<?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-3943224630119201259</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:40:04.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsy's Kickass Blog Page @#$% ~(^o^)~ %$#@</title><subtitle type='html'>My life...my story... 
&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-5858071261190359469</id><published>2009-07-13T05:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T06:18:18.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They want nobody nobody but me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;A favour i ask...please.....don't ask hahaha. And they say the world is cruel? God have been showing how equal and balance life is. With every unwanted expectations in life, comes heaven on earth. This heavenly treat is an undeniable source of godly pleasures. Gays..... bless you. I mean how can i resist this?...they want nobody but me! hahaha cheers to Wonder Girls, see ya'll when im rich and famous, i'll buy you girls mice ilo and fried wing rice with one extra bbq chicken wing at tenderbreast..... ok amsy -___-?. To my sister... now i know why your husband listens to this shiet... cause this shiet IS the SHIET... Same goes to your kacang pool... ya know what i mean heeh hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Their performance really enlightens the mood and would simply put a smile in every face. Watch it, know it and feel it, that's all i can say. And guys, fck it... just imagine it's you they're singing to hahaha. It feels patheticly awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TjRcMc-yNOA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TjRcMc-yNOA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-5858071261190359469?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5858071261190359469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=5858071261190359469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5858071261190359469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5858071261190359469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-want-nobody-nobody-but-me.html' title='They want nobody nobody but me.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-2605736382088621313</id><published>2009-07-02T05:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:33:10.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gigantornamous Sigh..... (eh eh eh)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;This girl captured my heart, my soul, my mind, my ear, my attention, my everything (eh eh eh) on the net and stopped me from watching nonsense (eh eh eh). Nyeheh hee im just playing... Oh her voice aint that extravagant yet it's soothing enough to make me, not fall asleep and wish i had a girl that could at least give me the taste of it 1st hand, heart to heart... (eh eh eh). Mind me, lack of sleep... its damn late... aaaaand.......... im hungry, she's kinda cute, i think im going to get something to munch on, she's kinda cute, she's thai i think? viet? i dont care, she's kinda cute, don't think she's a transverstite, if she is, i would'nt mind, she plays the guitar and sings good enough for me to think that she's at least half-a-girl haha, yet again...she's cute =). Funny how i end up watching this. Dont ask... this girl just made me smile alone in the living room at 5 am, and that's what counts, hee. Creepy~I thought i was going loco for a moment... well maybe i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;just alittle bit, heh. Guys out there, hear me... you can have your, Skater/Singing Avril... Bootyliciouos Mariah Carey... Bouncy Beyonce... Pong-kidi-Punk-kidi-PINK or whoever there is... i have this 'cute girl singing, grow old with you' girl.................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;and Tila Tequila, dig that bitch. Gar har ha~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now she's going to be on my who i want to meet list on friendster, myspace and facebook... wait, is there any on facebook? Oh well HAHA patheticmon. Just pause the freakin bg song and listen to her sing. Use headphone or earpiece and listen it at 5 am, Singapore time on a thursday morning. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa hah... -___-" gosh i need sleep. pff~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngNdNUyjJyE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngNdNUyjJyE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-2605736382088621313?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2605736382088621313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=2605736382088621313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2605736382088621313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2605736382088621313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2009/07/gigantornamous-sigh.html' title='A Gigantornamous Sigh..... (eh eh eh)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-8637373247877350302</id><published>2009-05-18T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:51:52.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SITI &lt;3 YUTT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wedding bell... wedding bell... wedding all the way, oh what fun it is to sit on that comfy sofa night and day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFutHtsLQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/k38tzIY45ds/s1600-h/DSC05042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337168754854604034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFutHtsLQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/k38tzIY45ds/s400/DSC05042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFutM48ykI/AAAAAAAAAsM/krSSMABukYQ/s1600-h/DSC05029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337168756244007490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFutM48ykI/AAAAAAAAAsM/krSSMABukYQ/s400/DSC05029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFus4nMmJI/AAAAAAAAAsE/nsvEbZmG2sQ/s1600-h/DSC05020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337168750800836754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFus4nMmJI/AAAAAAAAAsE/nsvEbZmG2sQ/s400/DSC05020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFusn1alNI/AAAAAAAAAr8/apHi2i63IBo/s1600-h/DSC05019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337168746297070802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFusn1alNI/AAAAAAAAAr8/apHi2i63IBo/s400/DSC05019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337168757338972802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFutQ-AooI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ya1zfvtWvyQ/s400/DSC05105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337170298053448610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFwG8k906I/AAAAAAAAAs0/XouZ1kh8yRg/s400/DSC05694.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;After quite a looooong time, finally i get to see them. xoxo many many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFwHFvAQzI/AAAAAAAAAs8/6DHDrpcu8_E/s1600-h/Hampiang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337170300511470386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFwHFvAQzI/AAAAAAAAAs8/6DHDrpcu8_E/s400/Hampiang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; And not forgetting my kanasai rock n roll "ladies"... haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFxL-yVUSI/AAAAAAAAAtE/cVmC6V6Cdlg/s1600-h/DSC05536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337171484057358626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFxL-yVUSI/AAAAAAAAAtE/cVmC6V6Cdlg/s400/DSC05536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337171491918629266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFxMcEmyZI/AAAAAAAAAtM/yBa5utodHXE/s400/DSC05778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sister owes me a $1000 photographer fee and an external flash with a bunch of awesome new lenses... heeeee~ I love you sister! now go have a happy life. Till death apart the both of you. Amen.&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/3943224630119201259-8637373247877350302?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8637373247877350302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=8637373247877350302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/8637373247877350302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/8637373247877350302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2009/05/siti-3-yutt.html' title='SITI &lt;3 YUTT'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/ShFutHtsLQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/k38tzIY45ds/s72-c/DSC05042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-885513063515339208</id><published>2009-02-16T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:22:11.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carousel! 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CarouseeeeelllL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly before i show you anything else, i have to tell you that i saw Mini Sadako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Horror..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303277762843586882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkHBv-FMUI/AAAAAAAAApM/OnISGeXxlyA/s400/DSC02410.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Seafood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkNQ8lYCvI/AAAAAAAAAqE/LsRkLMz9awc/s1600-h/DSC02434.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303284620997430002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkNQ8lYCvI/AAAAAAAAAqE/LsRkLMz9awc/s400/DSC02434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkNQ7iT29I/AAAAAAAAAp8/7nx2wsOBFtY/s1600-h/DSC02432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303284620716137426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkNQ7iT29I/AAAAAAAAAp8/7nx2wsOBFtY/s400/DSC02432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkMWPjUXMI/AAAAAAAAAp0/QKDiQrXNyaw/s1600-h/DSC02425.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303283612476792002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkMWPjUXMI/AAAAAAAAAp0/QKDiQrXNyaw/s400/DSC02425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkMV3w8_5I/AAAAAAAAAps/9HcVSCsxoA8/s1600-h/DSC02419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303283606091530130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkMV3w8_5I/AAAAAAAAAps/9HcVSCsxoA8/s400/DSC02419.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Consumers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkMVjxkLoI/AAAAAAAAApk/HW8old6EfEQ/s1600-h/DSC02418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303283600725388930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkMVjxkLoI/AAAAAAAAApk/HW8old6EfEQ/s400/DSC02418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkMVSA-oAI/AAAAAAAAApc/m9XrmGLOyZU/s1600-h/DSC02416.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303283595958198274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkMVSA-oAI/AAAAAAAAApc/m9XrmGLOyZU/s400/DSC02416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkMVSa1KhI/AAAAAAAAApU/atBdBEsa-XQ/s1600-h/DSC02412.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303283596066630162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkMVSa1KhI/AAAAAAAAApU/atBdBEsa-XQ/s400/DSC02412.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Dessert...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303284623136108546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkNREjRsAI/AAAAAAAAAqM/CFO97VGHOO8/s400/DSC02454.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Food Fights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkNRWFG3pI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZD_kIF0kCMI/s1600-h/DSC02455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303284627841408658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkNRWFG3pI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZD_kIF0kCMI/s400/DSC02455.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Eye Candy... (UKWIM Saufi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkNneBNNrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Y1_CC28o3dk/s1600-h/DSC02496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303285007929652914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkNneBNNrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Y1_CC28o3dk/s400/DSC02496.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Tough and The Sissy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkNRrw9dmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/VGSeJYA2yTc/s1600-h/DSC02492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303284633662486114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkNRrw9dmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/VGSeJYA2yTc/s400/DSC02492.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkckjynyQI/AAAAAAAAArc/d4EnIgBRlwc/s1600-h/DSC02556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303301450613901570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkckjynyQI/AAAAAAAAArc/d4EnIgBRlwc/s400/DSC02556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkckZ_SWNI/AAAAAAAAArU/X7itcJhy5TY/s1600-h/DSC02555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303301447982667986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkckZ_SWNI/AAAAAAAAArU/X7itcJhy5TY/s400/DSC02555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; The Artsy Fartsy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303285016522253698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkNn-B15YI/AAAAAAAAAqs/S-fJIiRASu4/s400/DSC02573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkUh7YaLpI/AAAAAAAAArE/1XDITn8cO60/s1600-h/DSC02580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303292609313779346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkUh7YaLpI/AAAAAAAAArE/1XDITn8cO60/s400/DSC02580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkUhuKGZmI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Rlx5Vhgsjc8/s1600-h/DSC02569.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303292605764101730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkUhuKGZmI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Rlx5Vhgsjc8/s400/DSC02569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkUhvLsnlI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pe5yONST8eQ/s1600-h/DSC02562.JPG"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303292606039236178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkUhvLsnlI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pe5yONST8eQ/s400/DSC02562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303292613109065346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkUiJhRpoI/AAAAAAAAArM/M7vzZzIlBtk/s400/DSC02583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkck6gJN2I/AAAAAAAAArk/plMZgPrHrW4/s1600-h/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303301456710416226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkck6gJN2I/AAAAAAAAArk/plMZgPrHrW4/s400/DSC02568.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The enD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;There're more pictures but as usual... i'm LAZY~!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-885513063515339208?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/885513063515339208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=885513063515339208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/885513063515339208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/885513063515339208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2009/02/carousel-carousel-carouseeeeellll.html' title='Carousel! Carousel! CarouseeeeelllL!'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SZkHBv-FMUI/AAAAAAAAApM/OnISGeXxlyA/s72-c/DSC02410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-311300433280621160</id><published>2009-02-09T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:27:48.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 28)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh gosh gosh i'm exhausted. Played street soccer last friday and came home late. Fun fun slacking time. After so long not excercising. I feel lighter now heh. And had a recording session the day after at SAE from 2pm till 6pm. I just gave random tunes to the broken song "for pete's sake". Oh well the rest of CJ liked it so it's fine =). Well i'm looking forward to the EP project starting this coming march so check us out on ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wearecrackerjack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.myspace.com/wearecrackerjack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; ' and stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And yesterday was a rather dead brain day for me. Jan-jan went to KL and just got home yesterday at around 6pm... somehow i actually miss her when she was away..... Oh Amsy you so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a test today and i think i did quite ok, i did copy most but who cares, in the end it's just mark on paper. Bloody pirate me. More to come ahead. I think i'll go rest myself now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-311300433280621160?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/311300433280621160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=311300433280621160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/311300433280621160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/311300433280621160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 28)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-5895334956933929744</id><published>2009-02-01T01:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:19:56.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 8 Years Anniversary To You Sista!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SYSR55EHtyI/AAAAAAAAAo0/-ZjZb3636Sc/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297519485451220770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SYSR55EHtyI/AAAAAAAAAo0/-ZjZb3636Sc/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though you've been such a bloody ass since back in childhood times. Everytime i was the catcher when we're playing catching. I know i was young and slow. You took advantage and bullied me like a little piglet. Well i understand i was soo darn cute. So yeah i forgive you alright?. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well... i pray you'll both be happy together till the day you die.... Ok now you owe me MCDONALD'S BREAKFAST MENU!&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/3943224630119201259-5895334956933929744?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5895334956933929744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=5895334956933929744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5895334956933929744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5895334956933929744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-8-years-anniversary-to-you-sista.html' title='Happy 8 Years Anniversary To You Sista!'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SYSR55EHtyI/AAAAAAAAAo0/-ZjZb3636Sc/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-1766542577626333291</id><published>2009-01-31T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:21:14.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Radiyanah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaah yes. Feeling a little bit strange to be doing this. But i figured it could just be treated as a little something something from me to you for the sake of our happy times back then. Bless me and may the dark past of mine be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly, i just feel nothing about everything,anything, whatever that's happened. And frankly i dont care about you no more and you should know why. A fucking ass jerk for who i am to be called? So be it. To me, everyone's a jerk and everyone's a bitch. Oh... how much i've grown all this while is how much i've thought about people. A little sentence that you might remember that i used to say to you... "I study people". Yes... a bloody pathetic sentence that cracked you up cause of my silly cuteness that you felt for. Oh when people are in love...even as pathetic as "why did the chicken cross the road" is funny... Happy times huh? Yeah i thought so too. Now you know how much i cherished my past dont you? Now you know i'm a person who doesnt forget...even my friends. It hurts does'nt it?... to think that archives won't come back. But can only be written as what i'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe you want to know how i'm doing... I'm doing great... really great, knowing that i recovered from a bad experience of fucking relationship from who abandoned everything for the sake of FUN all by myself. Gosh Amsy! *Taps my own shoulder* Well done boy... Ouh look Amsy's got lame jokes gaaaargh quite moderate uh. Missing his jokes don't you? Ouh come on don't deny. There ain't another Amsy out there. Oh my, i'm so proudly evil. And why is that? Oh it's because i'm listening to A7x and it just sets me in the jerky mood heh. I've changed haven't i... Oh like you said to me before...everyone changes. You know what, you're right. Damnly right. Salute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enough with all this bullshit chatters. Just saying... dont try to convince me that you've changed. Cause i know who's the girl i liked before. Can't figure who you were before? we'll i'm guessing that i've hypnotised you with my charm that you did'nt realise what happened... or maybe that you just did'nt even notice that most of the time, you were such a flirt and now you still are and that explains why i don't see any change in you. Gosh i accused you... Bad Amsy...bad BAD AMSY!. 'Awak maafkan kite eh awak?...kite tau awak marah kat kite... '... Tired of all this forgiving shits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and yeah... don't think i'm being a jerk cause i'm seeing a girl. I was already happy before knowing her. And plus i don't go all around singapore asking for girl's number to make myself happy or to be. I would if i'm brad pitt or maybe ROBERT PATTISON. I don't think low of myself and i don't think too high either. I know my platform and i know where i'm suppose to be standing. I think you get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Radiyanah... a girl i've known for almost 4 years now... a friend... used to be my secret file folder... Who's now getting older... by another year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;18 to 19... i was'nt there to watch her grow, nothing much to say. May god bless her with the fullest blessing... I pray her health physically and mentally... May she grow taller, cause i know that's what she wants... and for her to be happy on land...sea or floating on air every hour, minutes and seconds. Amen. Happy Birthday Radiyanah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-1766542577626333291?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1766542577626333291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=1766542577626333291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1766542577626333291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1766542577626333291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-radiyanah.html' title='Happy Birthday Radiyanah.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-5444545933946785615</id><published>2009-01-27T23:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T01:33:05.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Riders on CNY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha oh hell yeah, cycled from Tampines to Changi... and then to East Coast to Simpang Bedok to have a meal and back to Tampines. Did'nt keep track of the time but who cares. I had fun and so did my lads and my sister haha. Have to go cycling again gaaargh!... Might be getting a new bike oh yeaaaah... 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SX8AsYdBlNI/AAAAAAAAAlc/cDy3a4zga4s/s400/DSC02000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SX8AsN_MSOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/TYph1BWiRds/s1600-h/DSC01994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295952446479943906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SX8AsN_MSOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/TYph1BWiRds/s400/DSC01994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SX7mkOjYQMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/cd_qultj3iU/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295923721890447554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SX7mkOjYQMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/cd_qultj3iU/s400/DSC02036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SX7lUxOQ06I/AAAAAAAAAjk/cTC6C17RFXc/s400/DSC02020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SX7lUkpjT5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/JdSp5NXBpHc/s1600-h/DSC02016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295922353432383378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SX7lUkpjT5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/JdSp5NXBpHc/s400/DSC02016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SX7lUe4zFmI/AAAAAAAAAjU/T8UevbhGCYU/s1600-h/DSC02014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295922351885719138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SX7lUe4zFmI/AAAAAAAAAjU/T8UevbhGCYU/s400/DSC02014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295953894044561234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SX8CAelfb1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/orgoEGHtg2o/s400/DSC02068.JPG" border="0" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-4910933934319268125?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4910933934319268125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=4910933934319268125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4910933934319268125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4910933934319268125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2009/01/cj-club-6.html' title='CJ @ Club 6 (Credits to Hazreel.....and my Alpha 200 haha)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SX8AsOyxhtI/AAAAAAAAAlM/q_O6RzDebjM/s72-c/DSC01917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-2828787052701755823</id><published>2009-01-20T23:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:28:16.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger Painting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't ask. I just got bored...like really..... haha oh well i burn time polishing my painting skills in the afternoon. And also got desperate to do so. Had no brushes so i decided to use my fingers. I figured god gave me fingers not only to..... haha better not say hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXX02gDcsgI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ub8G1JrUxao/s1600-h/DSC01758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293406154198397442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXX02gDcsgI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ub8G1JrUxao/s400/DSC01758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXX02myq51I/AAAAAAAAAhc/ug2W2dP01fM/s1600-h/DSC01768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293406156007073618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXX02myq51I/AAAAAAAAAhc/ug2W2dP01fM/s400/DSC01768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXX02dCpdjI/AAAAAAAAAhU/xMAS6TBmSBU/s1600-h/DSC01775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293406153389733426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXX02dCpdjI/AAAAAAAAAhU/xMAS6TBmSBU/s400/DSC01775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXX02MUuCnI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3hMNpkbaHVU/s1600-h/DSC01772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293406148902128242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXX02MUuCnI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3hMNpkbaHVU/s400/DSC01772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;All heil Amsy with the speed demon fingers. haha -___-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXX0173nCQI/AAAAAAAAAhE/So_HVwgejaU/s1600-h/DSC01766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293406144485067010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXX0173nCQI/AAAAAAAAAhE/So_HVwgejaU/s400/DSC01766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh look at the time..... emmhmm emmhmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXXyKk2YwgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Ym5_VPWk30o/s1600-h/DSC01781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293403200548291074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXXyKk2YwgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Ym5_VPWk30o/s400/DSC01781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXXyKUTEnUI/AAAAAAAAAg0/IStyNKiBI7o/s1600-h/DSC01778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293403196105203010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXXyKUTEnUI/AAAAAAAAAg0/IStyNKiBI7o/s400/DSC01778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Recess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXXxvNK0zKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/CMVjjqxYlsU/s1600-h/DSC01786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293402730335095970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXXxvNK0zKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/CMVjjqxYlsU/s400/DSC01786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;/4&lt;/span&gt; done and i'm happy&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXXxuykIZaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iS2-EbOGAGs/s1600-h/DSC01804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293402723193480610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXXxuykIZaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iS2-EbOGAGs/s400/DSC01804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And she shares the joy of satisfaction too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-2828787052701755823?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2828787052701755823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=2828787052701755823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2828787052701755823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2828787052701755823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2009/01/finger-painting.html' title='Finger Painting.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXX02gDcsgI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ub8G1JrUxao/s72-c/DSC01758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-8441060468897568214</id><published>2009-01-18T02:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:38:28.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 January 2009 (Gaydogs)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292339360707540402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXIqm8nKdbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/vSNRtUeJ5rY/s400/DSC01592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292339359572677074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXIqm4Yl0dI/AAAAAAAAAec/77dfSJHIvww/s400/DSC01659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292339746767739218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXIq9azFmVI/AAAAAAAAAes/46I9p2MC7JY/s400/DSC01669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292339363876004770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXIqnIalY6I/AAAAAAAAAek/UiVLXTmMB-Q/s400/DSC01666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292339756141381442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXIq99t8B0I/AAAAAAAAAe0/D1Z5YAJQDv4/s400/DSC01724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292500841734384914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXK9eYUIrRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/vFGjxb31iGw/s400/DSC01691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXK9eI3Q0XI/AAAAAAAAAe8/iRJ_7RNtPAo/s1600-h/DSC01684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292500837586751858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXK9eI3Q0XI/AAAAAAAAAe8/iRJ_7RNtPAo/s400/DSC01684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292873994868026466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXQQ2wEC7GI/AAAAAAAAAfM/1A_M7-gv9l0/s400/DSC01705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-8441060468897568214?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8441060468897568214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=8441060468897568214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/8441060468897568214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/8441060468897568214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2009/01/17-january-2009.html' title='17 January 2009 (Gaydogs)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXIqm8nKdbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/vSNRtUeJ5rY/s72-c/DSC01592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-2788034000493198743</id><published>2009-01-15T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:34:13.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dinie!...Amsy!!!... Dinie? Amsy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Looked at you in the mirror everyday... not saying hi not saying hey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kinda cute, kinda sweet and good looking... made girls came by to start booking...(haaaaaarghhargh shut up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-___-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh pls Amsy you're such a mess... Oh shut up Dinie don't you make me put you in a dress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok wait... i'm the one would be wearing it... Cause we're the same person oh fuck it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292332599826225602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXIkdaXcmcI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Dw-xoTkWBxo/s400/1_922760446l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-2788034000493198743?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2788034000493198743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=2788034000493198743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2788034000493198743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2788034000493198743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-dinieamsy-dinie-amsy.html' title='Happy Birthday Dinie!...Amsy!!!... Dinie? Amsy?'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SXIkdaXcmcI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Dw-xoTkWBxo/s72-c/1_922760446l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-1018264347660472966</id><published>2009-01-12T22:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:37:03.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 27)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly, congrats to all kids who just got their O lvl cert early today! Done well or bad, thats your problem. But if you need a shoulder to cry on... come come, Uncle Amsy is here for everyone. Well if you've done well, don't go walking around feeling too proud about it. There's still such a long long way to gooooo~..... To those who failed to achieve their targets, don't go crying all day and night in your room... There're still other targets waiting to be shot at by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is short but not narrow - (i somehow tried to live with it, i'm quite a happy lad most of the time), fair at times and can be unfair too... that's the balance of life. For example, you can have the most delicious food ever everyday, in the end you're going to end up having all kind of sickness, or you can have the most disgusting healthy food for the rest of your life, you'll stay healthy adding up to that, sick-free = Happy life. Something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm having most of the things that i've been wishing for, got half of it, and some other i don't. That's when i began to realise the balancing made by the almighty. It's so true that i feel like telling everyone on earth that it is haha.. Gosh i'm being so dramatic hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dinie: Amsy...Amsy, you need chocomint ice cream, maybe from the girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amsy: what girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dinie: That girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amsy: Which girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dinie: Geh-gerl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amsy:*grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is good... when it's good. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-1018264347660472966?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1018264347660472966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=1018264347660472966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1018264347660472966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1018264347660472966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 27)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-7593922427155177858</id><published>2009-01-09T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:41:51.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Salutes, Andy Mckee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lSnWhsmlGec&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lSnWhsmlGec&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-7593922427155177858?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7593922427155177858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=7593922427155177858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7593922427155177858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7593922427155177858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2009/01/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-584057950548717542</id><published>2009-01-01T11:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:56:53.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wassup year 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Garrr, first of all... HAPPY NEW YEAR to all lads and ladies!! garrr. Aah yes another memorable day of the year, it's always 31st December where all people gather together and share the same joy and party for the same reason. Oh nice said Amsy. Oh well there's nothing much to say, and there's no need to explain how i enjoyed my night counting down to new year yesterday. Such a blasting rage of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye f*** the pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzvAIX6crI/AAAAAAAAAb0/5r_T79JMgK0/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286362848152941234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzvAIX6crI/AAAAAAAAAb0/5r_T79JMgK0/s400/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes...Amsy must always have a full tummy before any further duties heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzu_da2D8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/PdBp51N4fkI/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286362836622512066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzu_da2D8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/PdBp51N4fkI/s400/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So he'll have a nice smile on his face all the the time =D. After the meal and other variety... year 2009 came with a bright face and along with homos giving a big welcome with cheers, wows and fireworks booming up in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286363766149038834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzv1kLPQvI/AAAAAAAAAcs/lqJFFv-bDFo/s400/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzv1RPY1wI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tKk8W55OwFY/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286363761066170114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzv1RPY1wI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tKk8W55OwFY/s400/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzv02oYaqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/sQ6zDPvQk-s/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286363753923242658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzv02oYaqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/sQ6zDPvQk-s/s400/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; Ouh look, Amsy' on fire. -___-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286363750966587586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzv0rndcMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/gbGw4z-mIbE/s400/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286362860872350930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzvA3wdPNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/-kwfH-lhBbw/s400/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286362854029336578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzvAeQ9IAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/mKHd2sAGdyM/s400/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could'nt help it, it was fuckin godly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286365774476985970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzxqdx7xnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/XuawWS606FU/s400/DSC00793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzxq56DZ4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/dcgTUxU4bi0/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286365782027233154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzxq56DZ4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/dcgTUxU4bi0/s400/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the chaotic scene of sky beauty, people rushed away from scene...For fuck sake why the rush?! IT'A A BLOODY NEW YEAR! Garghahaha aah whatever to it. I know i had a hell of a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzxO1UCteI/AAAAAAAAAdU/mv41zRvvb7Q/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286365299757725154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzxO1UCteI/AAAAAAAAAdU/mv41zRvvb7Q/s400/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzxOi3I9-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/0In9AuIwk48/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286365294804662242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzxOi3I9-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/0In9AuIwk48/s400/DSC00950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No comment to this, i'm just loving the picture. heh. And after the whole new year thingy, Amsy piratey and his lads slacked till 8 am 1st January 2009. Got home and had a fast forward knock-out on bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzxOS9-vhI/AAAAAAAAAdE/VRoB7WqQoiU/s1600-h/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286365290538384914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzxOS9-vhI/AAAAAAAAAdE/VRoB7WqQoiU/s400/DSC00979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzxOI8aYQI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CoCJjTdpkk4/s1600-h/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286365287847452930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzxOI8aYQI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CoCJjTdpkk4/s400/DSC00983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzxNuVqPQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/vVhuVrzXw-E/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286365280705592578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzxNuVqPQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/vVhuVrzXw-E/s400/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4+am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286372612546941986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVz34fk21CI/AAAAAAAAAds/htUF86rfGnE/s400/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;To all my friends, i still love ya'll like how i did last year and the year before. Hugs and kisses, kisses and hugs, choose one... ok what the fuck. Love and blessings, have an awesome year and get ready presents for me... 14 days from now. Tee hee hee! Damn it, my last 14 days as a teenager. Oh *sigh*.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a new year now, i'm just going to keep upgrading, improving me-self and be a better person than i am now... and for then i shall be, Alpha Amsy version 3.5 GX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-584057950548717542?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/584057950548717542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=584057950548717542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/584057950548717542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/584057950548717542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2009/01/wassup-year-2009.html' title='Wassup year 2009!'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVzvAIX6crI/AAAAAAAAAb0/5r_T79JMgK0/s72-c/DSC00714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-6553790652735893811</id><published>2008-12-30T14:53:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:12:51.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nadiah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arrrrr me matey! heh i just got back from a 2 days chalet and 3 cheers to it. Had great fun celebrating my cousin's birthday. Dang it how i wish it was my birthday party hehee. Oh well, maybe someday... 15 January 2009? nyahaha maybe just a BBQ pit by the beach XD. Oh yeah, i took lots of pictures, credits to my Alpha 200, manage to capture awesome pictures. But i'm just gonna upload some heh...amsy piratey is such a damn lazy ass motha fucka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I snapped these pics just as soon as i got there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnJl6PP-hI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Pc8paHU0N9w/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285477290821548562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnJl6PP-hI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Pc8paHU0N9w/s400/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnJlmH9n5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/2YVwLdeMCZY/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285477285422276498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnJlmH9n5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/2YVwLdeMCZY/s400/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not only the photographer for the day, but also the make-up tripod -___-".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285477293824405442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnJmFbL78I/AAAAAAAAAWM/9Cfst1pUYTE/s400/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't know what's with her, got bored i guess heh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnJmvAZ61I/AAAAAAAAAWU/NThnpV6Bw68/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285477304986364754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnJmvAZ61I/AAAAAAAAAWU/NThnpV6Bw68/s400/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ahuh... and that's "kakaklu" unicorn moment *inside joke* haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnKqH32HVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CWPsGfRuvqc/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285478462712585554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnKqH32HVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CWPsGfRuvqc/s400/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;King Cowboy and Queen Beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285477306571265634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnJm06RlmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WlWT2a2kwxw/s400/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnKqIJspII/AAAAAAAAAW0/n7JcOyXaZXE/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285478462787462274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnKqIJspII/AAAAAAAAAW0/n7JcOyXaZXE/s400/DSC00311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnKphKOG0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZWMEeKIGe0A/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285478452320672578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnKphKOG0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZWMEeKIGe0A/s400/DSC00304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnKpRSPThI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fPoDmwtITBY/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285478448059338258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnKpRSPThI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fPoDmwtITBY/s400/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285478471043840498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnKqm6K-fI/AAAAAAAAAXE/BaqUAUnHhjI/s400/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285479761784572610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnL1vSvisI/AAAAAAAAAXM/tW1E39z3qEk/s400/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hazreel was caught trying to lick me only after the picture was taken heh... And those were some random pics that were taken before the BBQ and party started... And so now is when everything begins,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnL2TJIBiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/i71CK6nGPFQ/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285479771407910434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnL2TJIBiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/i71CK6nGPFQ/s400/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnL2B8AVgI/AAAAAAAAAXU/daF1c0hcytU/s1600-h/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285479766789477890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnL2B8AVgI/AAAAAAAAAXU/daF1c0hcytU/s400/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnL2_d8MtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/vwbldUIjH_c/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285479783306375890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnL2_d8MtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/vwbldUIjH_c/s400/DSC00449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285490675921819506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnVxBn1l3I/AAAAAAAAAY0/hYLS6jpulcM/s400/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnVweqpnqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/bRHIWfV0v5o/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285490666538376866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnVweqpnqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/bRHIWfV0v5o/s400/DSC00572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He says: My chicken! my chicken! grr~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnVwAUKoWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/o_mbHplJEUU/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285490658391007586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnVwAUKoWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/o_mbHplJEUU/s400/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVneVK2ltMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Bv9qAJy1y8A/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285500092967924930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVneVK2ltMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Bv9qAJy1y8A/s400/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVndc9908fI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/t3IlgIk6o5c/s1600-h/DSC00552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285499127435948530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVndc9908fI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/t3IlgIk6o5c/s400/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chickens, prawns, satays and hotdogs were the jam of people's tummy... Oh heavenly yummy tummy filler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285490673623742562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnVw5D7uGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/WY5Sk0tViJ8/s400/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss wadeva with her little BBQ prawnies~..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285504637613915954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnids-oPzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/59X4y9flqzQ/s400/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285508012498555634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnliJZ1EvI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Dxws4UdUzHw/s400/DSC00586.JPG" border="0" /&gt; "Kakaklu's" barbaric moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285500100412452722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVneVmlgL3I/AAAAAAAAAaU/a5aRAYi00dM/s400/DSC00581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVndcSfxaxI/AAAAAAAAAZs/QX-_f-pucn8/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285499115767163666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVndcSfxaxI/AAAAAAAAAZs/QX-_f-pucn8/s400/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saufi ate his chicken and so... he's furious.&lt;/div&gt;&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285483503875623778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnPPjqxi2I/AAAAAAAAAYU/f3fFjKuarJQ/s400/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVndcPbK7gI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0k2RqCxElEE/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285499114942557698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVndcPbK7gI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0k2RqCxElEE/s400/DSC00440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285500094665162738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVneVRLPf_I/AAAAAAAAAaM/ya-n5bUoXQM/s400/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285499122340909090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVndcq_E0CI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tqQxADLucZo/s400/DSC00466.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVndb7vqN0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/UrVcZu0VFjQ/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285499109659785026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVndb7vqN0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/UrVcZu0VFjQ/s400/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285505210066379730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVni_Bh7o9I/AAAAAAAAAbU/fpQtkg5mzCo/s400/DSC00620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285504629945761378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnidQaZfmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/u87PLEnNNeI/s400/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" /&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnPPceSJII/AAAAAAAAAYM/Sha0C2gFvyw/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285483501944185986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnPPceSJII/AAAAAAAAAYM/Sha0C2gFvyw/s400/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~(^o^)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnL2h0NpUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/vKTyq12_JgM/s1600-h/DSC00424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285479775346730306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnL2h0NpUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/vKTyq12_JgM/s400/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVneVz7KrHI/AAAAAAAAAac/QBcWqQt6MKM/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285500103992978546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVneVz7KrHI/AAAAAAAAAac/QBcWqQt6MKM/s400/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Young Z.Vengeance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnPO7xwnkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/8s_FO6j3EmU/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285483493167504962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnPO7xwnkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/8s_FO6j3EmU/s400/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hotties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnPOpFoqxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/huDST0z5Dxc/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285483488150596370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnPOpFoqxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/huDST0z5Dxc/s400/DSC00465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Notties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then it was goodbye to everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnW_G2gjZI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1cTwSm3Yf_c/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285492017355328914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnW_G2gjZI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1cTwSm3Yf_c/s400/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285492052062786818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnXBIJaVQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/IJrTSryPmbo/s400/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285504640218614066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnid2royTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/P_qdlesdTis/s400/DSC00649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnW-_OD-EI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Ynn8BhQAtfA/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285492015306635330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnW-_OD-EI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Ynn8BhQAtfA/s400/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVni-5T1oRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/K50eObhR--U/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285505207859781906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVni-5T1oRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/K50eObhR--U/s400/DSC00617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADIAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;/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;/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/3943224630119201259-6553790652735893811?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6553790652735893811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=6553790652735893811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/6553790652735893811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/6553790652735893811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-nadiah.html' title='Happy Birthday Nadiah!'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SVnJl6PP-hI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Pc8paHU0N9w/s72-c/DSC00253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-203405827185640960</id><published>2008-12-25T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:10:39.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy christmas and a merry new year~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arrr... what's up me lads and ladies!? I waited for Santa till 3am in the morning but instead, a Mcdonald delivery rider came. Satisfied me tummy instead of getting pressies. Oh well i already had an early christmas this year nyahah. Had Mega Mcspicy around 11pm last night and Mega BigMc 2am this morning, with extra side snack of 20 piece nuggets and sucking'em curry sauce till the last drop. Oh what fun it is to have a full belly of Mcdonald's heeheeeee. Gaaargh... a bloody MEGA CHRISTMAS for me and me lad Saufi and Dan not forgetting me sister who got bored and decided to hangout with Amsy and his pirate lads till late. Fabulous, just fabulous. But dang it no pictures for you lads to eye fark on, but hey look on the bright side, it's christmas and it's not snowing! Ok seriously there's no link or point. What the hell, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND A MERRY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt; Hugs, kisses and drinks all around yeppa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-203405827185640960?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/203405827185640960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=203405827185640960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/203405827185640960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/203405827185640960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-christmas-and-merry-new-year.html' title='Happy christmas and a merry new year~!'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-6004324738583949779</id><published>2008-12-15T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:13:28.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gaargh just watch and enjoy the video, or not, i only posted it for my own ref. nyeh heh. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E46XmlYQCt4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E46XmlYQCt4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-6004324738583949779?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6004324738583949779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=6004324738583949779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/6004324738583949779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/6004324738583949779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/12/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-4203590551281519841</id><published>2008-12-14T11:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:22:44.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Santa?...thank God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heeeeell yeaaaaah it's raining pressie~ Mum bought me a brand new amp and a brand new guitar cable, and haha my luck was on its highest range yesterday, i got that damn stringer that i wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280037179616790082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SUZ11wvqBkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/vk9OrYCO4pY/s400/IMG_9735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Geeeee i wonder... did Santa purposely put it there for me cause i've been such a really-really good behaving decent boy *halo glows above head* or God is trying to show how being fated towards something can be wonderful...but can also be harsh and ugly sometimes..... For Saufi's case, he's probably thanking ants, rocks, the ocean, mice, cockroaches etc not forgetting God due the rising level of happiness. Take good care of your girl dude, surely i am jealous but hey, I've got my chances, heh. Well at least i know i'm happy with what i have now. I'm happy for you boy. Well since i hooked the both of you up, you know you owe me a little something something *wink* =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and yeah, i did helped Santa pack porno tapes for xmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279685451419901810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SUU18fGuX3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/mSLtpixlTa0/s400/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;...i'm just kidding haha, it's a job offer i got last friday. Had to pack tons of tapes into boxes like how it's shown in the picture and not only that, tapes have to be organized according to their genre, series and labels... wtf-else there is to be done that has anything to do with organizing and arranging, all that has to be done.. Like f*** it is, it was tiring and fun and the same time. It was only fun because Ad and Hazreel himself was there too. Picture me working alone in a room full of bloody tapes and boxes surrounding me...god oh god would'nt it be great -___-".....creepy and snoozy...you'll end up seeing me inside a box breathless with a tape shoved into my mouth. Thats' only 5 out of 1000 tapes that are visible from the very view of the picture taken. Not exactly 1000, i'm just having and overview of the freaky number of tapes on my mind. Ignore the good looking kid there, he's just doing his thang~ being funky-chunky cute and sexaay... XD hahaaaargh ok shuuush. Thanks to his aunt for the job offer and thanks to Hazreel for the consideration of mua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh what the heck,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THANK YOU,&lt;/span&gt; THE UNIVERSE&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-4203590551281519841?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4203590551281519841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=4203590551281519841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4203590551281519841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4203590551281519841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-santathank-god.html' title='Thank Santa?...thank God?'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SUZ11wvqBkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/vk9OrYCO4pY/s72-c/IMG_9735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-4876812594990382231</id><published>2008-12-12T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:18:02.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 26)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I survived my chest pain! I'm still alive! Thank god! Giving me a chance to live longer.... I know why... god wants me to buy myself a guitar tmr nyahaha, SALE SALE SAAAAALE~!!! 50% SALE!#$%^-^..... But damn it if i'm lucky, the one i really want will still be there shining bright like the lights from heaven waiting for me, and when i touch it i'll have a glimpes of heaven with a halo on my head heh. I just have this bad feeling that it won't be there cause you know how kiasu Singaporeans are. Though they don't really need it, they'll still buy for the sake of saticfaction that others won't get what they want. Oh well... cross my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like a motha f***ing rockstar, i've been endorsed by Fadhil, Fuzzy and a friend of Superboy before and was able to perform all the past gigs. Thank you people, thank you so much i appreciate it damn lots, high 5 =). And tmr, i'm one step closer to being a pro. I'm ready to go pro haha yeaaa~*inside joke* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;To Hazreel and Saufi, there's another reason to why god gave me the chance to continue life..... 'to smile wide while i'm asleep... much more longer' nyeh heh heh heeeee..... you know...i know...we know..... But hey, no hopes, no goals no nothing... just a breeze of fresh air for me to breathe in to clear my lungs from the pollution of the past. UKWIM. Amsy is feeling glorious and 1/4 sexy, bless my lads and ladys, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-4876812594990382231?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4876812594990382231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=4876812594990382231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4876812594990382231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4876812594990382231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 26)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-83442697604554820</id><published>2008-12-04T14:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:22:56.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i dying? am i?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought i was going to die last night when i went to bed. Been having chest pain for 2 days now and last night, i had my worst. I could'nt sleep, i could'nt breathe properly... It's as if my lungs were being crushed from both front and back of my body by a titanium thrash crusher or whatever they call it. When i cough...it hurts, when i sneeze it fucking hurts..., and i can barely breathe especially breathing in. Am i dying? am i?! I could'nt even force myself off bed this morning to get to school. I had LP filming project to do today and i failed to come and get it done. Not to mention a test paper oh god!#$%... Oh well i guess i'll just, rest for today. I just think maybe i'm handling too much stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what's wrong me, is my heart failing? or my lungs are being polluted for being a passive smoker? or maybe it's happening because of the childhood accident when i hit and hurt my chest ribs dang hard that i could'nt breathe for quite a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well i just read this over the internet and it just got me worried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Passive smoking, also known as secondhand smoking is responsible for heart diseases, cancer and even death in people hence you should try to avoid passive smoking by... Passive smoking means the smoke in the ambience exhaled from the lungs of the smoker or the smoke that comes from a person’s burning end of cigarette.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm not blaming my lads for smoking around me, but how i wish they could stop smoking. I don't hate them, i love them all. It's just that... how i wish they could control their smoking habits. Or it's bye bye to me sooner than them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-83442697604554820?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/83442697604554820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=83442697604554820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/83442697604554820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/83442697604554820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/12/cross-me-heart-crush-me-ribs-and-not.html' title='Am i dying? am i?!'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-5140275930212254462</id><published>2008-11-25T19:25:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:12:10.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh... yesterday i was left aside, today i'm being called stupid and to be as similar as a fucking jerk. Oh... i so did'nt ask for any of this multiplying bad memories by days, months or almost a year now to happen, but the chapters read by god that's happening now was only done by you... your highness/pretty -pretty decent princess fuck. Oh... why can't you let your "mean and misleading" ex-boy live a life of his own at that deep dark abyss you threw him into and not bringing him up to the land full of plastic faces, bullshit lovey-dovey-pity-pity fucking sympathy. Oh... are you living such a sad life that it's soo "interesting" you have to share with your ex-boy?. Oh... when i was nice you never appretiate it and now that i'm mean, you still can't accept it. Oh when are you going to learn to stop and think about love, lies, life and loyalty? Oh... i guess only god knows. Oh...god, take care of her and bring her happines would you? and brighten up her path for she can see and choose the right route to walk on and have a clear view of what she really wants and going to get. Oh... i pray to you. Oh... if it is to be left unanswered, Mitch from Suicide Silence shall sing you a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't call me stupid cause i ain't it, well if you still want me to accept that i'm stupid... well at least i can think of what i want and dont go around hoping for girls to like me and desperately seek for attention all around and when one clicks eye, i'll exchange numbers and talk everyday and night and blog about how i miss this one girl... the warmth and care she gives to me blablablaBLA. Or maybe after knowing for 3 months or LESS, me and the sweet, cute and super-duper hot girl can go to the beach while my father is dying at home or in the hospital and cuddle with the girl instead of being beside my DYING father crying and hoping for things to get better and pray that DADDY won't have to die and leave me. If i were to be a girl, i would at least think that i'm being an ass bitch not only towards me ex-boy but towards my dad or worst my family. Clear enough for you, lord of decenity? If it's hard to understand my english cause i'm STUPID, i'm good at translating to dumb, goo goo gaga!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why am i being mean now? Oh...i'm sure you know why. Why can't you just forget me? Memories of me still lingering around your head? Is that my problem? Forget about planting seeds together, i would at least find a better gardener than you are...Just so you know, you're not the only girl on earth that i can talk to or maybe be with. The only reason i did asked for forgiveness before and forgive you is because i thought that maybe you've changed into a better person and was hoping for another chance to write in a thick book filling it up with new stories of a new beginning. My fears of losing a girl like you is gone. I see nothing in you anymore. So at least i'm glad to know that i've got no problems in forgetting you anymore. I'm fucking happy with my fellow lads and ladies who are always there for me. At least they respect me. At least they know how to appretiate me and knows how to take care of my feelings. I don't need a girl to make me happy. I don't need to ask for a girl's number to make myself feel good. I don't need to change my personality to fit in with any of my friends. Never meant to call you an easy girl or a bitch but seriously for once think of what i said and look at what you're becoming. I'm not sorry for being a jerk ass mean monster this time round. Seriously i don't care of what you're going to do, just don't drag me into your world. A world full of unknown paths. I have my own path and things are going as smooth as an angel's silk bed sheet. Feels like heaven...booyargh.&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/3943224630119201259-5140275930212254462?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5140275930212254462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=5140275930212254462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5140275930212254462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5140275930212254462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh.html' title='Oh...'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-629841174436164295</id><published>2008-11-24T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:49:51.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 25)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dang it we did'nt make it to the finals gargh! Well like i said, it's a dang tough competition. Salutes to those bands that made it to the finals and good luck to the future winner battling with other bands all around asia in hong kong =). Kinda disappointed though but there's always next time and anyways, CJ is looking forward to another project nyahaha so stay tuned if you're curious about it nyehehe =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently having tons of school projects yet to be done and already struggling on one like a drowning sea turtle... ok wait can a sea turtle ever drown or can it not?? hmm maybe i guess. NYAH! hehe oh yeah you people know how it feels when you want to rest but there are things to be done. Tell me about it, feels like losing a pet ant and you just can't find it cause it's too small and hard to see. In the end you found it splat dead under your feet...ok seriously there's no link and makes no sense at all. If a whale could possibly walk on land , it would have probably be at my door step now waiting for me, ready to give me a 1 gigaton tail whip with flaming spikes all around its tail and making sure i'll turn into a PSP.....the slim one..........with lots of games in it and movies not forgetting songs that i love too. -___-??? Gargh i wanna modify my PSP. I want to be a PSP pirate and get all games at $0. Free of charge and not go to jail or get fined for it. Would'nt want that to happen would'nt i? hee hee hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaargh i'm tired! Project fraking sarks!..... but i'm gonna do it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PROJECT TIME.&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/3943224630119201259-629841174436164295?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/629841174436164295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=629841174436164295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/629841174436164295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/629841174436164295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling_24.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 25)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-5992845442625663896</id><published>2008-11-22T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:27:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 24)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Argh shoots...no pictures from Asian Beats audition early today but hey we had fun on stage with an awesome set, but only that the soundman was'nt much of a pro on handling his job. Gargh to hell with it. Yeah CJ had a great experience auditioning with many other great bands from the local scene. Very tough competition i must say. Lots of awesomely tight bands and we're really hoping to at least get into the finals. Well fingers crossed... Lets tighten up the screws... making sure it aint loose... oh please don't make any sound of a goose... cause we really dont wanna lose..........oqay whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well i'm just really tired right now and not quite in the mood for tears or laughters. Amsy is in a blank and pure mood... Oh and yeah i love you... Yes you know who you are... You're all that i think of when i'm at peace on bed at night with the surrounding so dark yet creepy but with the soothing sound of the moving fan...it makes me... aaah i just cant find the perfect word for it... Yup, i love you pillow... and so i shall hug you right after i shut down this computer and get to bed... ok stop it hehe good night pablos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-5992845442625663896?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5992845442625663896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=5992845442625663896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5992845442625663896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5992845442625663896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 24)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-2712895477211313862</id><published>2008-11-17T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:03:33.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alright...i'm ok. Yeah don't worry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm done, i'm done, i'm done with nonsense all around me. Too lazy to handle problems that will only continue to exist in this fucking life despite hoping for it to end. Oh what have i done to deserve such silly tale. The bonding that fades so quickly nowadays. The words of unwritten diary at heart. Lies, fucking bullshit trust fuck fuck fuck! Putting up mask before meeting up with one another. Hatred kept in pocket. Broken promises by some and temporary love to cover up loneliness. Misunderstanding situations which leads to an endless rain of astroids. Whatever you say, it just wont stop coming...never ever. Oh sometimes i just wish i'm those badass demonoid homos who wont give a damn fuck about life. Who wont even care about no fucking one!. Why would i have to care?? In the end all i get is nothing but only apologies and more of it and yet another and another... heart breaking chapter of a story. Oh yeah it's part of life yeah sure. Might as well name it hell instead of life. Oh well... be a fucking ass to assholes from now on. In the end you know what you gonna get. But what if they happen to change into a better person? oh trust me they're just saying it. They don't really think of your feelings but only what they feel. Are those what you call friends or maybe your love ones? Oh fuck hell no. They only cover up their back and let you perish in the meteor shower. Perish...PERISH! DIE! DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-2712895477211313862?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2712895477211313862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=2712895477211313862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2712895477211313862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2712895477211313862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-alrightim-ok-yeah-dont-worry.html' title='I&apos;m alright...i&apos;m ok. Yeah don&apos;t worry.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-1735967598399968599</id><published>2008-11-17T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:50:22.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushing diamonds like tin can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tired, frustration, imune, braindrill.... I just can't go on with life like this. Hoping for a better tomorrow, but ending up getting it worst. Praying for peace and harmony, ending up getting a new age war of sillyness. Bundle of joys and laughters just went poof for a bucket full of reality ignorance. Lack of sense and brutal efforts for happiness. Lost at mind equally the same as being lost souls. Fading love for one another. Fading colour for a beautiful picture. What bullshit is taking up in life. What greatness there is left for a homo to live with.&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/3943224630119201259-1735967598399968599?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1735967598399968599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=1735967598399968599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1735967598399968599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1735967598399968599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/11/crushing-diamonds-like-tin-can.html' title='Crushing diamonds like tin can.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-1349263719576683755</id><published>2008-11-11T00:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:04:32.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shivers down my spine. Neither a ghost nor a demon fear at mind. But only the remains of love which i used to harvest. After for so long i stopped pampering the soil for a living joy, the rain kept on coming which makes no change even though i've stopped watering it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dreamt of the past. Kept asking myself why. Maybe it's telling me something? Maybe it's just another dream. But why not Catherine or Avril? -___-" Oh yeah, because we don't even know each other at all. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The mistakes happened then...from what i think it's something to learn from, but something's telling me not to turn back, but those dreams... *sigh* i'm blued. A friend told me that maybe it's just a naive tale. Chance... I longed with that word for almost 7 months but things only appeared damn sour for me. God help me...what will i gain if i fill that empty slot...in that hollow heart... and an empty mind. Will the soil pampered by my very ownself be neglected again? Or will the grass grow greener than ever before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The soil is cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;If i were to plant seeds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;...would you help me and look at it grow...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;...or are you going to let me watch it grow alone...?&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/3943224630119201259-1349263719576683755?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1349263719576683755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=1349263719576683755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1349263719576683755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1349263719576683755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/11/abandoned-field.html' title='Abandoned Field'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-6014720250557376557</id><published>2008-11-05T14:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:38:11.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antibiotic against Bacteria and Virus (Scene in my body)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 ON 1, WHO IS GOING TO WIN? STAY TUNED AND WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK AFTER THE BREAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;*After the break*... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;OUCH!, a backflip kick was given by Virus to Antibiotic right in the face and dropped on to the canvas. Bacteria went to the top of the rope and... OH! MY ****ING GOD, Bacteria gave Antibiotic and BIG MEGA-ULTIMATE SLAM and i don't think Antibiotic can continue after that wonder slam by Bacteria. Antibiotic is running out of juice and from the looks of it, i think we're going to see a knock-out today and the crowds are cheering for Antibiotic and giving it an extra boost of help like how "Captain Planet" was being summoned by his fellow lads with those mighty magical rings, Earth, Fire, Wind, Water and Heart...GOoooooOO ANTIBIOTIC!. With all the powers combined, Antibiotic got up from that canvas floor and gave Virus a Japanese Dragon Kungfu style YOGA FLAME with a maximum blast of SOLAR BEAM and a VINE WHIP stranggle to the neck tossing Virus up, down and all around. Bacteria got all frighten after looking at such divine power which can really inflict a brutal and deadly blow..... may cause a tragic death. Bacteria flee like a coward jerk with no balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so did the readers of Amsy's blog due to the fact that he's been talking bullshit since the day he started blogging untill now -___-". Aaaah yes haha. I'm, sick alright. Havent been to school for 3 days straight now and i feel like a bloody high ranked slacker. Oh gosh what am i becoming hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nose is blocked, throat is itching and my head gained tons of pounds. Not forgetting the body aches and tasteless buds. Ok maybe i can taste just abit hehe. Lola and Superboy are also sick, well who's to be blame? we all fell sick at the same time, date and year. Ok hush it Amsy you're sick so act sick would you? Amsy said: K.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My left elbow is hurting...previously it was the right during the day CJ performed for Tapestry. Guess i'll be wearing an elbow guard again. I think i 'm being voodoo-ed by some witchdoctor or maybe...just maybe... Avril, because she got to know that now i'm in contact with Catherine Z Jones...hmm HARGH HAHA shiets. When things are going smooth and my life is turning from sour to sweet, bitter will always hitch along. Dang it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-6014720250557376557?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6014720250557376557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=6014720250557376557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/6014720250557376557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/6014720250557376557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/11/antibiotic-against-bacteria-and-virus.html' title='Antibiotic against Bacteria and Virus (Scene in my body)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-3516205095026381374</id><published>2008-11-02T23:11:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:13:29.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh gawd i've been consuming too much nutrients, fibres and proteins...not growing fat though but gosh i just feel happily unhealthy garhaha. Filled my tummy with tons of goodies last weekend and this weekend..... i mean, it's lika a weekend routine for me. To satisfy belly-luna(my tummy) -___-" haha haa~. Oh wtf, as long as i'm happy and feels like i'm glowing like the light from heaven, i guess there's no wrong to anything i do or did now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways..... went to this korean restaurant with my family yesterday and gosh i ate alot of meat. Imagine the number of cows, lambs and chickens not forgetting fishes have been slaughtered, killed and what other ways there is to put a smile on my face and to stop the growling in me tummy and for the existance of mankind. So homos, be ready to have a little taste of hell nyehehe wokay just ignore my ultimate lameness. I'm just high after having sushi and Sakae this afternoon with Superboy, Lola and 'I feel naked without my cap' boy hehe heeeee~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3VTk6Pp1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/07iEPovlTsU/s1600-h/1_714378894l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264098071768180562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3VTk6Pp1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/07iEPovlTsU/s400/1_714378894l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so people call me Amsytaro now.....because i just had sushi for lunch..... wtf Amsy wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3VTWj3v_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hBZOz0a-xnc/s1600-h/1_390822656l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264098067916242930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3VTWj3v_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hBZOz0a-xnc/s400/1_390822656l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;That pathetic looking japanese made chicken and egg with mayonaise thingy which happens to be food is the best thing you can ever taste comparing with all the baby foods around the world garhaha. It's farking nice but not as nice as .... heh heh heh. It has a taste of divinity. Cheers to that bloody piece of awesomely delicious tummy filler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3VTOVdaVI/AAAAAAAAAUU/h5PaKmLIEEk/s1600-h/1_235872576l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264098065708312914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3VTOVdaVI/AAAAAAAAAUU/h5PaKmLIEEk/s400/1_235872576l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;They think they're cute. Smack them with a boot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3VS2gGY8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/p1j5P2R00fc/s1600-h/1_132152180l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264098059310490562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3VS2gGY8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/p1j5P2R00fc/s400/1_132152180l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;They think they're hot. They meant not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay..... there are many more photos but yeah, as usual i only picked only some. Yeah i'm too lazy which is why i'm lazy and lazyness keeps a girl away and so i'm saying, who FUCKING CARES!? nyeheheh. Chill i'm just being wtf-ly wtf...err oooookay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And after that, we headed to Nabins to throw Napkins in a Bin..... Gargh ok seriously i'm so tired and i can fall asleep having my head landed on my keyboard right now. Oh well just a few more typings and pictures and i'm done. Yeah, went for sheesha and slacked with a basket of fries and 2 bowl of mushroom soups. When slackers slacks, they can be very loud and sometimes very quiet when brains are empty but only full of dreams and desires. Ok shits i think i can never suck on'em sheesha again cause you see, the smokes are taking over my brain cells and see what happens when you put Sheeha and Amsyar together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264107990933148786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3eU8rdlHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/y5t37-yHVk0/s400/1_569742099l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the amount of kodak brutality that Amsy give's when he's high on something. Well it can be much worst than that. Lets pray it won't happen shall we. Amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-___-?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaah yes did i mention Chris Brown was there too? Dang it Lola got a chance to take a bloody picture with him. Whatever to you Lola~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264110876298780594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3g85gPH7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/ip0zoglsAjs/s400/1_873056193l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264110238290187458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3gXwvIlMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8Z7qnP5m_KM/s400/1_621911395l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHA!~ Yeah i know, it's more like Hash-Brown..... Shiets haha i'm just playing lads, just playing heh. But whatever it is...i'm just saying ok, girls out there...you'll have your chance. Nyahaha ok come slap me on my forehead and knock me out grr~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3iNkqnHMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/OgZsJ4fG2iw/s1600-h/1_822766170l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264112262274555074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3iNkqnHMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/OgZsJ4fG2iw/s400/1_822766170l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We were playing some maths game, 3+3=?. Ok wait, was it a math game or was i trying to copy Matt Hardy from that wrestling bullshit? Oh wtf just go with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3iNj-mWnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/9eLFsrGTF_I/s1600-h/1_416612363l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264112262089955954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3iNj-mWnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/9eLFsrGTF_I/s400/1_416612363l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now you know why they call me Dark Knight. -___-???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3iNd4tXQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HVN7GvlQrQA/s1600-h/1_363182063l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264112260454636802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3iNd4tXQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HVN7GvlQrQA/s400/1_363182063l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; Again...never put Sheesha and Amsyar together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264112269787804402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3iOAp6MvI/AAAAAAAAAVk/rpmlGacReDA/s400/1_740384143l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Super father, Over grown baby boy, Gay-pimp-transdaughter(CONFUSE), Mrs father aka hot momma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAPPY FAMILY. Buy them cards, in stores now. Grab them hurry!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaargh i am so talking crap from the start till the end. Yeah... sure... yeah... come and BEAT ME UP CAUSE I'M JUICED UP, or maybe feed me with tons of egg tarts with apple sauce till i choke and die to the awesomeness of it. Tee hee hee~. Good night computer, homos, darlings all around the world, Catherine-Zeta Jones(Sorry Avril *giving a cute symphatetic face like Puss in boots in the movie Shrek and the beanstock -___-???...yeah Shrek*) and goodnight EARTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-3516205095026381374?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3516205095026381374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=3516205095026381374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3516205095026381374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3516205095026381374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloated.html' title='Bloated'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SQ3VTk6Pp1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/07iEPovlTsU/s72-c/1_714378894l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-4838916045535851552</id><published>2008-10-27T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:01:47.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 20th Birthday Yani!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes and yet another girl grown abit older. Yeah though i've only known you for a few months now but still you were dang friendly as a puppy. Making you laugh is like stealing rambutan from an ant. -___-? K whatever. haha. But seriously, it's like as though laughing gas is hanging on to your nose getting ready to get into your lungs when you're not laughing garhaha. I think you get what i mean. Your laughter can make people laugh and their laughter can make other people laugh and those other people's laughing can make me feel like i wanna smack my own face cause i'm repeating shits over and over again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;A really happy birthday to you grid girl(yeah right)*looks away like a dumb blonde bitch and curls hair with finger* and best of luck to your missions, targets and what more you are thinking of and don't be a centi,milli,metre or whatever length of that creepy crawly mother farken pede*inside joke* haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so here it goes, 1..........2.....3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250280868908239666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SNy-ohJOCzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eNlzmdxHJkc/s400/yani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; GRID-GIRL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-4838916045535851552?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4838916045535851552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=4838916045535851552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4838916045535851552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4838916045535851552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-20th-birthday-yani.html' title='Happy 20th Birthday Yani!'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SNy-ohJOCzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eNlzmdxHJkc/s72-c/yani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-1144035588119580787</id><published>2008-10-26T14:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:21:27.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 23)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So tired..... yet so satisfying. Had an anniversary celebration dinner at Sakura 2 days back. Aaah man i stuffed myself till near death hehe. Had sushi, western, and more western and even more western and not forgetting tons of ice cream nyahaha. Those OT love birds, so cute.... haha. Not me or my parents, it's my dad's friend's anniversary heh. Well Amsy is a bloody loner, why would he want to celebrate anniversary? With Mefitty? garhaha if only she's a human girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha oh and yeah... CJ has recorded a new song and have also been uploaded on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wearecrackerjack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;www.myspace.com/wearecrackerjack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;. So go and check it out and enjoy if you're so dang curious hehe =). Had fun recording like a cute little baby Amsy having mayonaise mixed with cocoa on a triple layered bread -___- ??? huhuhuu~. Well if you you people out there want to check us out live in the near future, there's still hope cause we're young and not dying any sooner heh heh heh. Stay tuned, stay away from drugs and stay loyal to CJ garghaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And after recording yesterday, Saufi, Dan, Hazreel and me went to Yani's bbq pit birthday party. Thank you grid girl for the foods and all nyehee, the foods were lip smacking delicious. Stayed the whole night by the beach like a bunch of walrus waiting for the grass to grow....ok wait why would walrus want to wait for the grass to grow??? hmm it's a mystery even i, Amsy The Legend cannot solve nyahaha ok zip it bitch. Thought of staying up to share shitty jokes around the whole night but was too tired to continue the journey called, staying awake garhaha. Well my alarm clock was an A380 AIRBUS, it flew above us and i was like omgaaaaawd..... that is so magical... a gigantornomous piece of metal with wings is actually flying...above me.... heheee. Haaaaah seriously i'm still feeling exhausted now but nyeh everything was worth it. I just got home around 11+ this morning and so here i am updating about shits i did. Not interested? Then don't read... Ok wait, if you've read this part of the sentence, means you've already read everything..... nyahaha too bad haaaaaa haaaaaa. O-kay wokeva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-1144035588119580787?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1144035588119580787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=1144035588119580787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1144035588119580787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1144035588119580787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling_26.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 23)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-3517692770253847734</id><published>2008-10-21T23:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:08:02.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 22)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh hell yeah school was great today. I came during break time and the moment i step foot in school, i was like... where did all these girls came from*doing 'The Rock' eyebrow thingy*, is it christmas? Is it a gift from god? haha. Called my classmate to ask about what's going on in school, they told me there was an extreme sports thingy. Well i did'nt mind garha-ha. It's like a festival in school woohoo~. I did saw bunch of my friends back from secondary school. They've all grown up and i feel so happy for all me growing lads...papa is very happy for you child... nyahaha wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of all things that i enjoyed, was laughing at a dumb-dumb being too anxious about performing and kept dancing to every music the soundman played haha. Kumar and i could'nt stop laughing like !!#$%$?^. I'm talking about 'all by himself' here, the rest of his friends were being cool about everything but only he got all itchy butt. Centipede down his pants maybe? haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And also when there's too many girls around, the risk off detecting bitches is like 95 out of 100 so haa-haa to that. What's worst, is having a bitch dancing on stage... Ultimate Eewness~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did'nt went home straight right after school, went to the airport and took me flight to japan for an interview and meet the fans there nyahaha kidding. Had me tummy filled with Popeye's with Hazreel, Superboy and Grid Girl there. It was finger lickin good, lip smacking delicious, tongue satisfaction and yummy in the tummy..... hehehek. I mean it's almost the same like KFC only that..........it's Popeye's garhaha what am i saying..... -___-? That was like my first meal for the day. I did'nt had breakfast nor did i had any lunch in school, was busy eye-candying heh heh... and Manda will say this: Amsy cheeky~..... haha. Well actually i did'nt feel hungry at all and the canteen was packed with homos...so.....yeah you know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-3517692770253847734?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3517692770253847734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=3517692770253847734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3517692770253847734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3517692770253847734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling_21.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 22)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-5510973775427542315</id><published>2008-10-19T15:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:58:25.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plug it in and so lets go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Awesome day yesterday, supportive crowd and had great moments and laughters on stage. Those who were there, they'll know what i mean heh. Thanks to all those lads who came down to support. Cheers and here's a video with the latest composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=44839655"&gt;Lion City Gang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=44839655,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=44839655,t=1,mt=video" height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And to those who missed CJ's previous gig, do come down to our next gig at Music Garage on the 15 November 2008. Contact us for more detail or just simply visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wearecrackerjack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.myspace.com/wearecrackerjack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and drop us a msg or something. 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-2451725003396329948</id><published>2008-10-14T21:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:44:09.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace please, pretty pretty please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The wind breeze blowing into my face... that's the kind of peace that i want to taste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heart feeling so light... like looking at the sunshine through the window so bright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a single noise but only the bird's chirping... and no hurricanes for the butterflies to start dancing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Silently growing under a well-built roof... not allowing a single drop of rain through almost bullet proof...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Having a bunch of lads running in my backyard... only smiles, laughters and no fights will ever start...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if there were to be any... not making each other mad or any further angry but only saying sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please oh please why can't there be any peace... for that's one simple thing i want in life to make me happy now oh god please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;A simple prayer i can only say... for the ones i love to stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've lost some before and i'm not risking anymore... like a lame-ass emo kid i'll be dead flat on the floor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is too short to harvest hatred... for death's the one with the date and time of us listed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The only thing i can ever ask for is peace and that is all... relationship and friendship i just can't bare to watch them fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been through too much and lord of pain made me suffer... suffering which only gives you a rather ginormous fucking temper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting ready safety gears not forgetting a helmet... but shiets only the heart is what that's going to hurt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace please, pretty pretty please... wipe the grease off my love ones and put their mind and soul at ease...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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please.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-7928681423490553401</id><published>2008-10-12T15:11:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:12:35.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaaah yes and finally done with all the visiting of relatives here and there all around lion city. May all lads be forgiven and bad deeds be forgotten. And for that, sins are at least half gone haha. Had a hell of a time spending most of the time with my family. It's like a rare event for me to see everyone smile and laugh at random jokes. Oh well i have tons of pics to show, i'm just too lazy to post them all so i picked out of random. So these are my lovely lads enjoying raya with a wide smile on the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travelling long distance was a "no-problem" situation for us. My aunt has a van that can fit a baby elephant chopped into pieces. nyehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256171243134127538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGr5bGiDbI/AAAAAAAAASc/qT-xXcPlPsE/s400/raya+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aww and now they're happily engaged. I'm that's all left aside for my parents to nag at haha shiets~... Damn you sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGo8aa-D_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/r08oTaUyXuQ/s1600-h/raya+2008+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256167995956137970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGo8aa-D_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/r08oTaUyXuQ/s400/raya+2008+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aww and this little girl's waiting for her turn to get a BF and be happy like my sister haha. Not the time yet girl, You still have a long and far, narrow or not i don't know journey heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256167994231383090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGo8T_wZDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pQD-uvxLKF4/s400/raya+2008+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGpisHw_cI/AAAAAAAAARM/UCnl1ueJV0c/s1600-h/raya+2008+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256168653542456770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGpisHw_cI/AAAAAAAAARM/UCnl1ueJV0c/s400/raya+2008+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh look they found a nude baby in one of those packet money nyahaha -___-".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGpilAqFJI/AAAAAAAAARU/FRXsvPD-yAQ/s1600-h/raya+2008+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256168651633595538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGpilAqFJI/AAAAAAAAARU/FRXsvPD-yAQ/s400/raya+2008+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256168657474859794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGpi6xUsxI/AAAAAAAAARc/TVkk8GFoQfk/s400/raya+2008+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girls will be girls with their, cam whore moment.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGpjJWwtaI/AAAAAAAAARk/WqdkgUsOzj8/s1600-h/raya+2008+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256168661389981090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGpjJWwtaI/AAAAAAAAARk/WqdkgUsOzj8/s400/raya+2008+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And kids will be kids with their, " i can't wait to count how much money did i get today".....hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGpjBA6_PI/AAAAAAAAARs/Ttj-hGNShPI/s1600-h/raya+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256168659150896370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGpjBA6_PI/AAAAAAAAARs/Ttj-hGNShPI/s400/raya+2008+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGqKrlPVnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/x0zQMQUea8Y/s1600-h/raya+2008+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256169340592412274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGqKrlPVnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/x0zQMQUea8Y/s400/raya+2008+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGqKn-wa8I/AAAAAAAAASE/2NdxG8Ajsxo/s1600-h/DSC00895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256169339625696194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGqKn-wa8I/AAAAAAAAASE/2NdxG8Ajsxo/s400/DSC00895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGqKoe4uqI/AAAAAAAAASM/ISEywUW8EeQ/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256169339760458402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGqKoe4uqI/AAAAAAAAASM/ISEywUW8EeQ/s400/DSC00897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGqK__cGrI/AAAAAAAAASU/0Twn6Zby1kU/s1600-h/DSC00899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256169346071009970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGqK__cGrI/AAAAAAAAASU/0Twn6Zby1kU/s400/DSC00899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGr5cqaKvI/AAAAAAAAASk/Bb0e6VTfHUA/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256171243553041138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGr5cqaKvI/AAAAAAAAASk/Bb0e6VTfHUA/s400/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGr5RuOABI/AAAAAAAAASs/n5259tDLf9Y/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256171240616230930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGr5RuOABI/AAAAAAAAASs/n5259tDLf9Y/s400/DSC00912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite my age, i still get those goodies... Oh hell yeah to that tee hee hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256169340652754802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGqKrzoF3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/lHRekFTglY8/s400/raya+2008+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGo8i1-AzI/AAAAAAAAARE/dh4p7yIvkVc/s1600-h/DSC00917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256167998216864562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGo8i1-AzI/AAAAAAAAARE/dh4p7yIvkVc/s400/DSC00917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGwuxcNE4I/AAAAAAAAAS0/UF41qW3zca4/s1600-h/2nd+day+raya+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256176557710185346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGwuxcNE4I/AAAAAAAAAS0/UF41qW3zca4/s400/2nd+day+raya+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Seriously they made me feel like i'm not important...grr fine i'll only excuse them homos cause there ain't no others to take the bloody photo. hurhur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGwu6ELNxI/AAAAAAAAAS8/acE6wdp02tQ/s1600-h/2nd+day+raya+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256176560025319186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGwu6ELNxI/AAAAAAAAAS8/acE6wdp02tQ/s400/2nd+day+raya+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eat it! eat it! EAT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGwvY2msJI/AAAAAAAAATE/NMLoRyegpiU/s1600-h/2nd+day+raya+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256176568289898642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGwvY2msJI/AAAAAAAAATE/NMLoRyegpiU/s400/2nd+day+raya+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGwvbFtqnI/AAAAAAAAATM/kMC0fk4zFDI/s1600-h/2nd+day+raya+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256176568890141298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGwvbFtqnI/AAAAAAAAATM/kMC0fk4zFDI/s400/2nd+day+raya+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And as usual, more and more little rascals and brats are brought to life by actions of their parents*raise eyebrow* to continue the work of older and dying homos. Gosh i'm so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGwvTvrgjI/AAAAAAAAATU/aJF5wwhQzjc/s1600-h/2nd+day+raya+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256176566918677042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGwvTvrgjI/AAAAAAAAATU/aJF5wwhQzjc/s400/2nd+day+raya+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256179303434641378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGzOmD7X-I/AAAAAAAAATc/QMAKHGqK6AY/s400/2nd+day+raya+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aww the baby is soo cute~ "Guys don't bother about that person who's about to take a picture" Aww the baby is soo cute~ AWWWWW.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPMsCyDhVrI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xHSqT2_vKU8/s1600-h/pic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256593616379401906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPMsCyDhVrI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xHSqT2_vKU8/s400/pic7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPMsDHk0YqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/0KM0otPgS_4/s1600-h/pic11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256593622156206754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPMsDHk0YqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/0KM0otPgS_4/s400/pic11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;AWWWWWESOME celebration this year but to be honest i was'nt looking forward for Hari Raya during ramadhan or before it, but yeah i tried to enjoy Hari Raya like how i did before when i was much younger and not as cute as now -___-". Garhahaha so there you go, Amsy's Hari Raya moments with his lovely homie lads. Don't quite have pictures of me and many other of my friends though but nyeh it's fine. Sorry to those who i could'nt see, meet or hangout with cause i'm just packed with lies and shits in me. Harghargh kidding, i was like, stuck in the middle of tons of parties and it really turned me into a jerk for...i don't know what. So..... yeah... sorry. Hate me if you want to cause i don't give a damn about any little chips or potatoes anymore. Too lazy to even care. I'm furious. I'm dangerous. Yet again, do not i repeat do not mess with the great Amsy haha -___-". BOO! Scares you. See ya'll around love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;xo♥xo♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-7928681423490553401?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7928681423490553401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=7928681423490553401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7928681423490553401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7928681423490553401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-2008.html' title='Hari Raya 2008'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SPGr5bGiDbI/AAAAAAAAASc/qT-xXcPlPsE/s72-c/raya+2008+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-4016767694328792273</id><published>2008-10-07T01:43:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T03:13:15.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 21)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gargh, Amsy is so damn exhausted gnarly gnarly gnarly grr... I had to help my lil'cousin with her croc shoe design thought it would be fun to but nyeh i thought wrong. It's a design competition she signed up a month ago. Stayed up untill 6am yesterday and not realising that i've got plans early that day. Tried to get inspirations but all i could only think of was japanese art and graphic shits haha after watching Miami, London and L.A farking INK. Well i'm not a pro but i think i'm good enough to impress a.......... 10 year old kid nyehehe. Just imagined myself in the art room back in secondary school haha but only that there are no nagging from teachers or distractions. Only the black and silver permanent marker, the fan, the table, papers, left side of a purple croc shoe, me, my brain, my hand, my eyes...kay you get the point -___-". Too bad i did'nt think of taking pictures before i start drawing on the shoe. Well if you think i'm being a cheap ass who's a pathetic liar and trying to act as if i'm good at art so be it. I did'nt say my design was great or excellent or mighty or godly or whatever the !?~#$%&amp;amp; nyehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254108388535569634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SOpXve4QDOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xinpBTDUQ_s/s400/IMG_9300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So basically everything was plain purple. The idea is to just have fun designing on it. Based on what i experienced, there was no fun at all but only the feeling of uninspired satisfaction in the end hehe. To think of it, i could have just drew an apple and head to bed early but no~, Amsy wanted everything to look nice and artistc garhaha -___-". Well i have this mindset, if you want to do something, do it properly and give it your all, so in the end you don't feel like you're living on earth with such a lorry full of junky reasons or feel wasted or... you just simply can't do anything right or close to awesomeness. Which makes you a farking LOSER~. Hahaha i don't know what i am talking about but i feel like it all makes sense. Oh well hehe. After the brainstorming or should i say brain jucing to think of what, why, when, who, how and more, this is the outcome that i got in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254109026772410226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SOpYUofxX3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/vN9urozLhHg/s320/IMG_9294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254108833068873330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SOpYJW5P9nI/AAAAAAAAAPc/szc0zGa_8Ss/s320/IMG_9280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254108554399541250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SOpX5IxTaAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5c5XkfCIIXs/s400/IMG_9297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah i'm satisfied with how it turned out to look like. Just glad it did'nt turn out retarded like..... some retarded thingy tee hee hee~ =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and yarh i had only 5-6 hours of sleep only =( ..... Then i went out with me CJ lads. Speaking of competition and CJ, we signed up for the asian beat competition and the audition is on the 22nd November 2008, it'll be held at Tampines Mall, 1pm. There's an open area at the last floor with a pathetic "bushman-made of wood" stage(i think haha), you should know where it is cause that's where Bruce Lee died..... ok ok that was random gargh. So yeah do come and watch us loonatics at the audition and support us by feeding us ripple and chocolate chips ice cream..... -___-??? haha. Be there and i'll pay for us to watch a movie after it. Ok no, im kidding hehe. Hehehe=).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lastly, CJ's gig on the 18th October 2008 at the Arts House Playden. Come on lads, tickets are selling "fast", grab them while you can gagagaga~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wokay i am starting to feel alittle bit drowzy now and i shall go to bed right away. Cheers pablos! Night... and out.&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/3943224630119201259-4016767694328792273?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4016767694328792273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=4016767694328792273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4016767694328792273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4016767694328792273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 21)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SOpXve4QDOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xinpBTDUQ_s/s72-c/IMG_9300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-3929252926826621179</id><published>2008-10-05T03:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:23:53.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 20)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaah yesssss..... It's a little late to be blogging but wtf. Well i've been out to visit all my relatives for the past few days. Been sucking in colourful drinks and i feel alittle unhealthy. Just thinking about it makes me feel like going to the toilet and force vomit... i'll be slim, slender and as sexy as those Pussy Cat dumb-dumbs by the end of october i guess haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been great, it's been fun and also quite boring to be sitting... looking at the adults talking about things which i don't really care. And ya, everytime a person look at me they would say "Oh my, look at you all grown up". Like duh~ you expect me to shrink and turn into flubber or something? haha. And usually people don't give money or should i say "money-in-a-packet" to kids who are not schooling and working. So yeah i know i'm big and looks like as though i'm a working lad, but come on if you don't want to give me your stinking money it's fine, there's no need for the act of asking where am i studying at or what-so-ever crappy shits. I know you don't really care about where i'm standing but only your money -___-" sickening homos. Oh whatever it is, at least i get to gobble up the sweets, candies,cakes, snacks or whatever you that has been served nyahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe most of you would be wondering what i had on the last day of ramadhan. Well actually i don't think anyone cares but anyways. Drool to the almighty mega-chicken-rice-zord -___-?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254463499173239714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SOuatpF6G6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/K8NVW2p8k8c/s400/raya+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, looks like it's not a big deal yeah? Well don't judge the taste of the food by its looks you little fried frog seasoned with oyster sauce and garlic~! -___-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254463655536063602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SOua2vltdHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/i_AN5Px-SWs/s400/raya+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;SUGAR+SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE= Heavenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now drool bitch nyahaha. hehe=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sigh* Oh well my eyelids are gaining weight which means i have to go to.....? Bed. And yarh i'll upload pictures of my 'Hari Raya Outing" or whatever people call it when i'm done doing it. Haha cheers lad and good morning. Zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: Seriously drool bitch DROOL~! hahaha just playing...juuust playing.*Guns both hands*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-3929252926826621179?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3929252926826621179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=3929252926826621179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3929252926826621179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3929252926826621179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/10/aaah-yesssss.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 20)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SOuatpF6G6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/K8NVW2p8k8c/s72-c/raya+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-3477236824845911652</id><published>2008-09-29T17:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:54:43.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 19)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaaah yes, breathe in the new atmosphere from the new blogskin that i have now. It took me about 6-7+ hours to edit the forsaken codings, change the fonts, to relink argh and farking lots more and though i can still manage to think just after waking up from me beauty sleep, my brain is still lack of juices and my mind is narrowed. Maybe i accidentally left my mind back in lala land. And now i've lost my mind NYAHAHA... ok that's a terrible joke and really doesnt make any sense. Damn it now i have to go search for it when i get back to sleep nyehehe. Oh look i think i still have my crappy mind, well that counts and quite enough to write an entry with an oomph~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well i had troubles with the codings and so Manda helped me out and now i'm happy nyahaha. Thank you Manda =). I was so into this blogskin editing that i just would'nt even think about going to sleep or even felt sleepy. I slept like around 9- this morning garhaha. Well Manda was suppose to stay away when she suddenly nudged me on msn and went offline. Soon later i got a text saying, "i slp first haha. Gdnight." on 29 September 2008, 4.36am garhaha ok no need for all the details haha. Well details are very important actually, for evidence just incase if anyone or maybe Manda murder me. Detectives will have clues and evidence clearly written on my blog entry harghargh~. To Amsy's haters, i dare ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still havent took a shower yet. Don't know if i want to nyeheh. Just too lazy. I wonder if i can sleep tonight with all the energy i have waking up at around this time. Damn it. Just a couple more hours to break fast and surprisingly i don't feel hungry. Hmm... did i accidentally drank or ate something before i head 2 bed at 9 this morning? garhaha kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well now my house i really packed by homos adding up to my cousins who will be staying here for quite sometime. They sold their house and now still havent find a place to stay -___-". The increasing population in one home can really increase the temperature in the surrounding atmosphere. So yeah i think you get the point. But whatever, i can do nothing about it, it's god's will. I''l just have to bare with it and maybe sweat off my fats with the high temperature and soon you'll see me as thin as a stick insect.....okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-3477236824845911652?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3477236824845911652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=3477236824845911652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3477236824845911652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3477236824845911652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling_29.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 19)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-1255186950228856938</id><published>2008-09-27T17:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:51:44.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Breathing in the sweet melodies and the aura from a godly creative bunch of lads with awesome mind. I salute them with both my hands, fingers and also with the tiny little hairs on it. They make me wanna get jiggy and dance like a horny bastard slut with a pole wearing only boxers and using uncooked prata flour to cover up my sexy nipples. -___-" Argh pure boredom... Talented homos or should i say gifted with the gift of creativity which can put a smile on faces and joy to the people around the world. I love this, bring more of this and i'll die smiling with no regrets in life haha =). Enjoy the video... and you might wanna press the pause button to stop the bg music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wLWhSZ1Uvo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wLWhSZ1Uvo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-1255186950228856938?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1255186950228856938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=1255186950228856938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1255186950228856938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1255186950228856938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/09/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-4633697026636127539</id><published>2008-09-22T00:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:10:43.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 18th Birthday Adlan~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From lvl 0 and now you're big and strong but still young and turning into a hero, i think heh heh. The newage homo... Adlan lvl 18. Now you're strong enough to fight chun-li from street fighters nyahaha. Now that you're a big somebody, be an even better person than before and you shall be respected like how 18 year old kids should be respected. Thank your mum for the life she gave you and your dad too. Without them, there won't be a reincarnation of Pete Doherty but only that this one turn out to be a malay lad nyahah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Glad to have known you after all this years, laughters and tears shed together. Well actually i cry alone haha i mean why would i want to cry with you...erm that would be farkenly gay haha. Maybe one day we try? Cry together k? and then we blog about it k? haha. I love the fact that we can have a never ending lame jokes and i'm proud that we are actually quite bright kids who hangs out with a mouthful of godly reasons. The purpose of our friendship is not all about jokes only but many. I think we are quite enough of a number to bring world peace. But then the world will have no actions and news will only have things like animal documentary to talk about and prolly, the world ends, so yeah it's better to leave the world as it is now haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wtf lets brise and cheers to your special day. I wish you a bright future and that's linked to my bright future too i think nyeheheh. So lad, be happy and forget what's pass and carry on with your newage life. Be sexy but stay classy.....-___-?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248408533250480914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SNYXwPSGGxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rtfsAlxckJk/s400/pete_doherty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoops~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sorry wrong picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248408670272160274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SNYX4NunAhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/4svfUIpK3ng/s400/pete+pirate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ARrr &lt;/span&gt;ME MATEY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-4633697026636127539?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4633697026636127539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=4633697026636127539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4633697026636127539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4633697026636127539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-18th-birthday-adlan.html' title='Happy 18th Birthday Adlan~!'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SNYXwPSGGxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rtfsAlxckJk/s72-c/pete_doherty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-3625864817906630922</id><published>2008-09-21T14:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:35:55.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 18)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wuuuu~ It's a dry season for blog updates here nyeheh oh well. I'm am so handling quite a number of problems now... with friends and families. I think i should visit the infomation counter in heaven to see if my name is listed to be in heaven, if i am... i shall jump out from my window now. Ok wait, i don't think it's a good idea...shits my house is on the first floor -___-". I'll slit my wrist then... but i'm too afraid to do that. Ok fine i'll put 10 tea spoon of salt in my milk and cereal everyday.... and a little bit of bleach. So i'll either die or my organs will turn white... and then i'll die. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's so warm now, again... Maybe it's because of the increasing hatred aura in every single being around me. Why am i being the victim of such moshing riots inner anger. I am so going to get a yoga class to release the tension and be a free spirit. Wait a minute, does the word free spirit means being dead? If yes then, i want... I WANT!*raising up hand and waving it like a loonatic...while drinking strawberry milk*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i want to tell that CJ's system is online... full blast volume check, guitars tuning check, drums tone settings check, mic check... and so lets go. Recording on the 18th of october has been postponed cause we just got a slot to perform on that day. It'll be held at the Arts House Playden and we'll be selling 20 tix. Tickets are sold at 12 bucks each. CJ's slot will be at 7pm. We would be really glad to see you guys supporting CJ whenever even in the near future or in the afterlife garhaha. So catch us with some new materials live this coming day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Crackerjack performing on: 18th October 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time: 7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Venue: The Arts House Playden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tix: $12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;For contacts or flirting nyehehe just drop a message at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wearecrackerjack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.myspace.com/wearecrackerjack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; or if you're too lazy just farken tag on me tagboard. Thank you and we will appreciate that you guys would actually come. Not only us who'd be perofrming but there will be 20 other bands performing on that day. So yeah it's about supporting the local but for the organisers, it's all about the money and profits so yeah together we shall fark that bloody rotten nugget attitude and maybe make a chaotic scene at the gig. Maybe say... we pluck the organiser's eyebrow using chopsticks garhahaha, ok.&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/3943224630119201259-3625864817906630922?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3625864817906630922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=3625864817906630922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3625864817906630922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3625864817906630922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling_21.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 18)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-168701038488425026</id><published>2008-09-17T22:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:56:17.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 17)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello*Low octave*... Hello*Middle octave*... HELLO*High octave*... Well i'm just feeling so random now and the best thing to do is to blog and act as if people care. I know that people don't really care but who cares? I mean i do care about what people care but still who cares if people don't care? What's the point of caring what people have to care about you caring about what all the people cares right? Okay don't bother about Amsy. He ate loads of chocolates and biscuits and now he's feeling hyper after consuming those totally high in fibre, minerals and vitamins snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ding ding ding! Sis just got home and she bought dendeng and kebab,which is roasted meat wrapped in some kind of flat bread thingy -___-???. Whatever it is, i shall be eating'em later yawrhawrhawrhawr!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well i just had an art competition earlier today. Manda signed up for it too. It was fun. An online art competition. The battle of facial expression drawings. Hell yeah it was tough and the pressure was so heavy. My last opponent surprisingly the girl who signed up with me. Yeah..... Manda.....sibuk je... HAHAHA!! Nah i'm just kidding. Manda and i just drew up random funny faces to challange creativity. I gave up the last minute just to give her chance nyehehe but i just drew up something to give a final blow and win before i left to go for a session with CJ haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247007452238232930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SNEdelx8vWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WTazDZ9yQXA/s400/LEPAK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;After looking at it a few times, i find it rather disturbing haha. Well yeah there were more drawings but shits i did'nt have the thoughts of doing it. It looks like Manda though garhahaha jk. Hmm i think with that drawing, i'm good enough to get into Lasalle. Don't you think so? hmm... hahaha fark it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-168701038488425026?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/168701038488425026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=168701038488425026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/168701038488425026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/168701038488425026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling_17.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 17)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SNEdelx8vWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WTazDZ9yQXA/s72-c/LEPAK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-1329823253929705452</id><published>2008-09-17T00:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:55:07.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Homos, growing hormones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see dead people... hehe i mean i see growing kids all around me. I still remember how they look when they were younger. Cute little RASCALS! heh. Now is when everything changes and thoughts are not as narrow as before. But i think some people are still narrow-minded. 'Narrow-minded people says: Whatever jerk~ *with the bitchy head movement.' haha. Well more and more people are growing old and for me it's like counting down to meet death. Oh yeah...well who am i anyway...everyone wants me to be dead ain't that right... 'Amsy kan siapa...'. Garha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia, papa is very happy to see you growing up into a very pretty girl. Papa is also greatful to have you as a daughter. Papa wish you a very happy birthday and give you blessings for whatever you desire. Papa still remember the day papa and mama planned to have you. Ok ok AMSY!!!!! Seriously people are going to smack you goodbye. Oh gawd what was i thinking hahaha. Well i'm just kidding, that might be the things i say if i were to be her father haha. Ok random is joy...K WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that you existed in my era and being one of the bestie i can ever have. I mean there are others too, i'm just saying that you're one of them. One more thing i have to say is that, I still have the video i took on your previous birthday. I think you remember. Well that's how much i appreciate and cherish our friendship. Despite the space it took in my handphone, i still hold on to it to show you that i have a little something to show and maybe laugh about it in the future. I hope it would be one of the best gift you can ever have and again, im not rich to buy you fancy stuffs or what-so-ever, so there you go. A little something which might mean alot  from your lad Amsy to you..... I could'nt upload it cause i don't have any cables to do so... So yeah shitty bangbang to that =(. Yeah sad, but i think i've already told Susi to upload it. It's probably being uploaded on her blog. Happy birthday bff. Have a happy and joyful life ahead. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246673724884819970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SM_t9GgioAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TFdKR-7UD04/s400/l_49be16604508f65068749a21b9af4a1f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-1329823253929705452?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1329823253929705452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=1329823253929705452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1329823253929705452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1329823253929705452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/09/growing-homos-growing-hormones.html' title='Growing Homos, growing hormones.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SM_t9GgioAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TFdKR-7UD04/s72-c/l_49be16604508f65068749a21b9af4a1f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-4577710399082719574</id><published>2008-09-15T15:23:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:24:31.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;If only i can brise as good as a ballet dancer, i would heh. Do it when you're happy or maybe if you happen to be performing on a stage, get a skate scooter and play on it while people are performing haha and also not forgetting to visual yourself up nyeh. This video shows how chaotic can a band be when they are born to be a motha fucking slackers and at the same time gifted. With great talent, comes great responsibility and that is to bring joy to others despite making a fool out of yourself. Well actually, you don't have to make a fool out of yourself to entertain homos haha, that would be totally unnecessary. Maybe in this case, it's what you call rockstars. Just don't go to far, only posers awaits for you in that route.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Straight from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Amsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha wtf, ok i'm just being a lame-ass-jerky-jerk here. Just enjoy the video haha and you might wanna pause the bg music on me profile =). Button is on the bottom right under 'BG MUSIC''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVnHHMlUvL4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVnHHMlUvL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-4577710399082719574?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4577710399082719574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=4577710399082719574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4577710399082719574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4577710399082719574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/09/brise.html' title='Brise'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-2983391642285208507</id><published>2008-09-10T22:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T03:22:41.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy-DEY!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh hell yeah, exams are over and it feels so fuching awechum!*saying with full extent of cuteness*. Hehe i just had my last paper in the afternoon. Now i can rest every single part of my body from head to toe. Time to be a loonatic chimp now and enjoy every single second of time before school starts. Ok what should i do now, or later or maybe later after later or tmr and the day after and the day after it and the week after the week which is going to be next week which is a week before next month. -___-" There... you can see how idiotic-ly excited i am and oh-oh guess what?! Mefitty is not a virgin anymore woohoo!~ ..... .... ... .. . .*bloghopper threw a glass bottle at amsy's head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha ok that was just some random talk. I'm having my holy-dey~ now and yeah meaning, i am totally free for anything, everything, anytime, anywhere, whoever or whatever. I'm on, lads...i'm totally on. To Ame: I'm looking at the time and waiting for a ring on the phone. Heh i think you know what i mean. To CJ: Get a farking gig to ear fark the crowd. To God: I've been fasting since the first day of ramadhan, are you proud of me? hehe ok ok sorry sorry. To SM and Mefitty: I love you so much. To my homies.. you know who you are, make a plan guys. Maybe say... get an air ticket to amsterdam or something? nyeheh. Vegas anyone? Maybe someday haha. Black Nipps, i am so looking forward to another lame ass fiesta, hell yeah to that. Ramadhan, i'm counting down on you and to be frank i kinda like you, you make me feel healthier and lighter and thinner and fitter and... yeah i actually do. Thank you =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry peeps. Amsy have been mumbling to himself. Just feeling happy that all the burden have slipped away from my shoulder and also not forgetting to congrat to my lad Saufi for passing his exams. Congrats doood, ice cream k? haha. So.... yeah, holiday it is and to ya'll, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to those who&lt;/span&gt; are having holidays of course, to those who are not...EAT DIRT NYAHAHARRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-2983391642285208507?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2983391642285208507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=2983391642285208507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2983391642285208507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2983391642285208507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/09/holy-dey.html' title='Holy-DEY!~'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-143342660375219250</id><published>2008-09-09T13:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:55:43.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tmr is going to be my last exam paper and hooray to that! Finally i can rest my head and thoughts for at least awhile after it. Yesterday i had my agm exam and i can say it's quite easy but still i'm just afraid of mistakes. Well it's done now and no point thinking about it. Just look up ahead of me and see what's coming next. Human factor tmr and still havent revised yet because i'm busy writting a post here haha. Ok ok i promise to study after i'm done with this entry okay?! haha. Well maybe i'll take a shower first because i havent done that yet too. I like the smell of myself after bed, the mild odour and the nuttiness scent at the same time sweet smelling haha yea whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good luck to me for tmr and may god bless me with the most blessful blessing among all blessing, hmm -___-?. Tee hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And finally AMANDA is 17 now and i bet she's like "OH FINALLY I'M SEXILY 17 ALREADY LA SEY!! *infront of the mirror talking to her reflection while dancing and drinking strawberry milk *"-___-" haha im kidding. You're a big girl now Manda and your thinking will be much more mature then before. So Amsy, you don't mess with the Manda now cause she is danger and danger is her. Ok wtf. Just 1 more lvl to 18 Manda so... chill and enjoy being a 17 year old kid. Live happy, drugs free, oh gee...i'm Dinie and i am hungry. And again wtf, i wanted to continune the rhyme but argh my head is so narrow due to the emptiness of my tummy hiahaihaihiahiak dush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243907977689357250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SMYahbUC28I/AAAAAAAAAKU/tw5IILs-cUY/s400/l_954ee998463d16bedcb3bafc6dd49758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-143342660375219250?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/143342660375219250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=143342660375219250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/143342660375219250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/143342660375219250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SMYahbUC28I/AAAAAAAAAKU/tw5IILs-cUY/s72-c/l_954ee998463d16bedcb3bafc6dd49758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-5284256420360689674</id><published>2008-09-04T23:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:33:45.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary and the lambs A.K.A The Black Nipps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mary, a 17 year old girl who just turned 18 today had a birthday celebration with her bloody lambs. Despite her old age, she still watch "The magic school bus". 1 hell of a rockstar i should say. Being a rockstar is not about being POPULAR or what so ever shits. It's about how slacky you are and the slacky things you do everyday. So yeah. I'm not a rockstar..........yet haha ya right *rolls eye*, but yeah that's what i think rockstars are. Those geeks who plays DOTA, WAR CRAFT, MINICLIP.COM, OREO.COM, NAUGHTYAMERICA.COM(* whooppss wrong webbie haha) or what more games there are online, inline, sideline, lifeline and many more, those are the real rockstars you can ever find. So yeah, praise to the geekyness of those humble homos with nerdy thick specs.&lt;/span&gt; K whatever, just a tribute to geeks around the world nyeheh =))).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had alot of fun, giggling like a bubble tea shaking doll at pasar malam with pudding and pearls in it -___-???. Especially Yani, who laughs at everything like a horse being tickled at the balls hah. Breakfast by the romantic beach with the cool breeze from the sea (that explains Hazreel's emo moment nyahaha) and a chaotic laughing scene. Foods, drinks, chips like 1-1, 2-2 (inside joke) and Hot and Spicy potato chips were all around the grey rocky table and surrounded by sinful kids who really don't give a damn about ramadhan. HAH. Yet they still fast?, including me... well some of them nyahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And ya my mum called me and gave me a lecture that lasted for about 5+ minutes on the phone. Man...for god sake i'm 19 and when she heard girls laughing on the phone, she's thinks im doing some dirty jobs haha c'mon i know how to take care of myself and i'm a good boy kay haha. I think she's afraid that i might end up being a pimp or maybe a professional pornstar by the beach which might be on the net soon, Amsybythebeachscene.com.sg, -___-".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ate alot of godly chips and i finished up almost half of the 1-1s in a packet. Yummy!. Ate a delicious chocolate cake that was being cut by the birthday girl herself, from what i noticed i think she learned to cut a cake from a butcher nyahaha , im just playing... Well at least i'm glad i got one of the biggest piece yeah haha. And the best part is we used the leftover cakes to play 'choco-cake-face-smashing-on-loco-kids-catching'. The most random game i have ever played in my entire life. Chasing people with chocolate cake in your hand and then smashing it to peeps face haha. Wani ran and tried to smash it on my face like a predator chasing a sexy,tall and fast gazalle haha. She's fast but not fast enough to catch me nyeheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Woohoo satisfying time wasted by the beach. What else can we do other than being random when you're hanging out with the godly Black Nipps. All we ever did was to be sexy but classy nyahahahar wokay Amsy o-k. We're like the next pussy cat dolls only that the name is different, maybe... say...The Black Nipple Dolls? K enough Amsy. Well it sounds like a farken bunch of rockstars to me haha. Oh well the fun is what counts after all the heart warming, brain juicing jokes and more to say but i'm just to tired to think already and again i must say, an awesome and satifying day. Well technically night. Argh whatever, crap it, zip it and so lets go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-5284256420360689674?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5284256420360689674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=5284256420360689674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5284256420360689674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5284256420360689674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/09/mary-and-lambs-aka-black-nipps.html' title='Mary and the lambs A.K.A The Black Nipps.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-8151527222447120205</id><published>2008-09-03T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:50:44.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mefitty I &lt;3 YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SL7Dr9Cju9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/kie1o7t2I2o/s1600-h/IMG_8964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241842176192920530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SL7Dr9Cju9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/kie1o7t2I2o/s400/IMG_8964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arrived from Japan yesterday and i met her just today. It feels so right to be having her beside me, behind me, infront of me, everywhere! She sounds way better than i expected. Now i have to get a job to get a new guitar and everything will be complete for me yeehaa!. Completing my life by making my desires come true is way better than finding myself a gf. HAH! Who wants Amsy anyway...a geek who plays farking computer games and stays under the roof doing geeky stuff nyeheh or maybe naughty stuff you would'nt know*Evil smile*. Hmm... Oh well i'm just glad that Mefitty is here to stay as long as i want her to =). Ramadhan will be a no problem matter to me, i'll be high on the orgasmic sounds by Mefitty and forget about hunger or thirst nyahaha and yeah, i shall be rockin in me house and hmm... maybe... i'm thinking of organising an ambient/shoegaze gig at home haha. Tickets sold at $25 food and drinks included hahaha. Amsy's the happiest kid on earth harharharrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well i should be chatting with Manda now but too bad she's in M'sia now so yeah... Kinda miss her =(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;As much as i'm happy, Mary should be happier knowing that her birthday is tmr and lads will be celebrating her birthday. Happy Birthday, bless you and enjoy your newage Mary. Ad will give you lots and lots of juicy presents UKWIM hurhurhur. Besides Mary, Manda and Ame's going to celebrate their birthday soon and of course many other kids on earth too heh.. Fark it ya'll really leave me with no choice but to get you only birthday cards. I ain't rich, bitch nyeheh, well i'll try to get ya'll a priceless present like no other hehe. I still remember i gave Ame my precious Classical Guitar which meant alot to me and has a hole at the back of it made by my lovely dad. -___-". Well she said she wanted to learn guitar, but instead she used it to collect dust hah. I'm not mad or disheartened, just... wanna knock her head. hiahia *Hiak dush to Ame*.&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/3943224630119201259-8151527222447120205?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8151527222447120205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=8151527222447120205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/8151527222447120205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/8151527222447120205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/09/mefitty-i-3-you.html' title='Mefitty I &lt;3 YOU!'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SL7Dr9Cju9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/kie1o7t2I2o/s72-c/IMG_8964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-2337316799704196634</id><published>2008-09-02T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:41:35.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 16)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;YEEEEEEEAAAOOW HOMOS! Firstly to all you muslims out there, have a happy empty stomache ramadhan. Yeah i know it's hard but hey, you guys have been complaining about how fat you look, about your weight problem and blablabla. So here's a chance for you to regain the honor of being slim and slender nyahaha ok i think you get what i mean. And this i must say, during ramadhan, kids and toilets are like the bestfriends of all the besfriends in the world. They are free to drink without their parents knowing. That is how they survive ramadhan haha yeah. Ok fine i use to do that before ok, i mean i was just a kid maan what do you expect. I was a smart kid and still am, haha so my parents should be proud of me for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Huuhuu hahaha somehow i feel light and happy despite knowing my exams are just a few days away. Oh ya now i know why i'm happy, MEFITTY IS IN SINGPORE!!! Might be meeting her tmr. AaaahnyahahaaaaA... . Feel abit sad though. My SM just ran out of stock and now i have to go find her damn it. She must be jealous that's why she's nowhere to be found in my fridge. Sorry, but mefitty is just a...another love of mine =(. Ok Amsy stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just can't wait untill exams are over so i can start being a chaotic chimp again and not have thoughts that brings nightmares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Woot woot look at the time, gotta get ready the dining table and arrange everything in a seductive manner. HAH HA! Like manda said (hehehek sooo farrrrniii) haha, Ciao pablosss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-2337316799704196634?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2337316799704196634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=2337316799704196634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2337316799704196634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2337316799704196634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling_02.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 16)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-870298543410316111</id><published>2008-09-01T00:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:40:21.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 15)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hhaaaaargh..... Went out to check out baybeats for the past 2 days. Great performance by local bands and some foreign bands and i farking envy them. Damn it they'll get to sleep with a wide smile on their face. Most of the bands i watched put up an awesome set for the crowd *salutes*. Crowds enjoyed their performance and i see full blast charisma on the stage. Forget the heat, i LOVE the heavenly lightings on stage and almost gave me an orgasmic feeling haha k. That's how great the feeling was so yeah go figure haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saw alot of familiar faces all around and to those who i did'nt say hi to though you know i looked at you, sorry i am ultimately short sighted even with my glass on. So please next time when you see me say hi or maybe just pat me on my shoulder. If i still don't realise you, just shmack me on the head or a give me a farking legendary uppercut to the throat and make me cry and say hi to you k? Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see DSLR everywhere. It's like a plague. Has the price of it gone waaaaay down? Or people nowadays are just pure loaded with cash in their wallet? Whatever, i'm just saying, no offence. Hate me if you want. I'll say sorry. Then you say naik lorry. -__-??? haaaaa ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is farting festival since tmr is going to the first day of fasting month. Yes, and i am so fed up. My mum, my aunt, my little cousins, all of them! Where did they get all the loads of gases? Oh my god and i am the one being attacked by heart stopper gas and now...my nose is rotting. It's a goner by dawn and my lungs...polluted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever it is, my weekend was great being around with lads and families. WA AI WA DE LADS AND FAMILY LEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-870298543410316111?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/870298543410316111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=870298543410316111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/870298543410316111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/870298543410316111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 15)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-170194238065208254</id><published>2008-08-28T19:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:42:55.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 14)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's up?!..... Aeroplane? Yes! I just got home from the RSAF open house to watch an airshow. It's like a school outing. So many kids from other schools were there too. They help us to warm the seats heheh. I was like, omg look at that, omg look at this, omg it's so hot, omg i'm so hungry, omg it's gonna rain, omg EVERYTHING! I LOVE PLANES!!!!! I've been dreaming big to be a pilot but sadly i'm only able to make it through the technician/engineer area. Farken sore in the heart. Feels like " i syg you tapi i tak nak you lagi sebab i dah jelak ngan you". ok wtf was that suppose to mean? IDK... haha. Those who can't understand, ask you malay friends. Well i'm just to lazy to translate and i just think it sounds much more of a lame ass idiotic attitude sentence in malay garhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I met 2 of my old secondary friends and boy they've grown up so much. I remember the time i have to breast feed them when they cried for food. -___-???... yes i know. I'm just hungry sorry. Havent had any proper meal since morning OKAAAAAY?!. I'm glad they still remember me unlike some of those who just ignores me. I don't really care much about those kind of peeps to be honest. To hell with you guys. Kiss my cat's furry arse!. Breaks my heart though but what can i do? Drink strawberry milk, what else nyeheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;If only i had a camera. Then maybe i could snap pictures and upload it here. But nvm, it was just a bloody airshow with planes in the sky, flying here and there, displays and stuff that's all, not much. If you guys are desperate to know, make a paper plane and throw it out your window, it's something like that. TRY IT, have fun! -___-". Argh i'm so hungry i could eat a skunks bottom. Mum's cooking fried rice, but it looks green. She used green chillies. It looks weird and yucky but somehow it taste so yummy. Mum's cooking is everything nice like powerpuff girls even if it's made of shit. I think. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok shit now i feel fucked up again. Exams........................................................................................................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow is teacher's day, i'll be going to school to have cake... yes...early in the morning... get a bus to yishun for a cake... can never get more interesting than that...yeaah..... But what the hell, for the sake of love from me to my teachers. I'm willing to suffer the morning waking up burden for them. For love, i'll do anything, everything. anyhow, anyway, whenever.....whatever Amsy. Actually, i'll just go with the flow, i mean if i'm too lazy to wake up, then i'll just continue on with my farken beauty sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-170194238065208254?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/170194238065208254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=170194238065208254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/170194238065208254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/170194238065208254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling_28.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 14)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-8774161314849433340</id><published>2008-08-26T20:36:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:32:05.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&gt;Braindrill&lt;&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So many things to do, so little time. So many things to study, so little time, So many money gone for mefitty, in such a little time..... shut up. Feeling calm yet fucked up in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are so near and i don't want to screw up. Been there, done that. I meant screwing up. Feel like doing my national service right now. Then i can do whatever the f*** i want with my life. One life... one job... one girl... one thingy... make the children... cut the childrens hair... bake the cake... eat the cake... comb the hair... smelling nice everywhere..... hug hug... kiss kiss... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hug... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kiss... hug hug... kiss kiss...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hug... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kiss... hug hug... kiss kiss. -__-"???.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain is slipping out of my ears like blended fuit juice or me slidding down a ginormous slide at a freakin large swimming pool, o-kay wadefark. Maybe it's because i'm drinking coke instead of my darling SM. Coke makes me high. And now my vision is blurry. Am i sleepy? Maybe. SM makes me horny and after that i wish i could get laid with the dutch lady printed on the box. WOKAY i'm really juiced up. *GIGANTORNOMOUS SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sick, i'm not sad, and i'm sure i'm not crazy as well. Just having loads and loads of thoughts when i picture myself in the future. There are so many and i just dont know which to pick. I need help. I need to talk with someone neither close nor far, someone i can trust. I want to carve away what's left rotten in my head. I kept drilling deeper and deeper but they're stuck like shit in me arsehole. They won't get out. Maybe i should try blowing them out. Sponsoring TNT's anyone? Give it to me. Zzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well at least Razwani cheered me up with some hilariously fucked up vids on youtube. Man i laughed alone in the guest room but not loud hehe. Just laughed in my empty little heart. Thank you Wsni for pimping my..... yeah.. haha. Like what the hell Lyra went offline, She needs to break the pickle and get a tickle-tickle. Ok that is so random binte abdul coco crunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And another of me lad is having problems, we're kinda facing the same problem and we think quite alike because we are, 'THE bloody legendary and farken godly RUNNERS' *echos after echos after echos...* Yet again, if you bloody readers are lost about what i'm talking here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;, it was a previous blog entry of mine. Go check it out and give me a bloody pathetic face like so, -___-". Thank you and good night sucka.........!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-8774161314849433340?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8774161314849433340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=8774161314849433340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/8774161314849433340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/8774161314849433340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/08/braindrill.html' title='&gt;&gt;&gt;Braindrill&lt;&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-4296418693450281589</id><published>2008-08-18T18:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:23:20.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After so long and now it's almost time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been eyeing on her since long ago. And i know she did look back at me too. I've seen her alot of times. She looks really nice in blue. Infact everytime when i see her, she's in blue. From that, i know her favourite colour is blue. Oh the sweet, SWEET look on her makes me wanna drop it like it's hot. I could'nt stop thinking of her every night. I did saw her at the tapestry event the other day, but a with a guy. =(. Buuuuut i'm meeting her soon, oh hell yeah!!.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2 wks yaw!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What should i do when i see her? What should i wear? I'm so excited and nervous. Oh shit what's her name?! Oh ya i don't know how they spell it but i think its mefitty? Her nick i guess haha. Sounds sweet though and i know she looks really-really sweet. Oh...*staring at the sky, eye sparkling and having visions of mefitty in the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;BLUE &lt;/span&gt;sky with a romantic background music*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wonder how she would sound like... hmm. Well many said she can make many sort of noise but at the same time, she sounds really nice. And many would pay to have her. She's a prostitute? NO! She's a multi effect gadget which i have always wanted since last year or maybe the year before. Hahaha shiets, come on i'm not in the mood to get a girl YET. I have duties. Ok wait i don't, just that i'm quite happy but i guess having someone would'nt hurt, but who? heh you'll never know. What i know is that i'm happy that i'm going to get what i want after so long. Aaaah i'm gonna cherish it like how much i love me SM me tells ya,nyahaaaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235840584303330370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SKlxRU_5REI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ajDDX3abKqg/s400/ME-50_T_FNL_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ME-50&lt;/span&gt;...C&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; T&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; D&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-4296418693450281589?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4296418693450281589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=4296418693450281589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4296418693450281589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4296418693450281589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-so-long-and-now-its-time.html' title='After so long and now it&apos;s almost time.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SKlxRU_5REI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ajDDX3abKqg/s72-c/ME-50_T_FNL_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-7938011433979136396</id><published>2008-08-16T23:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:02:31.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapestry was like 'The-pastry' -__-??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Almost half a day wasted just waiting for the organiser to get ready. Got to know that they did'nt have the power socket to connect to the equipments there. All bands had to wait about 5 hours before the event starts. Man the mood was there until we got bored and tired of waiting. Feeling hungry like piglets by the streets with sympathetic face just waiting to be slapped by a tabla player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was suppose to be ready by 12pm but instead it starts around 5+. Imagine with the cockup time management. Many bands had only little songs to play to balance the time for other bands that's going to perform later. Sad but frankly speaking the night time view of the event was great with the, close to awesomeness lightings. So i don't really think those bands performing late really mind. CJ had to be the humble one, and so we performed only 3 songs total to give time for other bands chance to perform. Disappointed but still we had an enjoyable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing was, there were some bloody empty headed fucking unwanted monkeys, annoyingly stood up and bloody act like bunch of monkeys while we were performing. Shit i tell you they behaved worst than kindergarden kids. Retarded maybe. One of them took the mic and were shouting into it, i don't really remember what he said but it was pure rudeness and disrespectful of them to us. I mean i know they were enjoying our songs but hey respect the performers la dumb ass. Ad was talking to the crowd to introduce the next song and that knn cb f*** nabey tengteng yippee dee doo guy made noise on the mic. WHAT WAS IN HIS BLOODY HEAD!? My oh my who raised that forsaken child? I pity the parents. They failed to raise a decent kid. Turn out to be a genetically "improved" species haha sad sad SAAAAAAD. Well all i can say to them is keep it up and soon you guys shall be beaten up and turned into a can filled with loads of craps and shits, or maybe skinned alive and turned into a beg or a belt...or nothing. FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all those mind corrosion incident, CJ had quite an awesome performance and laughters about sickening kids (mentioned above) and some pathetic wannabeezzzzzz. Farken trendy wankers. Tapestry have been infested by annoying pokemons. Dan and i talked about bands using synths, now we think that it's a sin to be using a synth. Most of the local bands who uses synths don't really use'em well. I just find it ear disturbing to hear the synth being tortured and not loved like how i love my strawberry milk haha ok stop it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some pictures of our performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235366444008196994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SKfCCuwby4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vi2aoSqk3co/s400/1_530076771l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235366602711467266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SKfCL9-PhQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FMi8Uc3eGZo/s400/1_743931393l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, and you can see that my elbow failed to heal by sunrise and i still had to wear the elbow guard =(... But i did'nt mind, felt comfortable wearing it. And yarh, picture was taken before those 'bloody empty headed fucking unwanted monkeys' came to the front and bloody got high to our songs and decide to make themselves look like idiots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet still in the end CJ got a satifying feeling after the performance and i bet CJ slept with a wide smile on the face. Only mine was wider because i drank SM before i went to bed nyahaha!! -___-". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To look at more pictures, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wearecrackerjack"&gt;www.myspace.com/wearecrackerjack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and you can also listen to our demo there. Thank you =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-7938011433979136396?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7938011433979136396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=7938011433979136396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7938011433979136396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7938011433979136396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/08/tapestry-was-like-pastry.html' title='Tapestry was like &apos;The-pastry&apos; -__-??'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SKfCCuwby4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vi2aoSqk3co/s72-c/1_530076771l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-6392717841614555776</id><published>2008-08-16T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:31:52.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down to tapestry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just got home from jah-meeeng with CJ. Had a late night session and it was ge ge ge great. What's not is that i hurt my elbow. Since last 2 days it has been bugging me and now i have to wear an elbow guard. I hit my elbow on something hard and hit really hard. I can't really recall what was it that i banged my elbow on. Argh who cares anyway. I just want it to heal fast. If possible before sunrise later. I'm afraid if it's fractured or something. Maaan i already broke my left arm before and now the right?! Shit what's next then heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapestry is just hours from now and i' thinking of what's going to happen. Happy, anxious and i am really tired kekeke. I'm drinking S_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ M_ _ _ now. It's SO NICE umm nyam nyam nyam! nyeheh. Every sip can put a wide smile on my face. I'll only cheat on my strawberry milk for another girl if the girl can put a smile on my face as how my strawberrry milk does it. Huahuahua so yeah it's going to be hard. Even harder than..... i don't know what hehe. But yeah it's hard. Huhu.&lt;/span&gt; And maybe... just maybe my strawberry milk can give me the calcium to heal my elbow. Can a girl do that?. I DON'T THINK SO! NYAHAH -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Counting down to tapestry starting from 6500...6499.......... Zzzzzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-6392717841614555776?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6392717841614555776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=6392717841614555776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/6392717841614555776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/6392717841614555776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/08/count-down-to-tapestry.html' title='Count down to tapestry.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-1077408605037972237</id><published>2008-08-12T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:37:23.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy-busy hair so frizzy...thoughts around me makes me crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dang it i'm gonna have a practical test tmr, the day after and exams are so near. What if i fail? What if i can't make it through and graduate successfully? What there is for me after school? It's been swinging in my mind for weeks and only now that i realise that everything is so near. Even end of the world yeah haha fark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord, why am i living a life full of grown-up thoughts? Am i thinking much more mature now? Or am i thinking as if i'm mature? or maybe...just maybe i'm annoyed and stress of what happened and what's happening? Questions are packed in mind. Finding a way to release it all to get rid the pain of burden. I'm handling too much i guess. But i feel so calm. Like there's nothing to worry about. I am worried. Am i lost? Am i confused? I don't think so. I know how to control myself. I'm in control of my life. So what's bothering me?. Scary. Weird. I feel so different then before but i'm still still who i am. I still play and joke. I'm who i am when i was 5 or 10 years ago. And yarh, i still think that most people i know have changed alot. Some are not even being nice to me. What have i done to them to be treated like so? I don't understand. Sad of this bloody sickening changes all around, but still i'm feeling happy at the same time. I feel satisfied. I like what i have and what i don't now. No regrets of anything. I love myself. I love for who i am today. I am proud of myself. I am proud to be who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Dinie Amsyar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-1077408605037972237?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1077408605037972237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=1077408605037972237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1077408605037972237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1077408605037972237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-busy-hair-so-frizzythoughts-around.html' title='Busy-busy hair so frizzy...thoughts around me makes me crazy.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-1750749382071211465</id><published>2008-08-11T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:41:07.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 13)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so bloated, i can vomit a horse -__-???. I ate 2 packets of chicken rice and still can go for more. Oh my i'm such a heavy eater. Got nothing to worry though. I'm good at maintaining my girly curved body nyeheheh. Girly curved?? What only Amsy hehe. Just trying to convert the word sexy in a wtf way. Well don't bother. Had a rather lame ass day. No awesome shows on tv. Only those sickening olympic shows here and there. So this is what's best to do when there's nothing on tv or on a lame and boring day with nothing else better to do. Not to say i hate sports. But watching it is so not cool. I'd rather watch ants creeping and crawling in and out from the holes and cracks on the walls in my house. It's way cooler...i think nyahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is being annoying again and again. He knows i don't like durians or even the smell of it. Purposely walks here and there in the house with a farking durian in his hand. I can't even smell my own sweet smelling body odour. Durian smell is like taking up every corner of space in the house. Oh god the rage in me. Just felt like eating up the durians so as to speed up the process of it being eaten. Yeah you get what i mean. And i bet you know how annoyed i was. There's still 2 more in the kitchen now. Grr.. If i'm 'chucky', i would have forced those 2 durians through his throat and in his belly it goes. Why is the durian so nice? What taste does it give you? Is it so heavenly that when you eat it, you'll have the chance to go to heaven? Ok now that's crap. I mean... argh nvm. Haha i just don't know why i'm not attracted or addicted to durians as how others think of it. Maybe because durians are disgusting and not girls? nyehehe. I think i'll never know. God made me this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to tapestry. I don't feel any tension in me like how i use to feel before. I mean, i'll be thinking about it and feeling nervous even the day before performing. I guess what i asked for is happening. so long stage fright!. Heh. Just hope it won't come back on the day of tapestry. I'll kill... hmm... no one actually. huhu =(. I know Ad's waiting for my shaky fingers(inside joke) to happen and will be laughing at it. Shiets... -___-". I'll let you down Ad haha. I hope hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the annoyance, boredom and many more, Amsy is happy like a rockstar and love for strawberry milk is still there and growing. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-1750749382071211465?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1750749382071211465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=1750749382071211465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1750749382071211465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1750749382071211465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling_11.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 13)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-6746695975916564331</id><published>2008-08-09T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:54:10.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Singapore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Argh when is it going to be my turn damn it. Nyahaha next year lad!. Well Singapore, i could'nt think of what to buy for you, so i bought cake and i buried it for you to enjoy. Have fun -___-". Well that explains what kind of day i had on National Day. Not to say it's boring or lame. Just plain emptiness like looking at a dead crow in your backyard with cricket sounds. Ok that's crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well i had alot of fun actually. Having all my family and cousins under one roof, jokes around and laugh like a retarded laughing person.....??? ok continue. One of my little cousin got irritated by her mum not letting her out to watch the fireworks etc with her friends. If i were to be in her shoes, i would be a sick guy who's turning gay...-__-???. No no, i mean, i would be more that annoyed by that attitude. I mean, CAN'T I GO OUT TO LOOK AT THOSE DAMN BLOODY FIREWORKS WHICH ONLY HAPPENS ONCE OR TWICE A YEAR!?. Oh man i'm glad i'm not her. Why would i want to be her in the first place anyway?, then i would have to spend money on pads. Nyahaha.. herrrrherrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ate alot today. Just hope that i won't grow fat like how i was during my primary school times. Man i was a farking pig. With the bunch of layers of fats on my neck and forsaken tummy. EEeee. The horror just thinking of it. So M-18 haha. It's not that bad actually. I look cute and cuddly. Hmm...haha ok stop talking about fats and especially me being fat. You don't want to look at my old pictures. Get a 3D glass before looking. Visions of my pictures would at least be rated lower say...NC-16? nyahaha. Wokay i'm high on nothing but still am crapping. Crapping for the sake of love from the readers all over and around. Awwww xoxo from me to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE. Wish you the best for the coming future and keep up the good work on being a 'fine' country. Hell yeah to that. Bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-6746695975916564331?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6746695975916564331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=6746695975916564331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/6746695975916564331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/6746695975916564331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy Birthday Singapore!'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-3593088498024178116</id><published>2008-08-07T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:25:54.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock and Rainy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hell yeah it was raining today. After such a long time it has been warm, hot, humid, blazing, perspiry and everything else that has to do with warmth, at last it rains and the cold breeze reminds me of... my fridge? haha yesh. Got nothing much to talk about rain though but i thank god for it. Maybe he/she read my blog entry complaining about the humid?argh huhu k sorry god sorry just kidding =). Despite the rain, i still went out. Home is Zzzzz and i don't want to Zzzzz because it is so Zzzzz. Yeah i think you're clear heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met CJ for a jam session. Ah yes surprisingly, the rain did'nt only set the mood for us to rock but many others too. The room was packed and fully occupied by some other musician wanna be. We waited like some humble rockstars nyehehe at the same time being cute as always harharhar. -__-" whatever haha. Well, there're no words that can describe the fun you can have hanging out with CJ. It's magical. We're just simple kids with simple needs. And cute heh. What makes it fun is that we are BLOODY GIGANTORLY RANDOM AS HELL. Oh yeah, don't mess with bloody CJ's cause we ain't playing with bullies. We're gangsters i tell you, we're gangster oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wet my pants today. I did'nt pee in it ok! Just wet. Damn the rain, it's not that i want it to be wet. Ruined my farking butt's day haha shiets. Uncomfortably uncomfortable i must say. And dangerous ok. What if rashes appear on my baby butt? Then i can't model for baby johnson's lotion anymore. arhaha funny Amsy funny. Night pablos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-3593088498024178116?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3593088498024178116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=3593088498024178116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3593088498024178116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3593088498024178116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/rock-and-rainy.html' title='Rock and Rainy'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-3193847102635914801</id><published>2008-08-03T21:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:01:46.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August Burns Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;A rather warm month, it has already started a few months back but now it's getting worst. The intense heat. The burning feelings. Weakening homos. Draining fluids from their body fast. Draining thoughts which cause random actions by some. Lack of thinking by people who are affected by the outrage of the heat. Including me. Thought i was paranoid. It's august now and things around me changes so quickly. Dissappointed of the question why, angry of lies to oneself, eager to get things back like it was before, but destiny is what meant to be. It's not for me to change or to recreate. Though i'm not the one with the problem. Still i sense there is more to come. There is more to look out for ahead in the future. This entry is neither a problem of temperature nor anything to do with saving gaia. But if you think it's quite the problem that you wish i would talk about then go get a book from the library which talks about it, or you could even try buying Al Gore's documentary DVD about earth,global warming and more. This entry is about the intensity of the pressure in my thoughts. August 2008, the month which i clearly see that things are really changing. So much that it bleeds me in the heart. So warm that it turned my strawberry milk sour. Ok that part i'm crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere i see, are people with confused mind. Seems to me that people are being hypnotized by stupidity. Getting into a state of confusion. Doing things without thinking about the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad for my dearest lad. Facing a relationship problem which is about similar to what i faced. He should at least be glad that mine was way worst than what he's facing now. But still, he's a nice guy. He's the most thoughtful person i've known. Of course there are others besides him. I just wish the girl would at least consider giving him the chance to let him show more of his capabalities before even giving up. For what i know, it will be a massive heartbreak for him and a bundle of regrets awaits her in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't get what's the point of turning a guy into an option. WTF? For example, if i were to be your bf and in the end i just split my mind for another girl. I'm talking to all you girls out there. At a point when you really love me that much and got to know that i just got interest with some girl i just knew or my ex and turns you into an option for me to choose. Thinking of you like a toy or a candy in some cheap stores. Know how it feels? Like the feeling that you're gonna get? You think you can live with the insult given by me? And another thing is, i know i'll regret for what i've done to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;August 2008 has been harsh on me mentally. Oh how surprising would it be for me to end up having a mental problem. Would'nt want that for sure. Right now i'm already a half sick bastard minded person. Which explains my random "poetry" post entry.&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/3943224630119201259-3193847102635914801?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3193847102635914801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=3193847102635914801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3193847102635914801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3193847102635914801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-burns-red.html' title='August Burns Red'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-7486265764441513077</id><published>2008-08-02T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:35:07.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 12)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh i'm so glad that i am feeling much better. Yesterday was a nightmare only that it's real. I had a really random high fever for being healthy for too long. errr... haha. Man i thought i was going to die on my bed like all holy dudes should. Hahah but seriously, all i could think about was about "what will happen if i were to be dead now?". I was half expecting to meet death angel. The other half was to meet charlie's angels nyahahah!!!. You can imagine the suffer i went through that night, shivering and at the same time perspiring like wtf. It feels so wrong to shiver and to be sweating like an excercising pig. I don't need to be a doctor to tell that i'm having a high fever. Lucky that my lovey dovey strawberry milk was there to help cure me tastebuds. Everything that i consumed, i just can't detect the taste of it but only my strawberry milk. Haha ok ok enough with the strawberry milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got news from CJ yesterday that we got selected for tapestry and will be performing on the 16th of august. YAY to that haha. Yet again i'm proud of CJ. For those who are curious of who we are and what music we play, come down to support us and enjoy our performance. It will mean everything to us. We'll give you an orgasmic thrill ride, heart pumping to the music , nose bleeding to satisfactory, eye popping to attractiveness and laughter to randomness...pure awesomeness. Tempting? hahaha shiets i'm just playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-7486265764441513077?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7486265764441513077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=7486265764441513077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7486265764441513077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7486265764441513077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 12)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-441034896567278828</id><published>2008-07-31T23:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:09:40.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sick sick SICK! i'm going to be sick argh and i'm so hating it. I've been surviving it for almost a month now. Why now?? Huhu i feel cursed. My nose is such a jerk, leaking like wtf. It's like putting an ice cube into your nose and letting it melt. There, a great description of the annoying feeling. Did'nt feel weak when i was slacking with CJ-1= Danless. Ad and Fifi came to my house like 2 farken gay dogs. Haha no offence but that was what that came through my eyes and in my mind when i saw them standing at my doorstep. With you guys, it has always been random from the start we say hi till we say goodbye. The rare breed of random homos with a mind of a psychedelic turtle with a snail's shell, and batteries not needed...nyeheh. Ok the effects of the consumed drug is active in my body. Slow-mo visions... deep voice surround sound with reverbs and echos with a little touch of delays... Ok people i know your heads are surrounded by cute little bunch of question marks, or maybe huge ones hehe i don't know. Should change my name to..... Abdul Random Bin Jacky John. -___-???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well i went slacking with Ad and Saufi at a pirate ship playground nearby my place. It's a cool place and plus it was so windy today. Hmm maybe that's why i'm falling ill. All those bloody germs and virus went through the tiny pores on my skin wall. Damn it should have downloaded the norton anti virus. BUAHAHArrr shiets. Man i think it's better for me to go and have a rest, right after i'm done with norton anti virus. hehe ok Amsy ones is enough. Sickeningly lame when you're sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; says: Oh shut up Dinie at least i know i'm better than you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Dinie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; says: Whatever^with the bitchy head movement* you sick bastard, step off!&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/3943224630119201259-441034896567278828?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/441034896567278828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=441034896567278828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/441034896567278828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/441034896567278828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling_31.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 11)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-620444179903443466</id><published>2008-07-31T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:23:27.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is so divine. So bitter sweet. But still there's never a specific word to describe the feeling of it. So magical. So powerful that it can bring a new life to a person. It can also bring peace to the world. And to relationship love?, bullshit to the fact of loving someone when you can't even learn to love yourself. I learn from what i see, from what i get, and from what i experienced. You can say that you love me more than a million times but from what i think, those are just a figure of speech if you're not showing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying all this for the sickening pain in the ass looking at girls and boys being dumped by their gf's or bf's. Don't love that someone unless you know what you're doing. Yes you may argue to me about it by saying love is blind. "Love is blind", has 2 meanings to it, you love him/her regardless of looks or what so ever, or you just love that person blindly. And by that i mean you're not thinking straight and you don't even know why you love him or her but only to how they attract you with their physical features. Like those "CUTE" jerks and bitches say, "boleh buat pakai" meaning they just want to make use of him or her. For the girls, it's money but for the guys, it's...yeah you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis told me a story about a bunch of wtf guys sort of trying to tackle her, and when my sis ignored, they asked for just a short time moment with one of those faggots. I mean are you guys desperate or what?? Well pathecticly desperate i must say. And to another story about a best friend of mine. A girl just spent time with him and loving him to cover up the wide space of lonely time. And after a month or 2, she made herself fade away from his life like what all bitches would do. Without thinking about what feelings meant. Heartlessly she left by making him jealous and also making small matters big like it's so obvious she wants their relationship to end so badly. Got  to know that she either got back with her ex or with another guy i can't remember. Anyways you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a precious gift that what most people abuse. The only never ending love you can get is from you parents and siblings. So yeah, love your parents, your siblings and yourself before you think about loving others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i posting this entry? just to tell someone what it meant when i said it to them. Amsy in love? Yes? No? Well for now...it's myself, my family, my cats, my "that is so random" forsaken lads and strawberry milk. Not forgeting to people whom i told that i trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-620444179903443466?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/620444179903443466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=620444179903443466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/620444179903443466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/620444179903443466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-3683284436324563231</id><published>2008-07-29T22:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:56:30.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haaargh school food is like a rotten double cheeseburger as how i suddenly notice i have been eating the same thing again and again. It's going to be 2 years of throat torture to consume the same thing everyday. And what a nice name for a stall, "Nasi Nenek". It sure puts me in the mood to buy food from that stall -___-". Like "i can live forever just eating it everyday". Dude my stomache begs me to stop. It got numb digesting the same thing everyday. If only there are some hawker style food like any of those local unhealthy hawker centre sells. Oh man i'll sleep in school for dinner and supper i tell you. End up eating non-halal western food and now i just feel numb in head. No thoughts of sin or what so ever. Just pure stoneliness on the face, and dead brain of an aging person and an empty belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;If only there are fast food restaurants in school. Bet i'll be out of cash by monday afternoon haha. If only was born rich. Then i would hire someone different each and everyday to cook in school. Maybe just for me only so i won't have to spent that much to provide for the others in school nyahaha. If only life can be like fairytale. If only magic is real. Just like harry potter. I would'nt have to spent cash for food. Just a little swoosh with my magic wand and there you go, 'TRIPLE CHEESEBURGER UPSIZED MEAL WITH FREE OLYMPIC GLASS (limited edition)'... -___-" K amsy ok i understand you because i'm you. garhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting tired of travelling to school. Especially by bus. The bastardly long Q with sleepy people in it. Some even cut the line with the most slumber face you can ever see. Farken sick and sleepy fellows. If only i had an air horn that i can just press it right in their sleepy headed face. Oh god it's getting warmer too, i perspired most of the time when i'm not in my air conditioned class room. Sweaty and sexy like when i jogged for almost an hour around the reservour the other time, 'THE RUNNERS'. It's a previous blog entry of mine. Check it out. Random post with a bullshit mind attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, heart rate slowing down, eyelid gaining pounds and body is shutting down. Night and lights out. *whispering i love you to.....STRAWBERRY MILK!* hehe it's so nice aaaaaah.&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/3943224630119201259-3683284436324563231?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3683284436324563231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=3683284436324563231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3683284436324563231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3683284436324563231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-2241588044681702289</id><published>2008-07-24T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:43:28.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday Saufi~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SIhGYQP3ZxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TiiPXY86huU/s1600-h/DSC00158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226504750055778066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SIhGYQP3ZxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TiiPXY86huU/s400/DSC00158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;There..there, you've grown so much that i can now smell your grown up body odour. Smelly yet funky hehe kidding only la. A handsome boy or should i say man just turned 21 today and looking better than ever. I'm sure he feels better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at his smile...is'nt he adorable like my left cheek butt. nyehehe. Now that you just had your special day, why not give your mum a kiss or something and thank her for birthing you. Birthing? what the heck. In return you might get a kiss from..... .... ... .. . UKWIM. harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok your face seems to be staring at me in a creepy manner while i'm typing this so called birthday wish for you, like monalisa potrait. Only that, this one is worthless. I know what you want for your birthday but hey, i just can't afford it, maybe i can like just cut away the cash you owe me as your birthday present? hahah ok now that's pathetic right. Tell you what, what i thing is i'm sweet enough to spent the time talking crap on my blog entry for you. Hey i just got back from school and i quickly thought of it ok. I still havent bathe yet and not to mention, eat. I just saw what my mum cook and god i'm starving right now. But still here i am writting you a birthday wish. To top that, i even edited the silly picture of you. Look at it and cry about how sweet i am k? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's your 21st birthday Saufi so make 21 wishes if you havent been doing it for the last 20 years. 1 of it say this k, " i wish Dinie Amsyar will get a new stringer for himself from whoever and a ME-50 multi-effect gadget along with it". Thank you Saufi =). Ok la amsy being a lame ass like hey macarena. Bet you wish i'm there beside you after reading this right Saufi? hahaha ok amsy gay dog. Well who said i want to give you a kiss or a hug? Just a manly hand shaking thingy or maybe a little bit of crying here and there and then maybe hug a little, ..... add on to a light kiss on the cheek hahaha oooook shutting up my pie hole. All i have to say to you is to take good care of yourself, keep fit and stay healthy like you always do when you order your "healthy diet meal" *smacks you on the head*. Good boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~!#$%&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;SAUFI!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;%$#!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3943224630119201259-2241588044681702289?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2241588044681702289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=2241588044681702289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2241588044681702289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2241588044681702289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-21st-birthday-saufi.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday Saufi~!'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SIhGYQP3ZxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TiiPXY86huU/s72-c/DSC00158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-4187409200418213415</id><published>2008-07-23T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:30:02.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;7 months of chaotic madness. Now i just hope it will end. I'm 19 years old now and i just think all of the relationship matter then were just a bunch of nonsense. I'm thinking differently, i feel different now. I swear to god i just don't care about it at all anymore knowing the truth of her from top to bottom, in and out. There's no need for me to say or explain. I just want end. End of everything. Im tired. Tired of being hated and nagged at. I'm sick of it. Sick of it all. I'm fed up. Fed up with the annoyance. I'm done. I-AM-DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her : Option in life, yes there are.... don't turn me into it, not Dinie Amsyar.UKWIM.&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/3943224630119201259-4187409200418213415?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4187409200418213415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=4187409200418213415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4187409200418213415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4187409200418213415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/end.html' title='End'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-8386113980318958611</id><published>2008-07-21T18:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:43:04.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ant was long gone, a cockroach were then born.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't get it. Yeah i know you're glad that i've moved on but why are you trying to bring back the past?. Not happy with the ending of the story? Then start your own new story and maybe you can have a better ending, this time round. Grow up would you?. Hey girl i'm tired of your nonsense and please please just stop it would you?. I'm not in your way for what you want now, so go...go and live your life like a speed demon rider on a skateboard with a new pair of skate shoes. I don't care anymore and i truely got nothing else more to say to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'd rather make friends with a cockroach because they don't create or give me any problems. Now i hope you understand how much i don't really need you even as a friend because people like you i can find everywhere, anywhere or even in the sewers or in my thrash bin. *Opens thrash bin* Oh look it's you!. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: Don't blame me for all this, you made me do it for being patheticly annoying. Yes yes i'm a jerk or if i were to be a girl, yes yes i'm a fucking bitch. I'm everything bad and you're everything nice, like power puff girls. Happy now? Now shoo!&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/3943224630119201259-8386113980318958611?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8386113980318958611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=8386113980318958611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/8386113980318958611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/8386113980318958611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/ant-was-long-gone-cockroach-were-then.html' title='The ant was long gone, a cockroach were then born.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-292017690448251628</id><published>2008-07-20T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:33:18.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wtf were those bloody damn kids doing there judging bands for tapestry?! Yeah CJ had an audition for tapestry today haha. Faarken kids were the only ones there to judge for qualifications. *sigh* ... I just gave damn a "not a big deal if we're not qualified" face throughout the audition. nyahah. I mean obviously they don't really care about how good you are, nowadays people go for looks like what some girls have in their mind if they want to have a bf and plus most among those kids were girls, like omg are you people looking for bfs or bands to perform?&lt;br /&gt;-___-" heh. I really did'nt expected kids a year or two younger than me being there to judge haha. Well actually i don't mind and i know we're going to be qualified for tapestry because..... we're quite cute. HAHAHA ok shiet amsy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired after three straight days going out with my heavy stringers here and there. Godly weekend though and satisfying. To that i give a classic aaah~. Good night fabulos peeps. *kisses you all good night*. Suka? hahaha shhh Amsy's sleeping.&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/3943224630119201259-292017690448251628?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/292017690448251628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=292017690448251628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/292017690448251628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/292017690448251628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/kiddos.html' title='Kiddos'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-6340452523785220463</id><published>2008-07-20T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:55:26.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok stand by... Ok go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;BOOyarh! Just got home and hell yeah i'm really-really exhausted, like after romeo made love with juliet...ermm...yeah nyahah. I had a recording session with CJ today. Want to here it, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wearecrackerjack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;www.myspace.com/wearecrackerjack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;. It's just a demo though for people to hear. It will sound way better in the future with lots of further improvements, godly mixing and mastering blablabla UKWIM. nyeheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a good laugh to how i sounded singing this particular part in the song. My god i would'nt want to say it haha but yeah shit it was a damn shitty vocals ever. But with the power technology, i could just simply cut that vocal part and re-record it again nyehehe. So yeah, it sounds better now haha. I said better, i did'nt say good haha. ok grr. Proud of CJ, xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a really enjoyable time and yeah i'm happy with my random life. I got to find myself now and manage to put myself together on my own after the horror that haunted me in the past. To hell with it.&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/3943224630119201259-6340452523785220463?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6340452523785220463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=6340452523785220463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/6340452523785220463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/6340452523785220463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-stand-by-ok-go.html' title='Ok stand by... Ok go.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-3617383998792163513</id><published>2008-07-13T00:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:22:35.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Randomly Gay Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yess it was farken gay nyehehe. And when i say gay i mean happy hehe, but somehow we just feel gay with such random thoughts. Met Ad with no plans or what so ever. Wanted to call Saufi along but was told that he's tired. So yeah i understand but just telling that it would be much more than just a great day spent if he was around. Before that i just followed my family and cousins to (gay)lang haha for lunch. Went to this malay restaurant, the food was damn delisimo. You can just simply turn into a drooling machine just by smelling those damnly rich in vitamins and minerals dishes and after consuming it, there'll be a classic aaaaah~... huhu oookay whatever Amsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well then Ad and me walked towards nowhere and i just randomly thought of going to a playground at some park heh i would'nt want to tell you because it's a secret place where you can find peace, silence, fresh air of all the the fresh ones around, brand new swings and blablabla with an awesome sundown view. Oh man it was such a turn on location but too bad, there's no special someone for me to spent with there, but the thing is i don't need no farken special one to make me feel happy when i have my homies with me, you guys know who you are. Thanks Ad for making my day. If you were a girl, i would have said that i had a really awesome date with you today, but i'm just telling that you don't have to be a girl to be my special someone. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha seriously i just feel like a young boy on swings and to top that we could even laugh on i don't know what while swinging. The feeling was so weird i mean it's been a long time since i last went on a fcuking swing. Plus it was a brand new swing tee hee hee~ -___-" ...hahaha. Ok la i know people think that i'm just acting cute but hey quit lying to yourself that you're too old for all this. You don't have to be young to play. The swing i mean hehe *raise eyebrow with an evil smile*.&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/3943224630119201259-3617383998792163513?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3617383998792163513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=3617383998792163513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3617383998792163513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3617383998792163513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/randomly-gay-day.html' title='A Randomly Gay Day.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-5938030957824283564</id><published>2008-07-11T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:43:06.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngee Ann Poly Gig.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another satisfying day. It was so great that i could eat a horse...err ok no link heh. Well what i actually wanted to say is that i was hungry throughout half of the day. I only had H20 for the journey to the other side of Singapore dang it. Ok now stop complaining and let's get going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah the gig was awesome, only that i was'nt happy with my guitar tuning. Argh i just feel irritated by myself being cashless to get me one of those brand new stringers. I want to work but what about school?! I want to quit school but what about my future?!. Oh man life is so wonderfully fucked up. Back to the story heh. I just love the sound of cheering and applause given by the crowd. The feeling is like when you stand at the front end of the ship deck and raise your hand to your shoulder side and breathe in, like the girl on titanic nyahahaha. Well it's close to that i think, tee hee hee~. CJ really appreciates the crowd and those others who support CJ and appreciate CJ''s original songs. CJ's loves ya'll and wish to get laid with too nyahaha. We might look proud or those Singaporeans say "action", sorry if we did'nt say hi or smile, maybe we just don't really recognise you or we're just simply short sighted haha.. So maybe if you guys don't mind saying hi to us instead and i'm sure that will really make our day and i bet we'll be dreaming about you when we sleep nyahaha. To be honest we are 1 part gay and and 3 parts... hahah ok bullshit la AMSY!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a wonderful time with my fellow CJ today, i love you guys. And not to forget Maisah and her friend Yani i think? and CJ's number one fan Hazreel haha ala la la CUTE!#$^ la kau. =)&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/3943224630119201259-5938030957824283564?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5938030957824283564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=5938030957824283564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5938030957824283564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5938030957824283564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/ngee-ann-poly-gig.html' title='Ngee Ann Poly Gig.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-1003087450126771404</id><published>2008-07-07T22:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:37:55.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school...or what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friends in school called me today saying Amsyar was'nt in school. I got so worried about it so i went around central and travel to town to go search for him. Thought maybe he skipped school without me knowing. Hehehee~.. I just could'nt wake up and was having such a nice time on bed. The feeling is so godly with my eyes shut tight and with a boster in between my fleshy and sexy legs wearing only shorts that when you look at me you feel like getting laid. Haha ok i bet readers are giving me the look on the face but thinking about, you know...ermm...you know... hahaha. Wokay shuddup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I did'nt have a good day today but i think it's just going to be a for me to know and for you to find out thingy. Just telling though that you'll never know haha but ok i'll tell abit. ' Today i...'. There, that's all i can tell hahaha. My head is spinning and my vision is kinda blurry. Am i dying. Or i just need, you know...ermm...you know... muahaha. You guys dont know!, only someone know. nyeheh. What i need is a good night sleep or maybe never to wake up again.*Giga-sigh*. Ok seriously i need to rest. Cheerios loco fella.&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/3943224630119201259-1003087450126771404?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1003087450126771404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=1003087450126771404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1003087450126771404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1003087450126771404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepyhead.html' title='Back to school...or what?'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-7836096633677963080</id><published>2008-07-06T20:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:50:21.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes yes tmr i have to go to school yet again like before. Sick and tired of school farking uniforms. I don't get to wear the skirts damn it hmp! I really wanted to nyahaha. Sick of the food at my school and there are so little choices to make me feel satisfied about having breaks. I would rather break-dance. hahahaherrrmmm *clears throat*. I suddenly realise it's been a long time since i last fall sick, after chatting with amanda saying she's sick. Ala la la so pity pity. Well now she's not replying on msn, i think she went to the toilet to vomit or something heh i don't know and i would'nt want to think about how it looks like. Eeee~. Green? yellow? purple with brown shadings? It's a mystery. *Taps Amanda head softly* there there go and have a rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And ya where were we, oh ya school hehe. Well there's nothing much to say about school actually. School is like this one big place where you study under it's roof. And there will be lecturers around looking so formal talking crap and minding people's business - 'Hey boy, i thought i asked you to cut your hair?says the lecturer'. This and that and what more!? Ok now that's crap talk. Well you people get the point about school, it's boring and i find it a waste of part of my precious life. If only i was born a genius like Dinie Amsyar Bin Brad Pitt the GREAT.*a big sigh*haha. Pure boredom attitude. Fark it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well i'm wondering what scene there's going to be in school tmr. How i wish i can just make things happen like how i want to. Too bad i'm no god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so enjoying chatting now that i forgot i have a post pending. Nyahaha. Blood pressure rising, armpit hair standing, BRAIN JAM! I need a break from all this post entries but i'm really stuck in doing it as if it's my farken hobby. And like since when?! haha. So yeah, school tmr and nothing much to talk about it anyway. Amigos soto prella boom balebale sway donDONG. Means Catch ya later you 1 legged dog with a cat's head..........and a moustache.-___-"???&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/3943224630119201259-7836096633677963080?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7836096633677963080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=7836096633677963080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7836096633677963080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7836096633677963080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-983084931472050014</id><published>2008-07-06T02:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:30:15.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a randomly 1 part gay 3 parts dudely day, yay yay.. Haha yes. So proud of CJ. I see improvements here and there and i see us standing on a big stage somewhere in london, with professional equillizer settings, lazer lightings with smoke machines and flaming side stage with big bang booms here and there, awesomely ginormous amps with surround sound with 3D effects of our performance on tv like Hannah Montana on disney channel but.......... with no crowds... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-__-" nyaha-ha~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha i am so anoyingly random and i bet bloghoppers would want to choke me with megatons of hugs and kisses because i sound soo really-really cute when i'm random. HAHAHA ok kill me. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went for a jam session with me pablo fabuloso estriamo gonzalles pottriama babu bebe bom papa pussy pussy lom cam pas, which means 'love ones'. nyahaha. See i can speak dumb. If english is hard. Just go DUMB! *looking here and there while twirling armpit hair*. I had so many different kind of drinks, first i had coffee, and then red-bull followed by soya bean, iced lemon tea and erm... ok ok i know you guys get the point and you really did'nt asked. Like i said, I'M TELLING! Oh and look it's part 10 already.(Bloghoppers says: 10 only...) haha ok i'm paranoid like an android in the show dragon ball z..... okaaaaaaaaaay. Haha don't mind those wtf phrase that i typed. It's called the "what i do when im bored and out of brain juice". Yes yes yes and yeah... So we slacked by the river at clarke quay. I like the romantic view but too bad there's no one to hold and share it with but only my fellow bandmates. Would'nt want to be desperate gays, i mean gay is ok but, desperate...man. Haha ok fcuk it Amsy is one son of a mummy-daddy with bullshits in his mighty morphing brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shift into turbo! I'm chatting with Ad right now while thinking about what craps i'm going to splat on this 'LOLS' online diary of mine. You're giving me pressure bitch! haha sorry Ad but i still love you no matter what names given from me to you. I say 'i' you say 'love' k? HAHAHA SHUT UP DINIE AMSYAR BIN BRAD PITT!. nyahahaha-HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-983084931472050014?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/983084931472050014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=983084931472050014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/983084931472050014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/983084931472050014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling_06.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 10)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-8563190822265307693</id><published>2008-07-01T01:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:30:46.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 9)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really bored and feeling rather warm. I have been perspiring since sunrise till sunset and even now i am still perspiring. The weather i'm telling you, is really getting on me nerves. I mean i am not even doing excercise or what, jumping or running about. Just sat on the couch, watched tv with the fan on. 2 fans to top that. No exciting shows on in every channel. One bloody boring day for me and i should say i've lost a couple of pounds. Burning fats while doing nothing. Yesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel weird today. I don't no what's got in to me. Am i growing to fast or something? Or am i being paranoid about i don't know what haha. I don't even know if i am thinking or have i been dreaming since morning till now. Guess i'm just tired and sick of my life now. Everyday is the same. I wake up, take a bath and then eat, watch tv, online and eat snacks. Anything that i can find in my kitchen i'll just grab it and stuff it in my mouth. And continued munching throughout the whole day until i feel the pressure of eating too much . It's starts from the tummy and right up tp my brains. I'll feel nausea. And i will tend to think about going to bed. Man i feel unhealthy. Maybe that's why i'm not feeling like myself all this while. I really have to check my blood pressure and all health thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right about now i should say i'm missing her very much. I want to conversate about us with her now but i just can't. I want to tell her i want to be with her, start anew and forget about what happened in the past and just focus what's there for us ahead.&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/3943224630119201259-8563190822265307693?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8563190822265307693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=8563190822265307693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/8563190822265307693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/8563190822265307693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 9)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-8983587071066108113</id><published>2008-06-26T00:48:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:31:13.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part 8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amsy to GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so dead now. Even the deads are having more fun than i am. I think. What a life to live, doing nothing while there are so many "ants" in mind. It's like a torture before death for me now. Don't you pity me? I mean i know i'm going to be tortured again when i'm dead. Well i just might end up in heaven. I surely do want to be there. If possible now please? *Ginormous sigh*. But yeah i know i'm a kid full of sin. At least let me have a visit and let me have the taste of heaven for a second or something?. Just a tiny peep of what it looks like through the key hole from the doors of heaven maybe?. I'm sorry for all the bad things i've done. Maybe you're just testing me for what my life is right now. Yeah yeah i get it. And like what they say, "the things that are happening to you are meant to be that way". It's so unpredictable, which is why life can't be perfect. And so there's no such thing as happily ever after. My oh my what am i babbling about. Maybe it's just the heat, or maybe the situation i am right now. I really don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got nothing to do now. So i just decided to chat online with you. Yeah bloghoppers might think i'm crazy. They might thing i'm one sick lonely bastard with no friends. Well it's not that, i just don't want to bother them that's all. They got things to do. So let them do whatever they're doing. Studying maybe, watching tv or maybe they have their dirty little secrets which they do daily or maybe weekly nyehehe. *winks and guns both hands*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;From what i notice, kids are growing smarter every year. Its like mutation or something.I wonder whats earth is goin to be in ..... i don't know let's say 500 years from now? Kids at young age already knows all kinds of vulgar and stuff. They even know all these adultery thingy or what so ever. haha. I think you get what i mean. You up to some project? *raise eyebrow up and down vigorously*. Homos now are even trying to built buildings that can rotate horizontally. How cool and weird is that. I mean duh i know people now are thinking of revolutionizing (if there is such word) the world. Getting into the future i must say or in other words for it. Soon you're going to see buildings doing backflips or maybe break dancing -___-".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amsy to all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually i don't know why am i talking all this crap. Attracting readers? I am an online attention seeker? Haha maybe i could start an online comedy or something yeah shiet now thats crappy shits. Once you get bored, there's no one else but god. Hmm it just starts to sink in deep in my thoughts. The phrase is universal. Except for those free thinkers, go talk to... mmm...whatver that makes you happy k? No offence, it's just a joke. I mean i tried talking to my cat you see, he won't talk back. So it just added more boredom to it heh. Actually blogging do help me to feel up my free time. Splatting nonsense on the web and posting it on my blog for sexy peeps to read. Some may think i'm pathetic, others may think i'm just being who am i and they respect it. Or maybe there are many who likes this geeky jerk hee hee *blushing for no reason*.&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/3943224630119201259-8983587071066108113?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/8983587071066108113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=8983587071066108113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/8983587071066108113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/8983587071066108113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part 8)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-3945257506585256401</id><published>2008-06-25T00:03:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:25:33.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants in my brain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Staying up late everynight until near sunrise with undesired thoughts. Well most of them are. Eating the cells from the inner to the outer layer of the brain. Like ants carving through my brain, making themselves paths for them to walk on and through here and there. Building an empire and the queen lays at the core of my brain. Teasing me. Creating a mindstorm in my head. Each ant is like a thought in mind, crawling and wondering everywhere. If i were to put in a hamster wheel in my head, i bet they would treat it like a ferris wheel. nyeeheehe. Eggs are like a potential newborn of another thought or a problem. They won't die if spray insecticide, probably i would haha. So the only way to stop them, is to stop me. Yeah me, somehow i just wish the dutchman could just pull me down to the depths of the ocean and to that dark abyss. Drowning the ants and me along with it...&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/3943224630119201259-3945257506585256401?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3945257506585256401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=3945257506585256401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3945257506585256401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3945257506585256401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/06/ants-in-my-brain.html' title='Ants in my brain.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-3603474616973585046</id><published>2008-06-21T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:28:12.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redbull gives you wings, Shark gives you...fins?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaaah... i see eager faces. Can't wait to read my post aye? nyeheh. I went out today for a jam session at abbey road with CJ, pfft haha just kidding we went to L Cube studios located at tanjong pagar. If only i had a car. I can like drive myself anywhere anytime. *ONE BIG SIGH*... Well i met Ad and Fifi at tampines mrt station, they were drinking shark pee in a can heh. I tasted it, it's almost the same as redbull. A single sip can give you the energy just enough to go to war at afghanistan. Oh my the power you can imagine, it's like injecting steroids in your brains. I was suddenly all alert.Imagine if i were to drink the whole can full. WOoooW *imagine*.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;For no reason the shark drink made Ad feel like buying redbull.. I wonder what's going on in his mind. Yes yes yesssss. We drank bull pee this time, it was again throat satisfaction, taste buds rodeo and it really does gives you wings. I only drank abit so i got butterfly wings instead nyahaha!! -___-". With the energy we had, we unleashed a massive destruction of noise or should i say great tunes of the sounds. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dan came alittle late... Ok wait he was really really late ok haha. suppose to start at 4 but he came an hour later. Again yeeeees.. But in the end we had a great time playing..... what are you people thinking?! It's Music shiets! hehehe *Raise eyebrow constantly*. Oh yeah meet Dan our newest member "the late comer".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214585884132260242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SF3uO8p4OZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/52QvSQp3hUU/s320/P6050009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;His name is Danial. We call him Dan for short. Abang Dan! nyahaha jk. He's a cool dude and he's looks cute when he's lost in mind haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214586843406709906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SF3vGyOutJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mlIP62za8-Q/s320/P6050005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now here is our Mr. "I'm sexy when im sweaty" haha.&lt;/span&gt; A fcuking lame ass guy with random attitude. He can be very serious at times. PMS  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214587787626577826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SF3v9vuSf6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/av9KQcZCxgs/s320/P6050004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this is 'Aku malas' guy. Hehe. The front man of CJ. Pete Doherty's reincarnation. hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214589883475130562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SF3x3vXheMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EN5ZkrpQhJI/s320/amsyar+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, me. haha nothing to say about me. If you know me then you'll know me. You don't then nyahah not my problem. bluek. Ele le le act cute only. What can i say, i'm just simply cute HAHAHAR!. -___-". See that bus stop? Got on a bus there and went to my place after that. We just slacked at my place, eat, watch LOTR, fart?, play.....WHAT? play with my cat ok! hahaha but Dan had to go to his friend's chalet or BBQ pit i'm not sure. Above all that, i just want to give a special thank to shark and red bull for the energy for us to enjoy the day without feeling tired. YES! wtf hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-3603474616973585046?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3603474616973585046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=3603474616973585046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3603474616973585046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3603474616973585046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/06/redbull-gives-you-wings-shark-gives.html' title='Redbull gives you wings, Shark gives you...fins?'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SF3uO8p4OZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/52QvSQp3hUU/s72-c/P6050009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-7127611236548705411</id><published>2008-06-20T23:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:13:22.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$%?.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know what i did now, i just said i wanted to play my x-box in the living room and my mum nags at this "criminal" (me) for NOTHING!. I mean OK OK OK I GET IT it's a new tv but still SO?!?!?! As if the fcukin game thingy is going to crush! eat and swallow the tv!!!!! Oh My G g g g g gaaaawd!!!!. It's not like i ALWAYS PLAY IT. AS IF I PLAY IT 24hrs non-stop and hoping and wants the tv to blow up.I just want to... ergh fcking die and leave this forsaken world! I got nothing to lose anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah infact that's right, i got nothing to lose, whatever i do i'm still in the wrong. WHATEVER I DO! And when i want to make a situation better i just get nothing. I'm still being looked away like as if i'm going to repeat the same mistake over and over! I'm like a criminal at home, mysterious son when i get back from somewhere as if i just did drugs and what more?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, i'm sad, disappointed! i'm like a lonely loser. I'm a fcuked up someone with a fcuked up life now! I even loss someone i cared and valued soo much for i don't know what?!!..&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/3943224630119201259-7127611236548705411?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7127611236548705411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=7127611236548705411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7127611236548705411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7127611236548705411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/06/empty.html' title='!@#$%?.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-981903214066805787</id><published>2008-06-19T03:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T02:43:05.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Slackers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Woot)x10 I just got home from my neighbour's place. -___-" ya i know what fun there is right haha shut up and just listen bitch. We watched lots of videos on youtube. Ehem, what videos are you peeps thinking about? Of course la pornography duh?! haha no la. we watched some faaaarking funny thailand tv ad and some other countries tv ad, Some are a little dirty though but there were no showings of, you know what... nyahaha err ok pfft. Well ya obviously me telling you guys, you dont feel the fun which i experienced heh. So come down to Tampines Mall to sign the application form to join the "Midnight Slackers" yeah yeah bullshiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that we shared silly stories of the past, telling ghost stories. Old times...old times. Guess what?! My eyelids weigh 10 pounds now. Wuu~ brain is on sleep mode but fingers are on maximum hyper mode typing craps on my post. Well, just let them do the job for my brains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me give you this random brain swelling question. Anwer on my tag board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Question&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many fingers do i have on one hand ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Winners will get to go out for a date with me on a 3 weeks cruise vacation to what the fcuk island and enjoy bashing me up for my randomness to this post. Can? ok good, it's good nyahaha.&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/3943224630119201259-981903214066805787?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/981903214066805787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=981903214066805787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/981903214066805787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/981903214066805787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/06/midnight-slackers.html' title='Midnight Slackers.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-355847525126886953</id><published>2008-06-17T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T01:35:42.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RUNNERS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 young &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOTTIES&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*echo after echo af....*,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went down to the reservoir in the afternoon of June 18 '2008. Running so gracefully yet looks aggresive on the bloody rocky road. Captured on the scene running in slow-mo like bay watch. Randomly planned for that day, with the chilling wind yet blazing hot sun torched on to their soft and young skin. Perspiring, feeling and looking good at the same time. Sweaty and sexy i should say. The runners went on and on feeling neither tired nor weaken by the obstacle. With their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GODLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIGHTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEGENDARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; legs, nothing could stop the runners. They're &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INVINCIBLE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*echo*&lt;/span&gt;, they're &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNSTOPPABLE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*echo*,&lt;/span&gt; they help their mum*flat* -___-" , they ARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amsyar and Saufi..... *sounds of cricket*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha shiet, well i had a good-nice-long jog today and i feel really really great after the run. Legs are feeling light, heart rate is normal and yeah i bet i've loss a couple pounds after days of consuming junkies and letting them rot in my stomache. They say, you are what you eat, so i've been eating HOT, spicy and juicy food. I think you know what i mean *winks and guns with both hands*. nyahahaha ok crappyness to the power of 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I drank 100+ after running, copied Saufi nyeheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saufi's mind says: Amsyar copy cat sey~..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amsyar's mind says: .......... ..... .. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well that's the "lols" for the day. Chiaozzzz&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/3943224630119201259-355847525126886953?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/355847525126886953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=355847525126886953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/355847525126886953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/355847525126886953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/06/runners.html' title='THE RUNNERS.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-7508076403285497249</id><published>2008-06-12T23:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:21:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic sorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;She love me, she love me not... it kept going on and i did'nt get bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;She love me, she love me not... it has been so long being in my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;She love me, she love me not... i love you, i love you alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;She love me, she love me not... throw them petals in a pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;She love me, she love me not... *silence*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I understand you have your problems, and you just dont know what's bothering you. And i dont know either. I'll just give you your space for you to be happy and calm. Now that you're far from my reach and sight, i just want you to take good care of yourself. Not to say that i dont care about you or i won't miss you. Just that i'm left with nothing to do. I'm lost in a dark cave. I can't think of more, neither what can i do. I miss being together with you and there's no better words can describe it. You're a nice girl and that is what everyone should know. You still are. It's in you. And you're still the little cute girl who's always right under my very nose. Go live your life and be happy in which way you prefer. As long as you're happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every moment i still remember and were cherished. I just hope you still have the badge. It's the most simplest yet meaningful object that i've made for us. I mean not literaly make it, i just spent 2 bucks and the printing is my design. So, yeah you know.....I'm not rich to buy you something valuable. So the badge is what i can give for you to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211027836372627442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SFFKNT2pr_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jtF-OAYR7E0/s320/RAD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-7508076403285497249?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7508076403285497249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=7508076403285497249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7508076403285497249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7508076403285497249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/06/she.html' title='Classic sorrow.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SFFKNT2pr_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jtF-OAYR7E0/s72-c/RAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-1761270839633535703</id><published>2008-06-07T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:38:40.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaah~ great great GREAT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;YEEEPAH!~ Had a gig performance. After such a long time for me not being on the stage, heh. Well i must say i have a massive stage fright. It's like my second worst enemy. NERVOUS!. Haha but i got over it after a few songs. Really proud of Crackerjack They made my dream come true like Uuuuuuuh lala~. haha. I'm a little tired now but wth, i'm going to continue blogging jyeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well why would'nt i be tired like a lazy pig, i had to wake up early in the morning for my final driving theory test. I told you before i was going to nail it...but i did'nt. haha I am really disappointed in myself but fcuk im telling you im going to be driving by next year and that's for sure damn it. I hope haha. well there's alot of time. But still i have to concentrate on my school test,exams, projects and all. I must say my life is getting greater and greater. I feel like a new.....lad? haha. Oh that's for sure. Now i am really looking forward for CJ's next gig and i'm about to get use to all this exposure. I feel good yeah. Tapestry here we come~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back at homeclub, i get to see many bands with potential. I could'nt stop smiling to myself listen to them playing. I salute them! Man, i still have the chop stained on my hand haha. Guess i didnt had a proper shower nyahaha. But i smell GOOD! whee~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;To all who attended to our gig CJ thank you all for supporting and to people who appretiate our music. Check us out on myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wearecrackerjack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.myspace.com/wearecrackerjack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt; &lt; &lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SE1NoX06fEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/i90tWjSF9zg/s1600-h/HC+CJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209905699923590210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SE1NoX06fEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/i90tWjSF9zg/s400/HC+CJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok la i want to go Zzzzz... Good night gorgeous homos...love you all. xoxo from me to you peeps, if you dont want it give it back nyahahaha.&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/3943224630119201259-1761270839633535703?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1761270839633535703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=1761270839633535703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1761270839633535703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1761270839633535703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/06/aaaaah-nice.html' title='Aaaaah~ great great GREAT.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SE1NoX06fEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/i90tWjSF9zg/s72-c/HC+CJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-2892015830442065560</id><published>2008-05-30T19:40:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:57:38.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not the poetry guy.. But i'll try..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once i was told not to leave.. Knowing it was love not some crappy beef..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The chill i felt when it was said.. It went right into my head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;A reply was what being given by me.. I wont leave you so don't worry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The looks in her eyes seems teary.. Sincere and loyalty is what she seeks in me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Set it right in my very inner brain really fast.. She's going to be my first and the last..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;She knows im telling the truth.. She knows i am no goof.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's glad about knowing that our relationship won't just go *poof*.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Secrets were shared, cared and laughter we heard.. None were being kept in santa's beard.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Problems came by, i mean that's relationship right?.. But we talked things out to set things right.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Knowing that i am growing every single day.. So did love for her it did'nt just stay.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hurting her before yes i admit.. But i really have thought, learned and i am really sorry for it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;All i wanted was another chance for me to show her how much i care.. Not giving it to me it just seems unfair.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;All those memories just seems to fade in her.. All the things i did then and after.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Any chance if i saw what's coming which is happening now.. I would have left her in the first place to think of it somehow.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;But i did'nt and i 'm sure of why.. I kept my words and i did'nt lie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was disappointed, sad and mad about things that it made me say words that are harsh.. I know it's cruel and it won't really make a person blush..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forgive me or not, it's not what i think is going to change anything.. But forgiving and forgetting is by right the best thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;If now is what makes you happy, then a pair of good shoes i hand to you.. For the next journey that is made for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take care of yourself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Radiyanah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,that is all i can say to you.. I forgive you, i really do..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not easy to forget about our past.. God i really wanted us to last.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you just changed into someone i don't know.. Like a swan turning into a crow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really miss the old you.. I just can't say no more. we aint together we aint no boo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you wonder why, what or who.. It was all love from me to you.&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/3943224630119201259-2892015830442065560?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2892015830442065560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=2892015830442065560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2892015830442065560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2892015830442065560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-not-poetry-guy-but-ill-try.html' title='I&apos;m not the poetry guy.. But i&apos;ll try..'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-4356842181188361060</id><published>2008-05-28T17:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:31:46.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man now the pressure in school is like really building it's own army to take me down. Mentally challanging me. Oh the stress i can't take it ergh... Just had a farking aerospace physics test today and i did'nt even studied for it. I mean i did study just not hard enough to have the confidence of passing it. yeah... But hey it turned out quite easy and i guess i can score it pretty well nyeh. Now i have to get ready for another test coming next week, just 2 days before my gig. Stomache in my butterfly sey.. -__-".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nowadays i just seem to feel really sleepy and it's like getting harder for me to wake up. Why... Because now i sleep with two fans on me nyahaha. It's like heavan i tell you. The moment you on them and lay on MY bed its like, Aaaaaaaaah~ hahaha. Don't get the wrong idea i mean going to sleep ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well i am trying my best to move on now that she dont really need me anymore and i don't think she cares anymore. I think she's just busy or maybe someone new and better got into her life or something.. ermm yeah. That's fine, i have a life to live and i got better things to do. All i can say is for her to take care of herself. Yeah nothing much for me to say anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my, now i just remembered i have to study for my final driving theory test. Dang it i havent check the date and all. *Checking*... **** IT IT'S ON THE 7TH OF JUNE IDIOT! heh dramatic sey Amsyar.. Yeah great it's on the same day as my gig. Just perfect like really-really ****ed up. I got 76% for my E-trial test and it's considered failed. WHOOP~! I don't need to worry because i'm confident i'm going to nail it! 100% hell yeah! hahaha. err...ok.&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/3943224630119201259-4356842181188361060?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4356842181188361060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=4356842181188361060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4356842181188361060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4356842181188361060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part7)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-5085476614378798968</id><published>2008-05-22T16:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:03:01.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^%$$#@ Global Warming @#$$%^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well now you can tell that earth is warming up and doing some stretchings for a daily excercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-___-".. She's not perspiring but like fcuk itself, we are. Even when im asleep i can lose a few pounds you know. Perangai soo-oon seeeeyy~.. It's hard for me to fall asleep. I mean how i wish i can have a bite on that poison apple thingy, and fall asleep. tioaw... How many of you think that the heat is just too much? raise your hand up high so i can make a head count, ok 1..2...3 HAH! all of you think so too. Same uh! mcm papa jahat gitu kan?! hahaha k hush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;My point is, guys... please stop watching pornography while drinking iced lemon tea with no lemons in it. ok fark randomness. But serious peeps, i just have a feeling that the world is about to explode (like what my friend saufi mentioned in his blog). I mean if that's even possible to happen hahahar.. *sigh* If it really could, then i guess i better do something fun so that i got no regrets and die smiling. But if i'm already blown into pieces then you wont see me smiling i guess. hmm ya..... uh huh... [yup-yup-yippy-dee-yay (x2)... AMSYAR'S-NOT-GAY(x2)].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh god *praying*............................................................................ ................................ .................... ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sorry for this lame and random post.&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/3943224630119201259-5085476614378798968?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5085476614378798968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=5085476614378798968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5085476614378798968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5085476614378798968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/05/global-warming.html' title='^%$$#@ Global Warming @#$$%^'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-6398486380319606843</id><published>2008-05-19T17:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:42:19.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like OH MY GAAAAAWD!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SDFK_N9JXbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fKw0FT8ITzA/s1600-h/ESP-PS-2_MGO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202021494527974834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SDFK_N9JXbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fKw0FT8ITzA/s400/ESP-PS-2_MGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-6398486380319606843?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/6398486380319606843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=6398486380319606843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/6398486380319606843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/6398486380319606843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/05/like-oh-my-gaaaaawd.html' title='Like OH MY GAAAAAWD!~'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SDFK_N9JXbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fKw0FT8ITzA/s72-c/ESP-PS-2_MGO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-5685551817001625695</id><published>2008-05-15T13:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:31:28.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;My parents are treating me like a little fucking puppy who knows nothing about life. They think that i am still young and raw like i was years ago. Oh god please, why am i being tortured this way... i would rather be tortured physically. I mean at least i can die sooner or later after my body can't take the heat no more. Yaarh... I don't do drugs, i dont smoke and dont even think smoking is sinful but it's just bad for me and i know they won't like it if i smoke. I dont do anything that's going to lead me to the road of ruin. Most importantly i am not a WHORE! err haha -___-". That's because i can think for myself and i think about them too. But still i am being treated as if im doing something bad behind them mysteriously. When i keep to myself they say i hate them, when i talk they would say i am talking back to them. What am i to do then? If i were to be those kids who dont think straight, i would have ran away from home a long time ago... or maybe after writting this post...or maybe, just maybe this post would have never been posted since i've already ran away. Ok bullshit talk. I'm just fed up being treated like so. Above all that you people know what i mean right? Yes? No? i wont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm 19 for god sake. And it's the last year for me to be a teenager come on. Dont let me have the misery by your doings. Yeah i know you brought me to this world and yea i know i am your fucking son, but i'm not your life for you to run. I only get to live for only one time guys... How i wish i am your parents, and see how you feel about it when i do the things you did to me. If you guys cant handle me being like this then in the first place why did you guys even bother to bring me to life?! There's no meaning to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes i think it's better to be evil and bad because people just dont see it when you're nice or good or whatever the fuck it is. They only remember the bad things you've done to them.&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/3943224630119201259-5685551817001625695?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5685551817001625695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=5685551817001625695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5685551817001625695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5685551817001625695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/05/why.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-2032147682727812912</id><published>2008-05-01T11:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:31:47.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings for her...i still do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been 3 years.....3 years of knowing her and then we fell for each other. I have to say i remembered every moment of laughter, sorrow and almost everything you guys can ever imagine of when you're in love with a person so special. So special that you even can forget about the pain in the past and forget about the time you wish you were never been born. The every second smile given by her is like a hypnotising cursing spell. Making you smile as she smiles to you..... No problems in communicating, no awkward conversation. Every lame sentence or jokes were being accepted by both party and only laughter known to be the outcome..... No sense of shame and feeling comfortable being with each other. Sharing stories and telling secrets that is not even known by own family or friends, sharing problems and hope it could be settled by the help from one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since the first i fell for her, it really didnt stop. I really liked her. It was so comfortable being with her. Knowing her for soo long has made me feel that way. And i swear that was the first time in my whole life that i felt that way.That i speak from my heart. Ever since she got into my life, i have never thought about cheating her nor to hurt her. I have never even got attracted to any other girls. I did my best not to make her feel jealous or what so ever. I did my best to be a great guy for her and the best she could ever have. I did my best to treat her like someone very special and like she's my first priority. I just want her to be happy and myself to be happy with her. I did everything i could for her. Everything that i can afford to lose. I spent most of my time with her and honestly i dont mind because i felt happy and calm to have her right beside me. I loved her soo much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then things changed like as if the earth just exploded into peices in a blink of an eye. Shattering feelings inside of me which i hate when it happens when things just goes wrong. Especially when i try to make it better, it just wont be any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;She broke us up becuase i made a minor silly mistake.I said i was sorry and i knew the mistake i did. And i even told her how much i love her still. I even fetched her from work hoping that she knows my feelngs and how sorry i am. She did'nt even let me have the chance to change or make things better like before..... She didnt want any commitment she said... she's already tired to be in a relationship she said... she wants to study and concentrate she said... But in the end she told me she likes someone else. I kept thinking about it...how could she even do this to me. Just knowing that guy for a few weeks and she likes him. I mean i have known her for 4 years. And all this while she have been thinking about getting rid of me for another whoever. I don't understand. Her every reasons are her lies. Lies just to get me off her shoulders. I'm like a dandruff being swept away of her. I'm like a toy which she bought 4 years ago and now that there are new ones to play with, i'm being put away or worst thrown in the garbage. To be honest again, i dont feel like a toy but her shit. Being flushed and never to be seen again. I'm like the food she ate yesterday. Maybe that guy is just better than me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;After thinking about what she's done to me now, i dont think there's a need to ..... i dont even know what to say already. I am just speechless about what's going on now. I really miss being with her, i miss her as in who i loved before. I really do..&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/3943224630119201259-2032147682727812912?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2032147682727812912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=2032147682727812912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2032147682727812912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2032147682727812912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/05/feelings-for-heri-still-do.html' title='Feelings for her...i still do...'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-103120010127966221</id><published>2008-01-15T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:32:05.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY TO ME! YyyaaAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 15 January 2008 and i am feeling a little old i must say hah. Well it's my 19th birthday you see. The last year for me to be a teenager. daaaamn.. . Got to think of something to do lots of great things this year, how about collecting STICKERS! -___-" haha then that would be fun? yarh like never it was even fun to think about. To those who collect'em, i mean c'mon,i rather collect $$$. Hmm yah! back to telling a story about a kid who just turned 19 today.wootwoot!. nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;No celebrations though *sigh* but guess what!? I got a flying machine for my birthday present! hah. My favourite aunt gave me a remote control helicopter whee~, and you know what?. It can fly... yeah...duh. I know it's lame and boring but i like it so you shuddup bluek haha. And more presents...birthday msgs... .. . I mean why can't i get a car or what like that sweet 16 show on MTV??Why?! Hmm nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know i came up with this question that randomly pop up in my head. Here it goes. Why do we get presents during our birthday? Is there any sensible answer to that? Hit me! nyahahar!!! It's our mother who's suppose to get the special treat during our birthday you see, they were the one who had to carry the heavy load and it's a 9 month burden "pain" in the stomache. And this special treat is to remind them about us when you homos were a little maggot. You get what i mean right? Yeah i think you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I got nothing much to say anymore, until next time then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;At least give your mum a hug or a sweet little kiss on the cheek and thank them for birthing you..&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/3943224630119201259-103120010127966221?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/103120010127966221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=103120010127966221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/103120010127966221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/103120010127966221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-19th-birthday-to-me-yyyaaay.html' title='HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY TO ME! YyyaaAY!'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-330476103543750786</id><published>2008-01-01T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:32:27.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long '2007', hello '2008'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, another year has passed and what's left are memories for us to remember. People all around the world are celebrating, singing, dancing, drinking and whatever more there is to say which i can say about 95% of the activities are sinful hell yeah haha. I just had my first drink and toilet break for the year hah yeah how wonderful. -___-". Have'nt done any sins for the moment but soon. =) Hey hey no one is perfect ok. Blargh! common excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last day of the year 2007 and i thought it would be great to hang out around town with me friends but since no one had plans, i thought about having a special time with "her" as in the 2 of us going out to watch some fire at work and countdown till it's 2008. "Firework" heh. But she just tore me apart and just left me disappointed. I should'nt say more, all i can say is that she rather stay home then spending the time with me on the last day of the year that only comes ones every bloody 12 farking month. Well it's too late to complain because... aah you know what i mean, it's just too late. I'll just hope that 31st December 2008, i get to... again you get the point. Nevermind yesterday, it's a new year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here i am wishing people all around the world a very happy new year and please, save the earth, reuse, reduce, recycle, remind your friends and families to do so too. Hah crap shit i am still old me. Well i guess some things dont change even it's a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;from me to all, CHEERS!&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/3943224630119201259-330476103543750786?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/330476103543750786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=330476103543750786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/330476103543750786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/330476103543750786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-long-2007-hello-2008.html' title='So long &apos;2007&apos;, hello &apos;2008&apos;!'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-1419443261958520441</id><published>2007-11-23T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:32:45.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>System Online.hah ok what nonsense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey hey hey PEOPLE!! how y'all been doin aye? GREAT ISNT IT!?! garh!!!!.. haaaa... Ye ye O lvl is finally over and only now i remebered i have "a" blog to update..... Now that i remembered, here i am, typing nonsense for your entertainment.hmm... ok. yeah..... hah. Does'nt matter. So... it's been cool, not having to wake up early to go to school. No teanag. Means teachers nagging, i just made that word up bahaha shiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Errr... yarh!in the afternoon i banged my head on the back door of a van yeehaa! and now i have a bumb on the top of me head. Care to see the stitches i just got? nyehehe Just kidding. There was no cut just a massive headache right now,feeling loopy loco and i'm worried it might be fractured. hmm yeah. There's a dent on my head though. It was sooo silly of me, next time dont msg while walking by the car park. Because you would probably be looking down to your phone not knowing some IDIOT might leave their back door dangerously wide open. A van, yeah. STUPID PERSON!! AND ME TOO! STUPID ME FOR NOT LOOKING &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;UP-STRAIGHT!&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;. Ok ok, im just glad i'm still capable of using my head to even write this blog. Forgive me if i talk a little crappy, might be the effects of the incident dang it. But for sure im not crazy OK?! haha mmm ok i sound crazy. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well it's holiday for me now and been searching for part time job, but havent got one yet. And certainly i dont feel like i'm having a holiday, it's more like holy-dey?!(in indian accent).heh ok that was random. Even without any job, i can still plan to buy stuff and spend money on junkies how extraodinary is that!? haha. Not only planned, i did! I even just got home from playing lan gaming with my cousie and spent a farking $7.23 cents for 4 hours woohoo! haha. But after thinking back, it's not like i always do it, only ones per day!! garhahaha..... ok enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-___-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*. I am out of words and the pain on my head is really coming back to make me suffer again. THE HORROR!!!!!. Haiya.. Don't you people pity me huh? why must it be me?? why?! ok being dramatic now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Much love, take care and updating soon. If i have nothing better to do hah. errr ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ps; Dont be silly like me. It hurts you know. &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/3943224630119201259-1419443261958520441?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1419443261958520441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=1419443261958520441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1419443261958520441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1419443261958520441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2007/11/system-onlinehah-ok-what-nonsense.html' title='System Online.hah ok what nonsense.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-3627162836049652887</id><published>2007-09-04T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:34:07.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crackertouille? nyeh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wuluwuluwulu~ hahah yeah! Went jah-ming today with Crackerjack at L-Cube (Tanjong Pagar) heh. Guys were all tired and hungry haha, all had'nt had any meal yet. So the voice of the boys look gloomy and by the look from their face, you can tell their belly is empty hah. Crackerjack has accomplished around 7-8 songs and planning to produce an album soon enough. After jam, we head around dhoby ghaut to hunt places to take a few of band pics. DAMN-LY tiring as we walked and i was carrying a bloody damn heavy bass on me shoulder and not forgetting my beg pack. YORH! WITH AN EMPTY BELLY!. I didnt even had a sip of H2O. Top that. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some photos taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crackerjack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106286235929911106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rt0sRv4Rn0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/NSsm_f0Px14/s320/cj2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rt0tk_4Rn4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/LfmuzR7Nqas/s1600-h/cj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106287666154020738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="154" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rt0tk_4Rn4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/LfmuzR7Nqas/s200/cj1.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rt0tWP4Rn3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/YA-aL0BE87E/s1600-h/cj5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106287412750950258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rt0tWP4Rn3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/YA-aL0BE87E/s200/cj5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rt0uMf4Rn5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/YgiQPDkEvOg/s1600-h/cj4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106288344758853522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rt0uMf4Rn5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/YgiQPDkEvOg/s200/cj4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rt0uYP4Rn6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/eH3FFakSHvo/s1600-h/cj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106288546622316450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rt0uYP4Rn6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/eH3FFakSHvo/s320/cj3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah that's about it because after that i had to rush back to Tampines to meet Little Miss Sunshine of mine. After 5 days not having her around me, i can go LOCO! I then went seperate ways with my band and get a train ride to Tampines. Sleepy, sloppy,slacky and hungry, the moment i reached my destiny i get to meet me honey. yeehaa there you go, I can naturally rap you know haha -__-".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Met little cupcake around 6+ and bought 2 tickets for RATATOUILLE. Our show starts at 9.35, before that we went to Mcdonald to get something to eat. There's a goblin in my stomache hunger for food hah. Mcspicy really makes my tummy's day hah. I could feel the Iced lemon tea slidding down my dried up throat. Aaah... haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To burn time until our show starts, we went to 'toys-r-us' haha and played with toys whee! Felt young again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;At 9.30 we got to our seats in the cinema and.....(2 hours later).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hah the show was bloody damn mangkok periuk sendok kuali fork and spoon AWESOME! The graphic was great and the part where the robots transform and fight each other ... no no wait that is transformers haha. The scene was at Paris and although its animated, the scenery still look bombastically realistic. haha. It's humour i cannot forget, haha i remember there's one part where i could'nt stop myself from laughing. hahahahahahahahahahahahah. It's a MUST WATCH show. Go go go! hah or just wait for the DVD or VCD nyahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rt00QP4Rn7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6y3pyk5gKM/s1600-h/rat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106295006253129650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rt00QP4Rn7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6y3pyk5gKM/s320/rat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;All &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hail&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;rat&lt;/span&gt; that&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; cooks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The show ends at 11.30, yeah around there, so it's a 2 hours show, and it's worth the cash spent. Of all the actions for today, i'm glad that i got to meet my cute little cupcake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Satisfying day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-3627162836049652887?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/3627162836049652887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=3627162836049652887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3627162836049652887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/3627162836049652887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2007/09/crackertatouille-nyeh.html' title='Crackertouille? nyeh.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rt0sRv4Rn0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/NSsm_f0Px14/s72-c/cj2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-4186743260586123373</id><published>2007-06-23T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:34:31.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouh wouh,very very tired but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yo yo homosapiens yorh! I am so tired right now but... haha i had a hell of a time today. A tiring one though. I woke up early today to avoid oversleeping hah. Adlan asked me to be their sessionist for his band Crackerjack and went for a session today but in the end, I was being asked to join the band. Yeah i'm happy alright. Crackerjack play awesome music. After thinking for quite awhile, i decided to join and be their bassist. heh. But i'm still in Anna Therma, a band which rocks my...boxers?haha . So for now, i'm in 2 different bands. Go go Anna Therma! ok fcukass shut your stinking mouth grrr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I met Adlan and Saufi at Tampines MRT station and then head to douby ghaut, that how i spell it? Argh who cares hah. Had'nt had my breakfast in the morning and my stomach felt like there's a goblin in it scratching its way out. -___-" baha. Well i forgot all that when i got to taste the sound of an instrument played by me hah. After such a looooong time not going for any sessions with my band. At last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;(O&lt;em&gt;k Raduyanah just called me and told me she's tired, and now she's already asleep i guess hah&lt;/em&gt;.)Ala lala cute. Yeah i know who cares... Well this is my blog i can TYPE DOWN WHATEVER I WANT, YOU SE-TUPID! hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;After 2 hours of jamming... 1 and a half i think??... I head back to Tampines to meet my MOMOK! Very scary momok, sharp teeth made to bite lips, long hair made to slash innocent people. K k k crab. i mean crap Mmmm... huahuahua. We went to Changi to feed me empty belly. I ordered Nasi LOmak. Enak banget! Means it's nice. Bloody damn nice. Yeah nice... *drools*... nyahaha. Done with the LOmak thing. Momok bought Coconut drink and myself, coke in packet... to suck on it on the way to the bitch..beach? It's beach you bitch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So many people were there at the beach. We had trouble to get a place to lay our sexy butts on. So we just took a slow walk by the beach where all the pakciks are fishing haha, and at last we got a spot beside someone's tent and set up our own tent and picnic stuff. Nah just joking. We then watched Drake and Josh the movie on my PSP yeah! hah funny and a lame ass show. Aaah the warm embrace i can't forget. A sweet view of the sea and damn it the smokes of people BBQing spoils the bloody mood hah. Had some joke cracking among us and the "mouth-fart" heh. Well that you people might not understand, it's just between the both of us huek! Proot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The warm and cute little hand i hold that moment and the time we spent and had together i will never forget. It shall be cherish and remembered and never lost in my mind. That i have to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went home around 9+ and i reached home around 11+. Had really great fun and laughter today. I would say it's a bloody awesome day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you ♥Radiyanah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-4186743260586123373?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/4186743260586123373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=4186743260586123373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4186743260586123373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/4186743260586123373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2007/06/wouh-wouhvery-very-tired-but.html' title='Wouh wouh,very very tired but...'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-2708425359399800027</id><published>2007-06-14T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:32:05.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tada! am i happy? No. It has been 3 days since i last talk,speak or msg with her man. Feeling like a lonely primeape eating bananas and making splits with it. Banana splits i mean. Ok what nonsense hah. I have been doing absolutely nothing after she left Singapore last tuesday. No one to msg with, talk with, or even play with.. Family? WORKING!. I only played PSP the whole day till night. Yeah like a fcukass. I feel sad for myself. Sorry Dinie Amsyar. I know you miss her soo much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Luckily my cat "Hansem" was there for me. I played with him. Hell yeah it was great fun!! -___-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently listening to music while updating my shit. Anthem part2 by blink 182. woohoo them legends. Been a long while since i last listened to their songs. Speaking about music... I kinda miss performing. My band is going MIA for a while until our exams are over. Curse you exams!. Well you guys can check out my band profile. Go ahead and click on "Anna-Therma" on my web links. We got pornography in our page.Go check it out YEAH! hah joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm haaa... suppose to go to school today to continue painting on my canvas. It's only half done damn it. I felt too sleepy and could'nt open up me heavy eyelids. Felt like couple of pounds weight have been hung to it. Then i was like, " aah there is still tmr or next week". heh. Lazy peeps like me need a WHACK! right in the face. I mean, wake up! when will you not be lazy?!?! hah. Well i have the answer to that. NEVER! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Sniffsniff* what's cooking? my eyes! hah. I've been planting myself infront of the computer since noon man. And my eyes are... you know what i'm trying to say. Well see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I miss my ♥Little Cupcake... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-2708425359399800027?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2708425359399800027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=2708425359399800027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2708425359399800027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2708425359399800027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2007/06/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part6)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-1680352892404209052</id><published>2007-06-04T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:37:50.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa truely Singapura.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been a long while since i last had my foot stepped on the land of Pulau Belakang Mampos, which is also known as Sentosa. Yeah i went there yesterday with my whole family. A last minute plan though. If not i would have went out to meet ♥Radiyanah. I am really dissappointed of myself. I could tell she was really bored and lonely. The least i could do was msg her. But she did'nt want to interrupt my enjoyable time. Thank you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;As soon as i reached there, i was like a village kid "jakon", Sentosa have really changed soo much and i barely recognise it. I thought i was in Disneyland or something hah crap. The worst thing there, looking at fat uncle's being half naked. They thought they still have the tight figure body they use to have. I think. Well whatever it is i still had a great time. And the best thing is that the weather was just perfect. Not too hot and obviously never cold. What do you think we're in europe or somthing? heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOjpHR8avI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rrcl_PDJiH4/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072077532073585394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOjpHR8avI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rrcl_PDJiH4/s320/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wondering about the pose? Well i slipped and fell on the stairs. hah joking. Felt a little bored though at that moment, everyone was busy doing their own thing and i walked around taking pictures. Credit to my cousin Amri for taking the picture for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOkkXR8awI/AAAAAAAAAEU/y_Beun_BvJI/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072078549980834562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOkkXR8awI/AAAAAAAAAEU/y_Beun_BvJI/s320/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;There he is, My little couzy wouzy named Amri. My photographer for the day haha. Thank you... you little monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOmF3R8axI/AAAAAAAAAEc/R3NhTHy-YyM/s1600-h/DSC00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072080225018080018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOmF3R8axI/AAAAAAAAAEc/R3NhTHy-YyM/s320/DSC00074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The disgusted face after seeing fat uncle's haha.Feed me mummy i'm hungry! The greatest thing of all. Went there with an empty stomach.hah. i was groaning same goes my stomach. I've never felt soo hungry comparing to every other single day which i also felt hungry but the hungeryness did'nt felt as how i felt the hunryness on that day. -___-" It's a tougue twister, go try it haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The main purpose of going there was to try the sky clingy thingy i don't know what they call it and the "LUGE". Woohoo it was as fun as hell. It was WICKED!. But before riding the luge, i must first climb up riding on the sky clingy thingy which i don't know what they call it. Here is a picture of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOov3R8ayI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hrVbc_QWECQ/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072083145595841314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOov3R8ayI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hrVbc_QWECQ/s320/DSC00949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who took the picture? Well i asked a favour from one of the Pontianak around the jungle area to snap the picture for us. Cool aye? haha nonsense. It's scary hanging up high, you can tell by the reaction my aunt show while smiling at the camera and hands holding tight to the seat. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOqJ3R8azI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wWpsgEhAbLA/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072084691784067890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOqJ3R8azI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wWpsgEhAbLA/s200/DSC00936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOqVXR8a0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/q17UDB0Avqo/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072084889352563522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOqVXR8a0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/q17UDB0Avqo/s200/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOqm3R8a1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KBCKKvsg2hs/s1600-h/DSC00935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072085190000274258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOqm3R8a1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KBCKKvsg2hs/s200/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are taking a risk if you're wearing slippers while you're on it. You might lose one of your slippers if you're not careful. Or maybe both. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOsnXR8a2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/tOB9oCdFhbg/s1600-h/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072087397613464418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOsnXR8a2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/tOB9oCdFhbg/s200/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;??? Mini thrash truck? hahaha. That my friend, is the LUGE. Let me repeat... "THE LUGE!". There, that sounds better. hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOyqnR8a5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qu7IAZmNC_w/s1600-h/DSC00931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072094050517805970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOyqnR8a5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qu7IAZmNC_w/s200/DSC00931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOy2nR8a6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qmXEWY8TQ90/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072094256676236194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOy2nR8a6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qmXEWY8TQ90/s200/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So are you game? Many people tried, and many people died. They did'nt make it to the finishing line. Yeah i know... crap haha. It was TOTALLY EXTREMELY AWESOME! Better than chocolate hotfudge sundays! You ride on it, you grip on it, you move on it down hill and never ever put the brakes on. Just go and drop it like it's hot till the end of the line. Then it would be very satisfying. Hell yeah. I went on it twice and by the second try, we don't need to Q up to get on the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was fun and great alright... After a long day of fun, we went to newton to have a nice meal to feel up me empty belly. The fun i had made me forget how hungry i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And i am still game for another round of LUGE. Yeehaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-1680352892404209052?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/1680352892404209052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=1680352892404209052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1680352892404209052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/1680352892404209052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2007/06/sentosa-truely-singapura.html' title='Sentosa truely Singapura.'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmOjpHR8avI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rrcl_PDJiH4/s72-c/DSC00945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-5774832331330642163</id><published>2007-06-03T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:29:18.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays trip to.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJhZ3R8akI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wRql9AC482k/s1600-h/DSC02993edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071723227336436290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJhZ3R8akI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wRql9AC482k/s200/DSC02993edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Disneyland! yup it was great alright... Being in school! holidays my ass!. I have to go to school for 2 weeks, to revise all my studies. *sigh*. Don't cry for me ARGENTINA!... haha k shuddup. Well you know, that's the way of life... IN SINGAPORE!. How sad it is. You spend most of your life looking at words on papers and stuff like that. But everything we do have its benefits. So i think i can bare it. For 2 weeks yoh! hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crazy people do crazy things, so this are pictures of them crazy peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJjrnR8anI/AAAAAAAAADM/T05IattTpcg/s1600-h/We+are+gangsters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071725731302369906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJjrnR8anI/AAAAAAAAADM/T05IattTpcg/s320/We+are+gangsters.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, these are the gangsters in the school. Be &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt;... be &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;very afraid&lt;/span&gt;. hah lame.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJicXR8alI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TNpVtCoLhwU/s1600-h/DSC00025edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071724369797737042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJicXR8alI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TNpVtCoLhwU/s200/DSC00025edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJkvnR8apI/AAAAAAAAADc/dKOX2uM3pQo/s1600-h/DSC02925edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071726899533474450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJkvnR8apI/AAAAAAAAADc/dKOX2uM3pQo/s200/DSC02925edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJkI3R8aoI/AAAAAAAAADU/VBgvFQqvWmM/s1600-h/DSC02972edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071726233813543554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJkI3R8aoI/AAAAAAAAADU/VBgvFQqvWmM/s320/DSC02972edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Various attitudes at different scenes. Jackass Kids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Amelia is not satisfied, she can't get the"K" on the calculator) HAHAHA dig it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJmdnR8arI/AAAAAAAAADs/BZHB6y1tAQM/s1600-h/DSC02984edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071728789319084722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJmdnR8arI/AAAAAAAAADs/BZHB6y1tAQM/s320/DSC02984edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bunch of dickheads.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJoKHR8asI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-h-h2H09Dqw/s1600-h/BrainBlast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071730653334891202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJoKHR8asI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-h-h2H09Dqw/s320/BrainBlast.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be a smart ass, no adobe photoshop? use PAINT! hah. -___-&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJo63R8atI/AAAAAAAAAD8/K-6nPUrWNPc/s1600-h/DSC00034edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071731490853513938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJo63R8atI/AAAAAAAAAD8/K-6nPUrWNPc/s320/DSC00034edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Justice League&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From left- She-Hulk, Captain Britain, The Black Rose, Girl Gore, Super Girl, Kittyman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJqzHR8auI/AAAAAAAAAEE/U_EEEk_UKlc/s1600-h/DSC00032edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071733556732783330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJqzHR8auI/AAAAAAAAAEE/U_EEEk_UKlc/s320/DSC00032edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And together... 1 family of bloody fools.&lt;/strong&gt; hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok bitches enough joke. Well although school is boring but with friends, life in school is much better. Or i should say great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Photos(Credit to Bal.). And i ♥love my momok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-5774832331330642163?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/5774832331330642163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=5774832331330642163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5774832331330642163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/5774832331330642163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2007/06/holidays-trip-to.html' title='Holidays trip to.....'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RmJhZ3R8akI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wRql9AC482k/s72-c/DSC02993edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-7516416380385171454</id><published>2007-05-29T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T16:39:42.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yo mofos! It has been a while since i last update my blog. hah. What can i say?, busy la. Well i just had my "O" lvl malay paper last 2 days and god it's a relieve. I'm hoping for a B3 or an A2 maaan. C'mon maaan i want to pass la sey... haha. Paper 1 made me squeeze all the juice out of my brain. Lucky paper 2 came from heaven, by that i mean it was blessed and most of the kids in school were happy about it because it was quite easy. I think. -___-" . Whatever it is, thank you god for pimping my malay paper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now i'm trying to finish up my art prep work. I'm on my colour scheme now but my layouts are not satisfying and my sketches are not enough. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here are some pictures of my undone colour schemes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069890944376666834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rlve89WKetI/AAAAAAAAACE/SQkBrKuZOF0/s320/DSC00879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nature is the topic that i chose and so this is the shit that i drew and this would be my final choice of layout. I'm still struggling to choose my final colour.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RlvdttWKeqI/AAAAAAAAABs/XAnU5szMThg/s1600-h/DSC00876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069889582872033954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RlvdttWKeqI/AAAAAAAAABs/XAnU5szMThg/s200/DSC00876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rlvd-tWKerI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dOAWuJI5s_Q/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069889874929810098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rlvd-tWKerI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dOAWuJI5s_Q/s200/DSC00877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069889307994126994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/RlvddtWKepI/AAAAAAAAABk/tPqoMvyx15o/s200/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;1st to last&gt;&gt;&gt; (currently working on the one with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) Heeyeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can make wonders with just colour pencils. It's awesome. Grab it and colour. That's all. Haha lame ass me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well now where were we? Oh yeah i just made a new EZ link card and a new identification card. Got my EZ link and have to wait 1 month for my IC to be ready. Daaaaamn... I miss my wallet...and the stuffs in it... *cry*. Ok i'm cool, i'm cool. hah Well whatever it is i'll have a new face on my card. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HUEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hmm... I did'nt go to school today, had to wait for an engineer to fix up my washing machine. And in the end, he only took about a couple of minutes to fix the stupid COVER of the machine. Which is why the machine won't ****ing spin!!!. And i had to stay home and miss my extra lessons in school. I thought it was going to be great staying home, i guess i thought wrong. Feeling totally bored right now and warm... and warm... yeah warm. hah. No shows on tv, no mood to study, no Radiyanah beside me and no cupcakes. Omg i'm going to pass out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I miss my ♥momok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-7516416380385171454?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7516416380385171454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=7516416380385171454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7516416380385171454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7516416380385171454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2007/05/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling_29.html' title='yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! (part5)'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rlve89WKetI/AAAAAAAAACE/SQkBrKuZOF0/s72-c/DSC00879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-2965092214610610432</id><published>2007-05-13T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:28:56.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What luck?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay!!! guess what?! i lost my wallet.......... yarh sad i know. I lost it yesterday and i have no idea what happened to it. I dropped it somewhere maybe? I don't know. Well i lost $50+, my IC, EZ link card and many more... Curse you whoever gets my wallet!!!. I think i dropped my wallet around Haugang Mall, so if anyone of you found any wallet, please contact this number ( 92228334 ), it's a Nike &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wallet. Inside it there will be band tags and stuff. You want the wallet? Go ahead and take it but all the stuff inside, GIVE IT TO ME!hah. But i know my money is for sure to be gone. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;grr~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well i had just made a police report this morning. I'm still feeling moody right now and i am broke right now so sorry friends, can't treat you guys. hah. It has been a f*** ass day for me this past 2 days... shit luck. My damn father make this situation a laughing matter. Trying to make jokes about &lt;em&gt;silly&lt;/em&gt; me losing me wallet. "&lt;em&gt;ha ha soo funny&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily and i was about to head back home from there. My sister and my aunt were there too. We waited for taxi in the rain, oh yeah. haha. And there's this one taxi driver who i really need to give a massive smack down. The taxi was available and noone was in it. The moment he saw us drenched, he quickly set the taxi "On Call". Like as if we don't know he was trying to avoid us from getting into his taxi. Lucky i was in a crappy mood that moment, if not i would.......... yeah. hahaha ok blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Next time you want to get a taxi, make sure you're dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943224630119201259-2965092214610610432?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/2965092214610610432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=2965092214610610432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2965092214610610432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/2965092214610610432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-luck.html' title='What luck?!'/><author><name>Amsyar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15647550832371730814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1etBxctwxDo/SJE82Mx5-RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpir_NyDT58/S220/amsyar+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943224630119201259.post-7342286791683786714</id><published>2007-05-07T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:34:45.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i'm TELLING! (part4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah yeah how are you doing folks out there? haha yeah i'm fine too -___-".. ok cut the crap. *sigh*..... (after a few decades). Boredom boredom boredom. I'm like a wild kid hanging by the street.. got some money to stop by a shop full of sweet.. if you think i'm slacky then why doncha come and spank mee.. But if you think i'm COOLie-woolie then come listen to me storiee. wouhwouh horrible rap i got there. Well i guess i'll hang my thoughts of becomin A NiGGA! haha. BOOM CHIKIT! ~Rewind~*body-flow* eeirots em ot netsil emoc neht eiloow-eiLOOC m'i kniht uoy fi tuB ..eem knaps dna hahah ok seriously stop it sey haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;As usual, warm and crappy day for me. When one is crappy the other goes woopie! heh. Well had my Englsh paper 2 and Physics paper today. It was cool i could answer the questions. yeah. Oh yeah... i did answer the questions! Hooray! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;0&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; .k lame. Then after that i thought of watching spiderman 3 but then me and Rad decided that we stay home and study for tmrs SA. Curse you exams! You make my teenage life miserable. Hell to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And yarh speaking of miserable. There are lots of miserable kids out there who are just lonely and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; to tag on blogs(*****). Not just tagging, they destroy the wonder creation of god!. Bad attitudes be gone!. Why must there be such losers on earth! Those annonymous creatures likes to say things that are either [NC]16 or maybe sometimes [M18]. I mean dudes! bitches! there are kids online you Motha F******!. oops did i just said that? yeah i just said that.hah ok &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CRAP!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You peeps think you're perfect to say things about another person? yeah? yeah? Well FYI... noone is perfect.. even me, myslef and i. *silence*..... *sounds of crickets*..... .... ... .. . Bloody Pest! Haah ok i'm calm now. I may talk thrash but you guys know what i'm trying to say hah. Rather than doing lame and pathetic stuff, why dont you go and make your own suicide videos of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061743560418659922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1etBxctwxDo/Rj7s8y7gDlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0o8cdQY8Nok/s320/Image081+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;rip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;fleshy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;limbs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;apart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with you creatures...&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/3943224630119201259-7342286791683786714?l=dinieamsyar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/feeds/7342286791683786714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943224630119201259&amp;postID=7342286791683786714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7342286791683786714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943224630119201259/posts/default/7342286791683786714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinieamsyar.blogspot.com/2007/05/yeah-yeah-who-asked-well-im-telling_07.html' title='Yeah? yeah? who asked? well i&apos;m TELLING! 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