h/DSC01524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329002734902539906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfRrwMzzdoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hTxEYzn0eUQ/s320/DSC01524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently i bit my tounge and nothing i could do to stop the bleed. i tried putting ice cubes on it and of course was not working at all but freezingly oww.. -.- Tmrw, i'm still having maths test which is only objective questions. So, feeling lazy to study (that is so true of me). Not in the mood to study at the moment, kinda craving for taking a break, five mins. and another five, five again and again. Zzz... awkward. OK, i'll stop here and BYE! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-8077964670109232863?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/8077964670109232863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=8077964670109232863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/8077964670109232863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/8077964670109232863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/04/roughhhhhh-and-oouhhwx.html' title='roughhhhhh and oouhhwx..'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfRntQG9bbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/F0b2xSNSTUE/s72-c/1_405867319l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-9034099254832262898</id><published>2009-04-25T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:36:37.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"No Pain No Gain", my group title.</title><content type='html'>Havent been blogging since.. let me see, longggg longgggggg time ago. cause' i was kinda busy with school exam "intervensi", camp, private cases *LOL*, probably was having period -.-, chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This can be the longest story ever... if i would blog them allll out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About the camp, we were separated into groups and each group stayed in a wood house, "dome"(PS) for 3 days and 2 nights. During the journey heading to melaka which took us 2hours, we had quite much fun in the bas maybe. Specifically they, were talking about form 4 chap. 4, i think you should know what was it about. well, of course, i was so innocent sitting there and listened to their unholy crap that might kill your nerve cells and ABSOLUTELY helping one's life cause' u get to know human organs that biology teachers might feel shy spreading lovee..e..e to us BUT they, the unemployed unexperienced PREFECTS were sharing what they know! swt! =(. I didnt realize what were they discussing since my mind haven't got corrupted Yet. The topic was so contagious and got me into it although i was so insisted not to be terancam-ed. i couldnt tolerate how sickly dirty was it anymore. So in that particular part,! i stood up manly with sean's stares *APPLAUSE* and i told to them.. You Guys ROCK! And now, i feel like. . . I AM A MAN! ha!ha!ha!&lt;br /&gt;muahahhahahahahahahaha... Frankly, i was the one with some people were telling those jokes. Sorry to all the listeners, i know lending ears could be torture. good thing was, they got more mature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first destination was at a somewhere with planes and bla x3. Hey peeps... take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfL0WK5_GFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PPiYyeVFAZY/s1600-h/DSC01508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328589970854582354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfL0WK5_GFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PPiYyeVFAZY/s320/DSC01508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, lets make it simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah blah blahhhh.. the instructors or we called them the Facilitators(faggots) were extremely strict to us, probably they were just doing their part. we had this activity that the group members got to be blind folded and the faggots brought us to nowhere, then group leaders were finding each of us one by one in that mini jungle i think? cause i was blind folded -.-, wall climbing, physical training, jungle trekking (leechesless) *yawning*, and some awkward performances from us &amp;amp; lame activities, really. almost forgot this, we also had missions or quest to do. dont feel like mentioning.. see by urself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every completed quest, we got to take a pic with the instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfL87EU4h2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/3ZKjYOgJEYQ/s1600-h/DSC01514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328599400836532066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfL87EU4h2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/3ZKjYOgJEYQ/s320/DSC01514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfL8XfAciXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Z8mC7kEPdFw/s1600-h/DSC01510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328598789523278194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfL8XfAciXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Z8mC7kEPdFw/s320/DSC01510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfL9KEbsXCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xPFrvKFIsiI/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328599658563132450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfL9KEbsXCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xPFrvKFIsiI/s320/DSC01515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*peaceee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm meant to be in that camp to make friends with people not about those lame trainings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-9034099254832262898?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/9034099254832262898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=9034099254832262898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/9034099254832262898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/9034099254832262898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-pain-no-gain-my-group-title.html' title='&quot;No Pain No Gain&quot;, my group title.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SfL0WK5_GFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PPiYyeVFAZY/s72-c/DSC01508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-751412147387618088</id><published>2009-04-11T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:17:43.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all random</title><content type='html'>Since these days i really have been playing too much arm wrestlings and they were partially cacat-ed. when i lifted my arms, i could feel my veins were struggling among themselves, damn! from that particular second onwards, i told 2 of my frens to remind me not to play that again. -.- haha. Pheww, they are useable now at least. Btw, lin zhang and lai cheong didnt have the potential "potensi" (en.gan uses that word a lot!) to massage! *gasp*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from my kasturi tuition, i found that i dont have much time to study. u know, everytime i returned home from school or somewhere, i lose my mood. what i do is, i EAT and EAT and EAT Anything while holding boring materials especially like history, that makes me feel more focusing, really it does. *thank U* just so insufficient of mana, goshh.. oh no started to think of games. hey, exam is darn coming around the corner, i see people all were being so smart in different subs! and i? =( helpppppppp... give me a hand! and i'll drag u down together suffering like me. jk. i have not to flunk my bm as pn. rosita mentioned, "setiap orang perlu dapat markah yang sendirinya targeted, jika tidak, mesti tulis sebuah surat kepada saya."&lt;br /&gt;i inf0rmed her that i would probably get my bm at least 50? that's a real challenge ever since i havent had my bm above 50 in form 4. isnt that .... something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please allow me to break this super secret, im not ticklish indeed, cause' it was all about acting. And every0ne actually believed that i was afraid of it. hahaha! u guys were FOOLED! neh neh neh neh! -.- omg.. let me announce that, ashton is the only ticklish 1. just a slight poke, he can bounce like a ball and knock the ceiling.. how amazing. i heard ppl were talking about, ticklish people afraid of wife? well, if that's so, i AM!. hey baaaabe, u're looking at. *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the "KLIA", "mijiao"and i were waiting at the bus station, i met my old kc2 mate! what a great coincidence. we had a short conversation. we havent seen each other for 5 years and i couldnt believe that he regconised me! wow... i thought i've "developed" so much!. Oh sure i saw him at first then only he came to me and said Hi! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to have my business done in the toilet now. ciaooo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-751412147387618088?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/751412147387618088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=751412147387618088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/751412147387618088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/751412147387618088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-random.html' title='all random'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-3895559498123781728</id><published>2009-04-09T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:20:42.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cockroach in the house</title><content type='html'>We were going back from kasturi centre like routine on wednesday, we sat 2 by 2 facing each other in the "house". this very incident captured everyone's attention as lee yin was spamming her super bark! .. "OMG! WHERE'S THE COCKROACH! AHHH.. HELP ME HELP ME!!" i got shocked too. Not the cute cock-roach(cock.), but her high-pitched voice.. *added* (i was frightened by the tiny-bitie cock., not actually scared, but err... normal respond? well, hey that's common sense right, if u see an insect abruptly appeared in your eyesight, u sure AHH!) if lee yin reads this, she must be thinking, *u, amos i remember i heard from people saying u afraid of cockroaches too! don't u rmb about &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MING YEW&lt;/span&gt;(LMY) caught the cock. with his bare hands and teased u, how did u react? RUN??* well, if u were me, u would probably run too, not gonna fight bak huh cause' LMY is really well trained with solid chest, thick skin &amp;amp; transparent secret ultimate power -.-. joking sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to topic,&lt;br /&gt;so when lee yin saw that, she went out from her seat and sticked to bernard. The funniest part was, lee yin's ASS was on his bag, sorry i mean BACK. Since her ass is on his back, bernard had indulged the best moment as he has been hoping for till lee yin realised the cockroach was brought to heaven *we thought it was dead or something*. Win ann remained calm and steady i guess. of course i should be killing it -.-, but it escaped to no where. *wadda heck?*. everything seemed so fine. 0nce again, it came back with spirits and bernard wanted to rape it. Then there was this hero's foot BAMMMM! it died in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2009 8th of April&lt;/span&gt;. *Salute* i wonder who was the undefined hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey it was me! =) ha!ha!ha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-3895559498123781728?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/3895559498123781728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=3895559498123781728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/3895559498123781728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/3895559498123781728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/04/cockroach-in-house.html' title='cockroach in the house'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-402044495368118613</id><published>2009-04-06T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:43:18.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tag code: 2.45637835894445555555</title><content type='html'>here ii come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who tagged you is: Sean&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is: 1 is the God father&lt;br /&gt;3. Your first impression of him/her is: smart n cool&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable moments with him/her: during primary skul time oh wonderful&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she has said to you is: sheila is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will... thank god!&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she became your lover, what should he/she improve at: be christian! -.- &lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, what would you do: quit dota and study&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be: he's too.. Smart&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is: grab his brain&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression on him/her: lovely &lt;br /&gt;12. The characteristic you love most about yourself: funny sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;13. The characteristic you hate most about yourself: having stage fright&lt;br /&gt;14. The most ideal person you want to be is: mr. nobody&lt;br /&gt;15. For people who care and like you, say something to them: i miss ur smile.&lt;br /&gt;16. Name 10 people in random order. These 10 are going to this tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. Lai Cheong&lt;br /&gt;2. Kenn Wei&lt;br /&gt;3. Trisha&lt;br /&gt;4. Sean&lt;br /&gt;5. Kim Hong&lt;br /&gt;6. Siew Jean&lt;br /&gt;7. Natalie&lt;br /&gt;8. Eugene&lt;br /&gt;9. Jillian&lt;br /&gt;10. Sheila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Who is 6 having a relationship with [S.Jean) : no comment =X&lt;br /&gt;18. Is 9 a male or a female [Jillian] : Femaleeeee..&lt;br /&gt;19. If 7 and 10 were together, would it be a good thing [Nat &amp;amp; Sheila] : Abosolutely NOT&lt;br /&gt;20. What is 2 studying at the moment [Kennwei] : sexiology&lt;br /&gt;21. When was the last time you had a chat with 4 [Sean] : when i were lost&lt;br /&gt;22. What kind of music does 8 like [Eugene] : If there's Arsenal's oneee..? haha&lt;br /&gt;23. Does 1 have any siblings 9 [L.C] : Nopee?&lt;br /&gt;24. Will you woo 3 [Trisha] : ii.. donnnnntttt.... daree.e.....e&lt;br /&gt;25. How about 7 [Nat] : No..? she's so weak!&lt;br /&gt;26. Is 4 single [Sean] : yes i guess!?&lt;br /&gt;27. What is the surname of 5 [K.Hong] : Lim&lt;br /&gt;28. What's the hobby of 5 [K.Hong] : flirting with me&lt;br /&gt;29. Does 5 and 9 get along well [K.Hong &amp;amp; Jillian] : i doubt that&lt;br /&gt;30. Where is 2 studying at [KennWei] : probably a prominent one&lt;br /&gt;31. Say something casual about your eyes: they aren't cool&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you tried developing feelings for [Kim Hong] : duhh? and we had so much fun -.-&lt;br /&gt;33. Where does 9 live? [Jillian] : taman desa kan?&lt;br /&gt;34. What colours does 4 like [Sean] : white since SUCI -.-&lt;br /&gt;35. Are 5 and 1 good friends [KimHong &amp;amp; L.C] : normalllll?&lt;br /&gt;36. Does 7 like 2 [Nat &amp;amp; KennWei] : I'm not sure *wink*&lt;br /&gt;37. How did u get to know 2 [KennWei] : hmm.. forgot? -.-&lt;br /&gt;38. Does 1 have any pets [L.C] : yes.. his private hair&lt;br /&gt;39. Is 7 the sexiest person in the world [Nat] : should be in LC's wonderland&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you sexy?: ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thing took me so long -.- arrghsss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-402044495368118613?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/402044495368118613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=402044495368118613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/402044495368118613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/402044495368118613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/04/tag-code-245637835894445555555.html' title='tag code: 2.45637835894445555555'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-4767050483490142088</id><published>2009-04-05T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:06:53.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag code: 01000110001010001010000010 =)</title><content type='html'>tagged by MA sister, Jaycieee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : Amos, garfield, famous amos, cookies, onny, shing onn, choo, bla blah blaaaahhh&lt;br /&gt;Sisters : Zi Jia&lt;br /&gt;Brothers : Zen&lt;br /&gt;Shoes size : 8~9 ?&lt;br /&gt;Height : 17X?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live : serdang, just moved not very long ago&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drink : i don't have a specific 1&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast : probably half boiled eggs with bread or something duh??&lt;br /&gt;Have You Been on a plane : sure.&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean : not yet?&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school : i don't sleep in class *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;Broken some one's heart : yes by mistakes =(&lt;br /&gt;Fell of your chair : nopee for sure! xD&lt;br /&gt;Sat by all night waiting for someone to call : Miley Cyrus! -.-&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails : 5k+.. nv deleted since ages.&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like : comfortable enough to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you : well, lets see.. bottle? microphone? handphone? wallet? and camera?&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing you ate : rice with pleasant dishes =)&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox : yes and that was pmr year!&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat :nope.&lt;br /&gt;Stitches : blood sucker&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose : i wish NOT&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight : not at all.&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics : looking for a company&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with : i don't dance&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile : when the keyboard talks to me&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at : my sick frens? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TODAY DID YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like : yeahhh duh..&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone : =X&lt;br /&gt;Get sick : nope.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an ex :nope..&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone : yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with soft toys : U think?&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed : barney. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate : usually, i dont like people ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now : 6.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind right now : a person? more than that?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings : yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children : yes "shourreeee.."&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often : my frens know about it&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your handwriting : totally NOT.&lt;br /&gt;Are your toenails painted : you think?&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in : no1's else&lt;br /&gt;Color shirt are you wearing : bluee&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7pm yesterday : having dinner ?&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to : meet miley cyrus or nigahiga -.-&lt;br /&gt;When did you cry last : OH! *oops* recently when i had my ass kicked.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person : not sure. probably yes =)&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets : i don't have 1. =(&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now : home??&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you : i don't know?&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on : i dont have a tv in my room&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing now : intaking vitagen.&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth : duh... *wink*&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to mother or father : mommy..! x)&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved : depends? -.-&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthily : what u think? arbo..&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because something someone said to you : mayb? -T.T&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to church : i don't go.&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day,who are you most likely to go to : take drugs, haahaa. my room x(.&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time : i talk a lot with my buddies&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident : occationally yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THINGS YOU DID 10 YEARS AGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i pee in class? hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THINGS ON MY TO DO LIST TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fly on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PLACES I HAVE LIVED IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;seremban, kl, serdang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagg: EVERYONE! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://choclollies95.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://chanwon-love.blogspot.com/"&gt;ChanWon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lcclife.blogspot.com/"&gt;CherCher&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://daphnecharice.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daphne&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://genewern.blogspot.com/"&gt;GeneWern&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jeanneaj.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeanie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jillianlim92.blogspot.com/"&gt;JillianLim&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://kennwei.blogspot.com/"&gt;KennWei&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://kennylkh.blogspot.com/"&gt;KimHong&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://kristalisindahouse93.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.llaillie.blogspot.com/"&gt;LaiCheong&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://unregisteredgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;LeeXin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://livingleo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leonard&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ephemerallyyours.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://xforgetmeknots.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://meiying23.blogspot.com/"&gt;MeiYing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.findingneverland-melanie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melanie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://nataliethl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lovesucks94.blogspot.com/"&gt;RayRay&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://rosesandlullaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://paxvobis-sean.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sean&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://naturallyundefined.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheila&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://shenyix3.blogspot.com/"&gt;ShenYi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://j16jean.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?sa=811948199"&gt;SiewJean&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://chasiewpao-taste-nice-siewlin.blogspot.com/"&gt;SiewLin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.yumiko-cherryz.blogspot.com/"&gt;SiTing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://susurong.blogspot.com/"&gt;SuRong&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.etherealmelody.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trisha&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lzbforever.blogspot.com/"&gt;ZhiBin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-4767050483490142088?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/4767050483490142088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=4767050483490142088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4767050483490142088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4767050483490142088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/04/tag-code-01000110001010001010000010.html' title='Tag code: 01000110001010001010000010 =)'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-658722013197864050</id><published>2009-04-05T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:44:48.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to all the haters of miley cyrus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt; must be very grateful for everything from you extreme crazy miley haters, cause' what you crazy haters are doing is just making her becoming more famous. Well, i suggest you to maybe don't do anything to her, so that she wont be famed. But if u think she's so suck enough to be hated, i think u should really digggggggg a hole like my dogg and stuck ur super enormous head into it! *positive*. Well haters, im not saying u dont have the right to hate a person. Just that don't criticize or insult people through internet or something posting wtv negative shits about her IF u arent that good YET. Definitely she didnt hurt u or kick ur ass Fly on the Wall right? It's a totally honour to have haters frankly, u are just jealous of the person u hate. xD i wish i have few too. i guess i already have 1! xD This is just a little message for everyone. If u do dislike someone's wtv, GO AHEAD! but not too muchhhh of it. cause' u might have probs about you, probably some crinkles or maybe little bit of mentally disorder, i've recently watched some videos posted by those miley haters. they were this just bunches of brats or sick ppl i suppose acting abnormally towards an innocent patung aka HANNAH MONTANA. it was absolutely.. not making any sense and darn ridiculous. Btw, "they" were just acting strange to the public that they were brainless, and they are cute girls! haha. *POSITIVE to LISA*. haha! actually, im not being EMO, or rude. Sometimes, i do whATever things according to what my brain interpreted, it could be lame, stupid, cool, unexpected *wink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-enddddd-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-658722013197864050?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/658722013197864050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=658722013197864050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/658722013197864050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/658722013197864050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-all-haters-of-miley-cyrus.html' title='to all the haters of miley cyrus.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-4919592163629369662</id><published>2009-04-04T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:45:33.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"qin ming"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sdn5SvsMktI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-wDv7R3hfHo/s1600-h/DSC01334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321558535149753042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sdn5SvsMktI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-wDv7R3hfHo/s320/DSC01334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all went to Mantin, a small unknown village where we used to live. Probably u don't know where it is? Well, it's in Seremban. Any ideas now huh. Okay, we met our relatives in that very graveyard and my dad saw his old buddy and his daughter was my bro's primary skul punya skulmate. how complicating it is? hmm.. not really.. -.-. whatever it is, we then do those things that u can really imagine with your common sense xD. Of course we inhaled oxygen, suffering from sunburn and OH YA! the power of ants. i got bitten by a bloody macho undetected invincible ant -.- *exaggerated* u can clearly see a red dot with small droplet of blood stain. damn i love it man! hhahahaahahaahahahahahahhahahahahahha... *trisha's laughter* =P. Sorry to all people who crush on her. Haha. i hope i dont get beaten up xD. Then, we ate nasi lemakk!! malaysia's top favourited food! -.- Later, i went to kasturi tuition centre. blah blah blah.. boringg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-4919592163629369662?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/4919592163629369662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=4919592163629369662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4919592163629369662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4919592163629369662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/04/qin-ming.html' title='&quot;qin ming&quot;'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sdn5SvsMktI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-wDv7R3hfHo/s72-c/DSC01334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-7538543106721944759</id><published>2009-04-02T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:58:20.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah Montana New Season!!</title><content type='html'>i know what u thinking. I'm childish huh? But! no1 can resist the power of MILEY! MUAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;i watched HM new season last sunday when i just came back from my tuition in OUG. AWESOME! most of the characters' looks absolutely changed. The damn most importantly, MILEY has become prettier and brighter  -.-. gosh! when she smiles *fainted*, i could feel candies everywhere, dropping from the sky.. weee~ hair stands + everything! *positivee*..&lt;br /&gt;well, jackson grew taller, lily looks hotter (global warming or something), miley is just unexplainable rocks! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haahaa.. was just wondering what to blog about. mayb this will do =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-7538543106721944759?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/7538543106721944759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=7538543106721944759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7538543106721944759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7538543106721944759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/04/hannah-montana-new-season.html' title='Hannah Montana New Season!!'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-7956853650180453722</id><published>2009-04-01T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:26:41.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offensive material =)</title><content type='html'>Guess everyone does imagine right? it can happen in anywhere. in the bus stop, during lesson, toilet, doing homework, cursing people, producing fresh cakes.. or even you imagine U were doing the thing *wink wink*. HA!ha!HA! (Sorry to all gentlemen who are under 3years old are not allowed to read this owner's blog, cause' he's triple extremely pervert+ sick) ty, kerjasama anda amat appreciated. IF I WERE A BOY.. -.- hahaha! love that song TITLE so much, nothing against it. well, i just received comments from people saying that hmmm maybe im a little, just a little? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; in blogging? Nono totally not! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. oops? did i mention her name? nevermind, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she might miss that line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So, i think i have to make it moreeeeeeee positive right now in case i got eaten. =(, nono i mean =)*. btw, sometimes i take blogging as my releasing tension machine since i do have stress. muahahahahahahahaha =d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5sc2 has no longer been a good class since . . . the major spoiler appeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he brings handphone to school EVERY SINGLE DAY, i exclaimed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'' makes noise in class with .. LAI CHEONG, i specified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'' leaves his hair long till becomes like SAILORMOON's hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'' ignores orders and never been serious taking his job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'' refuses to do extra job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'' terribly suffering from shytism aka S.O.B super occationally bombastic shy person. *WTH?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'' is an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" is a horrible blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" has got many haters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'' got no guts to admit what he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" 's dying very soon if lisa reads the line mentioned above top there. *obviously a joke* since lisa's a very good hearted person plus kind plus understanding plus positive attitude, and so many moree. just undefined. andd.. YOU'RE WELCOMED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" has an unknown brother since 1992, SEAN! try to pronounce shing onn quickly. haha. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" 's classmate, Sheila has a crush on sean. HAHA! weee... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! APRILFOOL! -.- well, part of them are supposed to be a false statement. Some never even related to the topic. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay whatever who cares right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's my moral pic taken by hoe shing. HAHA! keng soon, NO SEMANGAT AT ALL..! muahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SdNzeYuSz2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/pR0AgUDt2C8/s1600-h/DSC01300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319722550724579170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SdNzeYuSz2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/pR0AgUDt2C8/s320/DSC01300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh no, it is very late now, got to go to gao dim my maths!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean copy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-7956853650180453722?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/7956853650180453722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=7956853650180453722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7956853650180453722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7956853650180453722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/04/imagination.html' title='Offensive material =)'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SdNzeYuSz2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/pR0AgUDt2C8/s72-c/DSC01300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-5311302377431359661</id><published>2009-03-29T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:35:24.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PWNED</title><content type='html'>oh well, i have been doing nothing in every weekends! i planned to be very determined to study and yet i couldn't get myself focused. Cause' i... am so distracted by the word... "PWNED!" Ha!Ha! guess what... it is absolutely frequently used throughout the world -.- IF u watch the video, "&lt;a title="Word of the Day - Pwned" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fhb89V43KWc&amp;amp;feature=channel" rel="nofollow"&gt;Word of the Day - Pwned&lt;/a&gt;" in YouTube. There are so many dumb examples in any situations u might get PWNED. -.- So, spread this word, PWNED to your neighbourhood..! The N spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im so bored! is this how U blog? blogging? *wtv* i think it's mostly like, this the way u can write down whatever u like and no1 bothers at all huh? TOOT! yeah u. -.- CRAB.&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now, im off to grab my add maths and before doing it, im gonna take a double deep breath..!&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty about not studying! cause' everyone is doing so. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;U GOT PWNED! kaka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-5311302377431359661?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/5311302377431359661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=5311302377431359661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/5311302377431359661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/5311302377431359661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-well-i-have-been-doing-nothing-in.html' title='PWNED'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-8833602392392741764</id><published>2009-03-28T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:36:19.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>negative+negative = positive, yes! my maths might get credit</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, before this day, i was told not to bring my handphone. cause' the coming prefect meeting might have a little "body touching". so i didnt bring. In the very early morning, i got my shoes, top and bla x3 into a bag for maybe that day was friday, lots of things can do after school. usually we have cadet meeting. i skipped that and went to prefect meeting since i heard there were something important to share. When prefects were sitting in randomly, some ajks were standing in front of us. i thought there must be something to do with them. So.. later, the assistant prefect, xuan zhi with a tiny paper with her and some names were listed there. she explained:&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;thr will be some prefects called out who didnt really show commitment to the skul for the past 3 months. Okay now let's start, we have this and that. . . . . . . . till the last person is..."&lt;/span&gt; i stood up, i knew it was me. well, it really was. so they were like, "HAHA!" Hey, it was part of my plans to make that circumstance not to be very awkward. i saw the top people who called out looked darn embarrassed. i don't want that happen to me. Erm, let me continue... so when i was called, kenn wei volunteered to "shoot" me, (&lt;em&gt;b4 this meeting, they already had another meeting talking about this case&lt;/em&gt;) i was alright cause' i pretended like i was so fine. Frankly, i hated this kind of crap meeting since very young ago, i imagined. i didnt mention how did they actually say out the problems to the "less-spirited" prefects, first they call out 1 by 1.. then the person stood up in crowd, then shoot shooot shoot.. u know how painful it supposed to be a not. like OUCHH!! -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, me, *spotlighted* while i was the last person to be called. then, OH ya kenn wei then.. hmm.. pn sin said something, i forgot what she said cause' i was daydreaming. what i did was, okay, yes, nodded and smiled unwillingly. They wanted us to comment back to the AJK prefects. i did not voice out what i wanted to say, i couldn't think of anything at that &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;POINT&lt;/span&gt;. -.-was totally in blurrrr case. After the climax over, we had a little requirement peleraian by KW's lame idea, suggested each of the prefects to say the school cheer out loud before we got free from hell. *stared*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and some guys went to cc later, playing dota. owned like mamamiaa.. =_= hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i played rounds of arm wrestlings till my neck having a prob turning RIGHT. gosh.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel to tired to continue weih.. gosh, im really starving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-8833602392392741764?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/8833602392392741764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=8833602392392741764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/8833602392392741764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/8833602392392741764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/03/terrifying-prefect-meeting.html' title='negative+negative = positive, yes! my maths might get credit'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-3160965595257350352</id><published>2009-03-25T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:36:48.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a pen and a man</title><content type='html'>i never go for the morning prefect meeting. cause' i hated prefects so much! no further comments. well, i usually ALMOST late for school 1 and im so fine about it, haha. we were at this arena wira, of course i was dutyinq at 4k5. after the school cheers, then the damn ugly indian stinky toad prefect, was so freaking annoying trying to show his power on people(me). instructing people to move here and there AGAIN. really very irritating. this is about to releaseeee.. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was alright since i've already got used to it. During recess, i was told by fai tuck to stay back for the salute thingy for this saturday. then, the cadets were put under the bloody boiling sun. *@@* later, we keluar baris and returned to class. i was, didn't know anyhow was punished to stand in front of the class cause' PUAN ROSITA said i wasnt doing my duty to clean the white board. Before that, i saw the white board was filled with words and i thought it was supposingly just written down and my classmates were maybe still copying plus i was exhausted and HELLO... energy spammed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she made me stood there and it was not making any sense to me. my blood pressure went up, the veins proved! =(. if it happened to u, u got mad too right? @@" brainless punishment. ahh! fine.&lt;br /&gt;the lesson was still going on. . . blah blah blahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end----------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-3160965595257350352?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/3160965595257350352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=3160965595257350352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/3160965595257350352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/3160965595257350352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/03/title-less.html' title='a pen and a man'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-7535071517327807633</id><published>2009-03-25T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:37:02.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tummy!</title><content type='html'>That day, we went to physics lab for an experiment. it was all about, potential difference, ampere, voltage, ammeter, voltmeter, current, and blah blah blah. my tablemates n i completed the practical work anyway =). i took a pic of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScoxpeF4N5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/2mIMTyR_Rz8/s1600-h/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317116898586408850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScoxpeF4N5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/2mIMTyR_Rz8/s320/DSC01112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it cool with the wires, rheostat, "batteries" and the cute guy over there whose name &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;KING YIEW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;there was this day, my form teacher returned us the report cards, lai cheong(monitor, who was just sitting next to me) and i were enjoying about our classmates' form 1 photo at the back of their report cards. oh my gosh! we laughed again and again(i felt guilty about it but well it was so history). so maybe sharing is caring? =) since laughters are contagious, we influenced each other to laugh for about mins. we gave out weird laughing voice aka TFK aka Terrible Fucking Kanasai Laughters. *ignore that*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end--------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-7535071517327807633?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/7535071517327807633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=7535071517327807633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7535071517327807633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7535071517327807633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-subject.html' title='tummy!'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScoxpeF4N5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/2mIMTyR_Rz8/s72-c/DSC01112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-6387110214698172479</id><published>2009-03-23T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:17:20.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by CLC! feel cool to answer them.</title><content type='html'>list 16 random things about you. Tag 10 people . Explain why you chose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since LAI CHEONG tagged me, so.. OKAY! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a minor fan of miley cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;2. currently listening to ladygaga's songs.&lt;br /&gt;3. im getting darker with the marching thingy.&lt;br /&gt;4. can't wait for the prefect camp?&lt;br /&gt;5. in love with add maths more than bio now, even im a AJK bio. *eyes-rolling*&lt;br /&gt;6. enjoying lifeeee.&lt;br /&gt;7. in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;8. i love X-ray. gamma- ray.&lt;br /&gt;9. anti-smokers!&lt;br /&gt;10. nigahiga rocks!&lt;br /&gt;11. sitting under the fan is pretty cosy. *sry Lai Cheong* kaka!&lt;br /&gt;12. annoying people lick my toes.&lt;br /&gt;13. im so MEAN. eg: U R SO BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;14. i can't miss this! I'M ALSO SHY! hahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;15. sisters are cruel. they definitely want everything they wished for.&lt;br /&gt;16. 16 is not my lucky num. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'd have to tag someone.&lt;br /&gt;TAG:&lt;br /&gt;rayx2 - The Key &amp;amp; Lock.&lt;br /&gt;jaycie - Ground-able.&lt;br /&gt;anna - Great listener.&lt;br /&gt;amanda- That's the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;my classmates ( please u are all TAGGED! ) - We Love Us.&lt;br /&gt;peeps - your beautiful is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess it has oredddddi moreee than 10? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-6387110214698172479?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/6387110214698172479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=6387110214698172479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/6387110214698172479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/6387110214698172479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-clc-feel-cool-to-answer-them.html' title='tagged by CLC! feel cool to answer them.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-2395016170702459728</id><published>2009-03-22T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T05:03:42.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i didnt know wad is a TAG till now =__= awkward.</title><content type='html'>oh thks JAYCIE =d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Who is your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;my fren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Is there any chance you will get with the person you like ?&lt;br /&gt;yes *confidently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Can you sleep in jeans ?​&lt;br /&gt;no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Who was your last missed call from ?&lt;br /&gt;my mom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What are you listening to ?&lt;br /&gt;my ass fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) How did you sleep last night ?&lt;br /&gt;i closed my eyes &amp; counted from 1 to 100. Zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Does your phone ring in the middle of the night often ?&lt;br /&gt;noppeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Do you have a friend that has a kid ?&lt;br /&gt;not yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What was the last thing you ate ?&lt;br /&gt;koko crunch? if it is spelled lidat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you believe that if you want something bad enough , you will get it ?&lt;br /&gt;usually no, i don speak out. IMMA SHY PERSON =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Do you think you type fast ?&lt;br /&gt;normal? at least i dont have to look at the keyboard while im typing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Will you wake up before 7 tomorrow ?&lt;br /&gt;yes. skul starts tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Is there a person of the opposite gender on your mind ?&lt;br /&gt;yes! rachel. gamma ray, x ray lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Will you be in a relatioship next month ?&lt;br /&gt;oredi in? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Did any particular thing brighten your day ?&lt;br /&gt;day is always bright enuf i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Did your last outing involve a police ?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) When were the last time you were grounded ?&lt;br /&gt;i never let myself to be grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Have you ever gotten butterflies ?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) When was the last time you went ice skating ?&lt;br /&gt;last year. forgot in which month with my cool buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What you did yesterday ?&lt;br /&gt;i just went bak from sg then i had dinner with my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Who will you be sleeping with tonight ?&lt;br /&gt;hantu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Do you do your own laundry ?&lt;br /&gt;i don't. =( and i sometimes feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)Wearing any bracelets ?&lt;br /&gt;wanted to but not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Do you feel awkward when strangers say HI to you ?&lt;br /&gt;thr's no answer for this. depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Do you hate being alone ?&lt;br /&gt;yes, and it depends on who i want to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) What are your plans for tomorrow ?&lt;br /&gt;okay. i havent had my hair cut, so, will have my tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Does anyone knows your password besides you?&lt;br /&gt;blog? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) What woke you up this morning ?&lt;br /&gt;my fall for you alarm woke my up at 8.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Where are you ?&lt;br /&gt;home alone. =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you kiss or hug anyone today ?&lt;br /&gt;nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Where would you like to be right now ?&lt;br /&gt;singapore! yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Would you wait forever for someone ?&lt;br /&gt;if she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Were you happy when you woke up today ?&lt;br /&gt;no. i was darn super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Closest green object to you ?&lt;br /&gt;my underwear. siao! a dictionary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What were you doing at 8 this morning ?&lt;br /&gt;were still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) What are you excited for ?&lt;br /&gt;i love to impress people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Pissed of at anyone or anything ?&lt;br /&gt;everydayy? T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile ?&lt;br /&gt;u know i know lahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag:&lt;br /&gt;U! please allow me to tag u =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-2395016170702459728?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/2395016170702459728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=2395016170702459728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/2395016170702459728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/2395016170702459728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-didnt-know-wad-is-tag-till-now.html' title='i didnt know wad is a TAG till now =__= awkward.'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-5722149805666262110</id><published>2009-03-21T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:39:33.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sg says what?</title><content type='html'>oh well, that trip almost brought me to hell. i experienced the most boring days in my entire life! Maybe you think people should NEVER MISS SG. (my blog= my way= my STYLE) sorry just like to be funny. Okay first, that bloody journey from KL to SG took us approximately 5hours by bus. My dad intended to drive there, thinking of the *MA FAN*-ness, so Bus should be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now we are in SINGAPORE! hoooray!! (when 1st came to sg) after a while, the excitement seemed to be like kept on fading away! Of course my mom enjoyed so much, she got to walk here and thr, as u know, girls are like wild animals, they see shopping malls, they see happiness.. what i can do is, OBEY! "yes my queen". Even my dad didnt complain! =( only 3 of us went thr. awwwwww...! 1 word! BORING. sis was sick, bro has something to do with the college or work, dot dot d0t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food thr was fine. i ate stuff like, GUI ZAP? this and that. i saw HUGE BLACK RELIEVED OBJECT INTENTION-CAPTURED BREAD. What am i talking about? LOOK! hmmmm! yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScUI3FD5aGI/AAAAAAAAADY/VMDziexgD2M/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315664677525088354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScUI3FD5aGI/AAAAAAAAADY/VMDziexgD2M/s320/DSC01038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.o about the people there, my opinion is that they are all berpendidikan tinggi, bagus punya orang yet extremely desperate for money, "kiasu?" no offence ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm.. i had nothing to do besides lying in bed, tv, doing my homework. Take a look at my ZHOU JI. my handwriting sucks, don blame me, blame u! u dont expect good handwriting from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScUMRemR9yI/AAAAAAAAADg/jBK1rSHhLn4/s1600-h/DSC01007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315668429591672610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScUMRemR9yI/AAAAAAAAADg/jBK1rSHhLn4/s320/DSC01007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and i bought some watches cause' they are cheap and dont look awful? only abt 20 ringgits each. i guess u can see the domo i mentioned in my zhou ji huh, i took a pic if it! ahhah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScUNBKDHH0I/AAAAAAAAADo/tQfyBRerqXY/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315669248709173058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScUNBKDHH0I/AAAAAAAAADo/tQfyBRerqXY/s320/DSC01019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know what you thinking. My sister 1 lahh. That domo-kun cost me about 45ringgits. Worth it still! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT DAY----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom dad and i went to an unknown shopping centre, i heard BING BONG BING BONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh there was a basketball 3 points shootout event. i wanted to take part, looking at the crowded area, ahh NO! =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScUPQTEqRoI/AAAAAAAAADw/VyZZy9tYqec/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315671707852883586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScUPQTEqRoI/AAAAAAAAADw/VyZZy9tYqec/s320/DSC01044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK right in front of me was a pretty hot chick! =_= hahaha! UR welcome people *wink*. i saw a 192.5426747436346235856863236375576468557+ cms tall nigger with aged 35+, he got very high points *applause*.. then don't know what he got la, probably 1 basketball and a t shirt?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we almost been to every corner of sg, i saw an indian aunty fell down, as imma very kind good hearted person, i helped her to get up. i know im good xD *perasan* &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-END- 3 days 2 nights in sg. i went to internet cafe twice, the transportation is cool. The train is so good! And my mom made us to sit bus! S'gns walk really fast, and my mom met old fren there. wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-5722149805666262110?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/5722149805666262110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=5722149805666262110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/5722149805666262110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/5722149805666262110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/03/singapore-lameeee.html' title='Sg says what?'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScUI3FD5aGI/AAAAAAAAADY/VMDziexgD2M/s72-c/DSC01038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-1136626994375888640</id><published>2009-03-17T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:34:01.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 day, there was this. . .</title><content type='html'>person, amos w0ke up at about 10+, then i prepared what books to bring, the tuition started at 2.30pm. Of course, i went to STUDY while the computer is on. It was like half past 12, my mom came all the way from her work to fetch me pergi kasturi(thanks), haha! Okay so, i reached at about 1.30, i had another 1 hour to go, feel tooo bored to study alone there. so i texted to a person. well erm, at 2.30pm, we had our lesson going on and on, me fly n win ann skipped the bm lesson, as i have mentioned the bm teacher is not friendly to people (me, mostly). We went for dinner in CHOW KIT, that tempat makan's known as " KOON KEI" whatever it was, the wan tan mee, oh my mother sugar plus cheese, couldnt be easily described baby! mamamia..! it cost me rm5.30, worth still! damn oishii~ Peeps, U should try the WAN TAN MEE! or maybe give me a beep, i'll bring u there, 0179394967 &lt;= read that in cantonese. xD&lt;br /&gt;so hmm.. afterthat, i went to my add maths tuition in "Pathways", A GREAT TUITION CENTRE U SHOULD NEVER MISS!, as if u BELIEVE me =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go and check the mistakes i made. MERVYN! =) joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-1136626994375888640?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/1136626994375888640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=1136626994375888640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/1136626994375888640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/1136626994375888640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-day-there-was-this.html' title='1 day, there was this. . .'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-7048738944743815065</id><published>2009-03-16T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:39:36.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"b.a.c.k" disease?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sb4IftTeA3I/AAAAAAAAABs/bU-b6XRJg4M/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313693951173985138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sb4IftTeA3I/AAAAAAAAABs/bU-b6XRJg4M/s320/DSC00946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=PEACE~&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a, [Biology, Addmaths,Chinese, Karangan work Disease], i couldnt face them all by me alone, so i found some partners to help me along and they are msn, fs, vitagen and web buddies. This study method is an ancient study skill inherited from my family (oopss!). Nobody knows how it goes. It's extremely easy like a piece of shit. First, u have to go to a shopping mall and buy vitagens, susu tembikai flavoured. Then, okay! i don't want to talk about this, it's too lame to continue. Btw, I think i haven't been really concentrating, ever since i abruptly found out this study method. Peeps and Frens, don't do like how i do. cause' whoever does this, is just being lazy (me me me) ... oh ya, about my recently english test, i didnt really do well. i guess i'll get approximately 77. And it is kinda low, shit..! it's worse than my expected, higher than i imagined. i made a lot silly mistakes! ouchh.. nevermind! No Pain No Gain, right? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Time to Smile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! why are teachers being so strict to us. Doing this and that.WE HAVE PRIVACY (deep sorrow)! We have a lot things to do right?! I have to wake up! brush teeth! eat! drink! sleep! all of them take me VERY LONG! My schedule is all packed, wouldnt it be easy if they appoint next time? How can they expect us to finish them all on time? Even sometimes they don't have time to mark, they do XXX right? So do we!? =.= a little too much?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-7048738944743815065?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/7048738944743815065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=7048738944743815065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7048738944743815065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7048738944743815065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-disease.html' title='&quot;b.a.c.k&quot; disease?'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/Sb4IftTeA3I/AAAAAAAAABs/bU-b6XRJg4M/s72-c/DSC00946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-1057724115061307691</id><published>2009-03-12T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:04:13.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"hu r the losers, we are the losers" slogan kadet =X</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people, malaysians do last min. work, so do u? Yes, i sure do!. i just stepped into da skul at abt 6.30 and i saw fai tuck n some kadet members were oredi thr waiting. i havent got my kadet uniform, whole set. eg, cap, top, btm, belt, name tag( &lt;em&gt;i borrowed and it was RIDZUAN!, ppl were like huh?! Ridzuan?&lt;/em&gt; -_-), shoes, whistle and d0t dot dOt. I got them all then wore it quickly with helps from 3 to 4 ppl! HAHA, thanks to zheng yi, chaar chyuan, and 2 unknown heroes. well, i NEVER actually thought of being part of 'kadet polis' before till i think prefect is too flat and hello?! What are PREFECTS? bunch of dot dot dot? =.= and of course dealing wif the kokurilum thingy. i took away my specs, know why? Let's imagine we had this march past under the hot bloody sun, we got to stand there like.. wad was is like, for mins! stationary standing thr, couldn't even scratch even though the skin was really terribly itchy, no swings, no peeps. What we did were only &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MARCH, CHEST UP, SALUTE, HENDAK KAKI&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;no idea how to spell&lt;/em&gt;), it was like challenging our limits. so the specs may be going to be down n up, up and down, kinda annoying. looked weird without specs, soooo true! ==.... the sweat went in my eye(&lt;em&gt; it was like tears dropping&lt;/em&gt; )!! ouch! i just ignored the saltyness, darn uncomfortable.. my left arm, deeply cramped , btw the shoes didnt suit the size of my feet, so my toes sakitlahhhhhhhhhh, and the pressure of human beings, those crimson eyes!, my bakbones labelled: i nid a break!. goshh! its abt tortures, not competition. after all hardwork we had paid, we deserved and &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;OWNED&lt;/span&gt;. weee! haha.. we tOok some pics afterthat, overall, still not worth cos my skin is getting &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Speaking of skins, reminds me of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SKIN CANCER&lt;/span&gt;! blah blah blah, Since im a prefect and kadet member, no choice to escape the duty from pn sin n en saiful. i helped kadet of course. there was this stubborn lady go against the rule, i asked her to stop. she ignored me (&lt;em&gt;no1 ignores me please&lt;/em&gt;) ,my conversation *&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;stared angrily&lt;/span&gt;* i followed her steps to the staircase where there were prefects standing thr. i asked them to stop her. they stopped of course. i asked her why ignored me, she replied, "i want to go see teacher lahhh", i asked again, "why ignored", she kept quiet. well, i guess i was happy with it till she answered my ques&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(what i want is talk to me in a "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;human way&lt;/span&gt;", problem could be solved easily by saying "Hmm, may i go to the office and look for wtv teacher?", unfortunately, she ignored me, so too baddd larhh. made me serious only. i really dont bother how ppl go against rules).&lt;/span&gt; HAHA.. my style, if u understand those lines mean. ohhn and the similar prob betwn kadet n prefect is. . . i hate to be controlled FRANKLY, prefects and kadet exactly the same, got instructed doing this and that. maybe im fine with the soft tone. if its in an ordering manner, i get pissed 0ff and fightback lols. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TO all the cadets &amp;amp; prefects out there, don'T instruct PEOPLE in a "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOSS&lt;/span&gt;" WAY&lt;/span&gt;. Even U dislike it right. screw U man. isnt it logical to have ppl's "maruah, muka" in da public? Hey don be tellng me what to do! sorry im dat straight, haha. plz just filter up ur words b4 speaking to ppl(me), i'll &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;TREAT&lt;/span&gt; you even better =) trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-1057724115061307691?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/1057724115061307691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=1057724115061307691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/1057724115061307691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/1057724115061307691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/03/hu-r-losers-we-are-losers-slogan-kadet.html' title='&quot;hu r the losers, we are the losers&quot; slogan kadet =X'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-4666995313810628000</id><published>2009-03-09T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:34:39.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chinesee workkkk agaiN. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SbTMmhPEc3I/AAAAAAAAABc/lDHlloMhnE8/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311094822705329010" style="WIDTH: 572px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SbTMmhPEc3I/AAAAAAAAABc/lDHlloMhnE8/s320/DSC00745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever i do chinese "&lt;em&gt;zhou ji&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;jian bao&lt;/em&gt;", i think of how important are friends. =) without them, i may be punished d0ing something very humiliating. The friends i meant are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;amanda, rayx2, kayam, jing wei, csc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;dot dot dot&lt;/span&gt;.. so many. =D Looking for more victims. anyone?? haha.  I'd like to say thank you. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want to know how strict is my chinese teacher, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;puan woon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;a.k.a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;akasha or the hungry monster&lt;/span&gt;! aaaa!!.. he treated us like babies (&lt;em&gt; maybe we are&lt;/em&gt; ), and that cant stand! hahaha! anyways, she's the best chinese teacher as long as she can make me do chinese work, i've never been so serious abt chinese. Form 5 is the only year i realised that im learning chinese. i used to write the most re ji and jian bao in a year max. is 3 and 5 respectively. muahahahah! but tis year.. gonna use few books for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;goshhh..! where is my &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;GLUE STICK&lt;/span&gt;! my fren again, took liao my glue din return. &lt;a href="mailto:$!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;$!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; betul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-end- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-4666995313810628000?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/4666995313810628000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=4666995313810628000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4666995313810628000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4666995313810628000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/03/chinesee-workkkk-again.html' title='chinesee workkkk agaiN. . .'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SbTMmhPEc3I/AAAAAAAAABc/lDHlloMhnE8/s72-c/DSC00745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-4492018268504857380</id><published>2009-03-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:50:10.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>months in kasturi ttn</title><content type='html'>Like normal days taking bus wif frens to kasturi, btw i hate taking buses, especially when they are so many dif skin colours and smells. some of them are terribly &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;STINK&lt;/span&gt;. i just cant stand the smell, the people are deeply having &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;OMGWTHITSP&lt;/span&gt; aka "oh my god what the hell is that smell people", haha so funny ==. why cant they just use a proper shampoo or buy a gum to chew instead.. besides that, my 2 buddies came across 2 times of this pocket-picking when people all were rushing into the bus. it happened to them recently and i was there too. and i was like wow so cool! xD. fortunately, both of them didnt lose anything but nervousness. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;MUAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.. im so darn lucky didnt meet these cases. *&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;grins&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterthat, i rmb when the first time i joined the ttn class of every sub, i were like being teased by the teachers thr. first, bm lesson, the teacher said:" kenapa nampaknya sgt berlagak, nanti... kamu jawab soalan saya". okay fine! i answered wrongly. u KNO WAD THE &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; he did? he came to me and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pinched&lt;/span&gt; me. shit stupid gigolo. not only that, even add maths class too, that teacher just entered the class and said:" are u new here?". "yes", i answered. he had so much questions on me afterthat. blah blah blahh... humiliation. celaka betul! oh ya! abt the physics too, the teacher asked any newcomers here?, duh i lifted, then, he made me went out doing him a favour (&lt;em&gt;ttn still running&lt;/em&gt;), he wanted me to do a lame &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DEMO&lt;/span&gt; abt the electricity passing through the wire. he wanted me to walk for a distance as he was arranging chairs so to block me, my way.. =.= wtf. how embarrassing it was larh weih! people all laughed after i said, "i think they understand enuf, may i sit now" he said no. not clear enuf.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;== gosh..!&lt;/span&gt; btw, they were all friendly except the bm teacher. he sucks! sry i just hate him @@. the most leng zai teacher is the bio teacher. ahaha! smart, good looking and ... not tall==. after weeks, when i bump into them, they'll raise they eyebrows or saying&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; LENG ZAI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! quite fun =P... kakax.. (&lt;em&gt;s.s 's my fav&lt;/em&gt;.) no offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thr's a particular day which is 0n saturday that all the hot chicks go thr one!!(*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* don marah).. but too badd laahh im not into them =C.. the worst thing is abt the air con. usually those front seats&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; are really freezing... i was like DOT DOT DOT.. @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ttn, we'll have to sing, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;RUN BABY RUN DONT EVER LOOK BAK&lt;/span&gt;. b'cos, we will have to catch the bus b4 it drove away unless we willing to spend another half an hour waiting. of course we aint that stupid standing thr doing nothing posing like lamps or stationary objects right. =.="&lt;br /&gt;stealing cases usually happen when people waiting for buses. so right, i suggested the ladies put the bags or luxury items int0 their . . . . HAHAHA! was a joke. don take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-4492018268504857380?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/4492018268504857380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=4492018268504857380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4492018268504857380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4492018268504857380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/03/months-in-kasturi-ttn.html' title='months in kasturi ttn'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-4203622644045045066</id><published>2009-03-02T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:32:39.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>usual skul day * dot dot dot *</title><content type='html'>i saw 2 people were caught wif long hair and they had a little small changes by en. saiful. i think my hair is time!.. again, the &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;INDIAN PREFECT&lt;/span&gt;, which is above me really drove me crazy, don pay respect at all.. imma senior kkkaayyss?! -.- aarghs just hate him a lot. cant he just hide himself into the dark so no1 could see him..? &lt;strong&gt;*stare*&lt;/strong&gt; ( &lt;em&gt;ohh yes!&lt;/em&gt; ) besides, i really d0n wanna mention his name, since im a gud person right ahha! since he's an indian, his name probably will be 'smell the gas' i personally named him &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'OSP' a.k.a Occasionally Stink People&lt;/span&gt;... haha, &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;RANT ON STINK PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;. i seriously want to quit prefect aaaa.. cant wait for the prefect retirement man. sadly, its in JULY!! eat, bball den home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-4203622644045045066?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/4203622644045045066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=4203622644045045066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4203622644045045066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/4203622644045045066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/03/usual-skul-day-dot-dot-dot.html' title='usual skul day * dot dot dot *'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-7906747878269535171</id><published>2009-03-01T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:46:36.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhh boyyyy.. flunk my bm paper</title><content type='html'>peooopleeeee... i failed my BM test. i got 39! just nid another 1 more mark will do. pn. rosita so stingy don even wanna giv me the 1 mark.. then i'll PASS. darnn it! haha well, gud news is i got my maths 100%! wow~ &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;em&gt;syok sendiri&lt;/em&gt;).  =.-.&lt;br /&gt;i *emo* whole day till i got my add maths paper, i din fail and i got 50%!.. hooray! T.T i just cant stop thinkin my bm paper.. aaarghss.! i nidda learn &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;'how to be emo'&lt;/span&gt; from nigahiga.. kidding =P&lt;br /&gt;my mom was like.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;omg u failed it?...  andd bla bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... %#$%#$&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;law&lt;/span&gt; of am0s, "tis way in tat way out". hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-7906747878269535171?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/7906747878269535171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=7906747878269535171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7906747878269535171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/7906747878269535171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/03/ohhh-boyyyy-flunk-my-bm-paper.html' title='ohhh boyyyy.. flunk my bm paper'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-3185673327900191481</id><published>2009-02-28T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:29:11.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M-16   =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;well, whenever uthink of M-16, sounds very cooL huh? to me, not really... haha! i heard from people that it could be dangerous IF u d0n follow the instructions... ouchh!? scary huh.. wOo.. that morning, i woke up about er.r..m.. oh ya.. 5AM? gosh.. we had to be at skul at 6 i think. PS forgot =P. we gathered at 6 den we stood thr waiting for the police trucks. tat was the best part of all for ME =P sitting thr.. with the cool wind aahh.. we sat thr for like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;.. an hour+ only we reached the place called BENTUNG, Pahang.. yaya we had our gun shooting thr. sum of da policemen were very strict, but some not. oh ya.. thr was a $#$#@$ dono which skul's teacher scolded me n my frens for not picking up the bullets.. -.- tmd! with his BIG FAT HUGE tummy i understand he couldnt even bare to move his toes. how would i expect him to pick up 1 of them? oh okay fine =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SbqB0UUddeI/AAAAAAAAABk/bk_VEAIX38Q/s1600-h/Photo371%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312701446244627938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SbqB0UUddeI/AAAAAAAAABk/bk_VEAIX38Q/s320/Photo371%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt even open my eyes wif the strong wind *whuuu.. whuuu* andd this was how we posed in the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we were all approximately &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;160ppl&lt;/span&gt; arranged in dono wad codes, &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;sasaran and detik&lt;/span&gt;? wtv it is la.. den we were called out to have our shootings! 20 bullets each of the member of kadets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our 2 meals thr then we went home by the truck again.. wee! its a really great experience even though i din sho0t accurately. i got &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; POINTS AA... my frens all got &lt;em&gt;20+, 30+ 40+ 50+ 60+..&lt;/em&gt; hehe i got some buddies got &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; too =X, my great kadet mates! haha. b4 we went home, we took pics few pics, as in BELOW =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SakofwkuyyI/AAAAAAAAABM/Yn5E6T2zPWI/s1600-h/DSC05943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307818161912859426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SakofwkuyyI/AAAAAAAAABM/Yn5E6T2zPWI/s320/DSC05943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot me! muahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then right, whn we were all sitting in the truck, we had so much fun. lai cheong, cy, and some1 laa.. they did silly stuff made all of us laugh sia.. woo.. LAI CHEONG DID &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;WAVE&lt;/span&gt;! with his stomach.. -.- half naked L.O.L.. during halfway thr returnin skul, it started to drizzle. then stopped and rained again... the front row people were all wet like WET MONKEYS =)! luckily i was sitting bhind.. haha! i read weathers. afterthat, AGAIN, we headed to &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;ALIBABA&lt;/span&gt;, or shud i call that &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;THE LIBRARY OF HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt;. muahahaha.. somebody named it. well, its a CC lahhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-3185673327900191481?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/3185673327900191481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=3185673327900191481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/3185673327900191481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/3185673327900191481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/02/m-16.html' title='M-16   =]'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SbqB0UUddeI/AAAAAAAAABk/bk_VEAIX38Q/s72-c/Photo371%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-6406723389012295412</id><published>2009-02-20T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T04:46:40.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merentas desa, aku cinta pada mu. lol</title><content type='html'>r..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;w&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, durinq that day, whn i just stepped into da skul, an &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INDIAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prefect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+ son of a B*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; sorry, just hate him &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa lot&lt;/span&gt;!.. he asked me to duty, boringggggggg... he is like a &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;BRAINLESS&lt;/span&gt; PIECE OF SHIT&lt;/span&gt;. (shud &lt;em&gt;i chg tis title to *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT INDIAN SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;?) Okay now let me continue. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*sweat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;span&gt;afterthat, everyone went to the ARENA WIRA, hall to gather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then dono siapa siapa merasmikan the.. dono hw to say da marathon den majority them was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;WEEE!! LETS GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;~ to the skul FIELD =). i was 1 of them.. haha -.-. we had to wait the POLICEMEN to come b4 we could start the run. so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we chat we laugh we make fun of ppl blah blah blah&lt;span&gt;.. okay then they finally sampai. the girls run first becos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;LADIES FIRST. or maybe they run slow.. =P. jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;when boys' turn, i run run run.. -.- wanna try da limit. i saw weird cases, ppl wif handphone holding in their hand (wanna show off), sitting down 1, waiting frens 1, laughing during the &lt;span&gt;marathon 1 (dono why, maybe too high), some fell down n noone bothers =P (so sweet -.-), some were wearing like going mana-mana (&lt;em&gt;WITH THE &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;TIGHT BLUE JEANS&lt;/span&gt;! omg, FAT HAO, h0peless sia&lt;/em&gt;), and my frens called me bt i js ignored (&lt;em&gt;cos ALBERT told me not to talk when running, he got &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;number 1&lt;/span&gt; in da marathon, [&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;yeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;]), ohh and i saw those freaks or nerds LC me -.- saying.. "wahh so fast a run".. then they quickly ran in front of me *stare wif hatred*. BUT THE END, i just beat them. MUAHAHAHAHAHA! U ALL STUPID LC PPL. rest into COFFIN! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;peace* XD... almoz reaching right, i run non-stop-ly. finally finally IM DONE! and i was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA... SHUANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were served with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MILO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! and my frens and i went up to class. we had so much fun thr&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;some singing, sleeping, talking abt dota, OH YA and making birthday card for&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; JUN YAO!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;, BWG BUYER&lt;/span&gt; =P, den den now i just not using any exaggerate expressions, wanna end this quick. i had my lunch and went to cc wif frens. we played dota. i used hmm, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;CHAOS KNIGHT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;AXE&lt;/span&gt;, AND some hero la forgot, =P the game was &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;MAMAMIAA&lt;/span&gt;..! then i went to tuition. blah blah blah till 10PM~ wad a tiring day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2371948962852354786-6406723389012295412?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/6406723389012295412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=6406723389012295412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/6406723389012295412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/6406723389012295412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/02/merentas-desa-aku-cinta-pada-mu-lol.html' title='merentas desa, aku cinta pada mu. lol'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2371948962852354786.post-1884183629583054562</id><published>2009-01-31T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:06:55.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>noob blogger has joined the game</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, this is me, amos. my first blog. well, everyone has their first time right? So, please forgive me if i offended you by whatever i wrote here. i just don't understand why is blogging so nice. i have been recommended to start blogging in here since long ago. i just couldnt make my mind focus on this thing. It's terribly boring.. Finally i manage to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there you go. weeee..&lt;br /&gt;let's see if i can make a topic here!&lt;br /&gt;recently i bang-ed into something and i was like OMG WTH was that.!! And it became blue black later. well, i just took a pic of it and i was staring at it. Ha!ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297385773466144098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SYQYS1GoTWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1CZYHbaunDY/s320/DSC09511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2371948962852354786-1884183629583054562?l=amoscso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/feeds/1884183629583054562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2371948962852354786&amp;postID=1884183629583054562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/1884183629583054562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2371948962852354786/posts/default/1884183629583054562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoscso.blogspot.com/2009/01/meaningless-content.html' title='noob blogger has joined the game'/><author><name>amos choo shing onn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311401450114310843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/ScB6UP4e9-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6jJ2X9Z6CDI/S220/DSC08321.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIuEiWn-QeE/SYQYS1GoTWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1CZYHbaunDY/s72-c/DSC09511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
