<?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-13302375</id><updated>2011-10-01T19:36:22.120+08:00</updated><category term='2011'/><category term='new years'/><title type='text'>Hidden Gangs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7775426055807827669</id><published>2011-01-04T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T02:13:50.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been awhile since I've had any form of interaction with you, I'll click on the 'hiddengangs' link on the info section of my facebook profile about once a fortnight. Truth be told, I was never that great at keeping interest at anything for long periods of time, so even as we're about 3 days in to the year 2011, I thought I'd do a impromptu resolutions list up here. This way, etched in the cyber world I guess it'll serve me as  a good reminder to reach the goals that I'm about to set for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too long ago when the clock hit the 12a.m that marked the close of 2010 and the beginning of 2o11, now to many out there new years resolutions we're probably planned hours in advanced, panning out, setting a direction for where 2011 would take them, for me? nah... I really never was that kind of guy anyway. Because it was only 3 days ago I completely remember my only one resolution for the year, that was for me to be the man that God had intended for me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Looking back on 2010, it was the worst and best of times. Friendships built also friendships that fell apart.My moments of success and also failure, the times I felt on top of the world and also the times I cried out to God for help. Failures and also victory when it came to setting my priorities: church over clubbing, basketball over studies, girls over studies. At the end of the day, what I've learnt from 2010 would be to set goals for myself, reachable, attainable goals. So when I said that I wasn't that kind of guy earlier on, guess 2011's the time to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey it's getting late. I'll post up my list another day, that is if I keep the motivation to do it of course:P&lt;br /&gt;But till then, to the limited amount of readers who read this blog for not just sheng but for me, (yes I know it's self inflicted and i do need to blog more)I wish you a very happy, slightly belated new year. May it be a great one to us all:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Gideon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-7775426055807827669?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7775426055807827669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7775426055807827669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>gideon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537710956517674645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-8452851356746414551</id><published>2010-11-30T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:44:33.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown: 23</title><content type='html'>Now it seems every time I go abroad it's always "outer space" :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-8452851356746414551?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8452851356746414551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8452851356746414551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/11/countdown-23.html' title='Countdown: 23'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-3624569088968472035</id><published>2010-09-22T16:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:23:52.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away from electronic;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TJm88brThqI/AAAAAAAAA1A/M4huWZSBzgk/s1600/Sky_Sailing-_An_Airplane_Carried_Me_to_Bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519650564726818466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TJm88brThqI/AAAAAAAAA1A/M4huWZSBzgk/s400/Sky_Sailing-_An_Airplane_Carried_Me_to_Bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;strangely enough it was the electronics that lured me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with me or against me now zim?:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like we feed off each other's visitor's count ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. Reminds me of  "Konan's" power, naruto fans:d&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-3624569088968472035?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3624569088968472035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3624569088968472035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/09/away-from-electronic.html' title='Away from electronic;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TJm88brThqI/AAAAAAAAA1A/M4huWZSBzgk/s72-c/Sky_Sailing-_An_Airplane_Carried_Me_to_Bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-673905036170394112</id><published>2010-09-17T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T09:46:32.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing</title><content type='html'>think I speak for both of us;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this all goes as memoirs when 2010 ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy days all(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps a new one when life throws me a fresh catch ey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hiddengangs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-673905036170394112?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/673905036170394112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/673905036170394112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/09/closing.html' title='Closing'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7250552404153733649</id><published>2010-09-03T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T17:03:32.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Craze;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TIC5nUHagOI/AAAAAAAAA0I/MFnMtX5TRhY/s1600/ipod-touch-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512610028967330018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TIC5nUHagOI/AAAAAAAAA0I/MFnMtX5TRhY/s400/ipod-touch-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TIC5nGj7geI/AAAAAAAAA0A/w1w1MEstHEI/s1600/Macbook%2520pro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512610025328837090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TIC5nGj7geI/AAAAAAAAA0A/w1w1MEstHEI/s400/Macbook%2520pro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TIC5mixofRI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ycb4ccbbezM/s1600/112320-white_iphone_4_views.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512610015722634514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TIC5mixofRI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ycb4ccbbezM/s400/112320-white_iphone_4_views.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a real disease, &amp;amp; I thought I was immune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ajsdflawhefiahfsjahdb!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&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/13302375-7250552404153733649?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7250552404153733649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7250552404153733649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/09/apple-craze.html' title='Apple Craze;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TIC5nUHagOI/AAAAAAAAA0I/MFnMtX5TRhY/s72-c/ipod-touch-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-2542512321243072858</id><published>2010-08-14T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:56:44.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cure (failure III) – “Adventures”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TGa8gMitqrI/AAAAAAAAAzw/_UiGoRo8rKQ/s1600/Ratchet_and_Clank_cover_by_weslouie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TGa8gMitqrI/AAAAAAAAAzw/_UiGoRo8rKQ/s400/Ratchet_and_Clank_cover_by_weslouie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505294855815670450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back in the days, Gid &amp;amp; I (well to be honest it was all Gid who was the inventor &amp;amp; I bestowing this title as of now) formulated a concoction to inhibit what we in this day and age call, “emoness”. Till this very hour the secret ingredients have always been a good swig of basketball, intense and brutal, coupled with a dose of the infamous “bad day” by Daniel Powter. Ideally this was a fantastic remedy, never failing and sufficient enough to drown whatever it was in heavy concentrations. It was “The Cure” and frankly, I think we’re the only two patients that suit such a formula. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As of today, I would like to add one more flavour into our beloved Cure – Adventure. I’m sure I speak for many of you who are possibly reading this, but it was always intriguing how every Friday (give or take) Zim and Arjun would disappear down the school gates and onto the highway. Of course there are other side stories that are more epic in nature, but it’s a shame I missed out on them nonetheless. SO, this summer, I’ve been running, walking, going places via foot with Zim as Arjun now resides in Germany, homesick! Why the term “adventure”? well for one thing, we travel by foot, perhaps deemed ridiculous in such a small country, but hey; wo-men poor:P it’s unexpected, highways to run, roundabouts to cross, crazy drivers, we’re crazy, drains, concrete walls, &amp;amp; DUH! Their forests everywhere i.e. shortcuts :D Oh, if you’re really really unlucky dogs and someone you absolutely wouldn’t wanna cross paths with=X &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You blacken, you get tired, you’re pushed, you’re in pain, you just end up being rustic and low down, literally poor, &amp;amp; yea kinda gives you adrenaline XXX. I guess you’d describe it as adrenaline with a twist of craze XD Anyhoots, I shan’t banter no more, here’s the juicy part of the post!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wednesday? Well Tuesday, went over to Zims to organize the adventure of a lifetime. He was quite disappointed with the lack of aid I required after Monday, heh, so much for “emotional support” ey?:P naw, the adventure was the support in disguise, beats me why I wasn’t as cliché as I was suppose to be…Imma Stevens:D Plan A was to go on a night adventure, it was already 10, perfect timing for creepy things to lurk the roads, well swamps of Zims neighbourhood…BUT, Ismene and Shawny were leaving us in 24 hours, so we cut back to Plan B – stay awake all night, follow zims mom to school, see our peeps off, and head off to Meragang Beach, mom keeps on going on about it so I thought we’d check it out(: Sojo was suppose to join us, but gahh, bumface fell asleep….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh just from a geographer’s point of view whilst planning this trip, we mapped out our routes as usual. Check it out on google maps, it's basically from the utmost western part of brunei to the tipping point of the peninsular where BSB is. difficult to imagine? well I'll throw in a map when I'm not feeling lazy=X&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So it all starts on the highway from the airport to Gadong, Meragang beach was pulled off due to unexpected weightyness of fatigue. It’s a long and boresome road, and gradually we became extremely tired within minutes of the journey, so we called Min, who eventually cancelled and told us she wasn’t coming…so we puffed up and continued. Eventually we found a makeshift shack under some trees, and despite the fear of being bashed up and thrown into the undergrowth after goodness-knows-what by who-knows-who, we decided to take a rest, only to find a nest of red ants having beaten us as did the sun beat on our backs. So you can imagine the warmth of the day that when we finally reach the river/drain leading into the RBRC, it was incredibly enticing to jump in. Exactly what we wanted to do – heck it was an adventure anyways, signs of life we’re fishes and birds further upstream, however we refrained since we presumed Min was still on her way. A definite challenge to be conquered though, really didn’t look harmless at all….cause the water was murky and brown…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon reaching G-town, we find ourselves heading directly to the Cineplex and just crashing on the steps to the free “movie” of trailers. Goodness, we must’ve sat there for at least 45 minutes resting before finally realizing that our stomachs were creating soundeffects of their own! So best plan ever…we basically had &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;11&lt;/b&gt; dollars to split between us two. That left us with a very limited choice of what lunch should be like…(it was pass 12 so C.A.M. didn’t offer roti which was only 80 cents!!!!) so master plan – run to SKH, grab the most awesomest nasi katok, head in to SKH for those 50 cents pepsi bottled drinks (I’m sure you’d have noticed how pepsi’s logo has changed? So it’s a clearance baby!!! WOOTS! Yea, when you’re poor you’re looking for the coin-age and the cents on the shelf;P) followed through with the plan, crossing the roundabout has truly become our forte, so no biggie, headed back and forth to the foodcourt, free cutlery and luxurious facilities which were not present during the time of our previous adventure (see greatbeasts.wordpress.com) THE BEST! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the remaining 8 bucks were used to watched the Avatar; the last airbender. &amp;amp; I’m not gonna elaborate my sheer disgust for that movie-_-“ spoiled everything&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it was so ARGH!!!??!?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;WAIT! Forgot to mention, we went for a swim in Rixgum hotel, as compensation for not going into the river, we took a costly (literally) risk, and decided to hit the hotel pool. To our relief, it was empty, or so it seemed, the overlooking floor appeared to be quite busy, but I reckon we played our tourist roles perfectly, or should I say guests. Zims white, I’m black. We speak like we’re English and hey we look like we walk everywhere! PERFECT! So after some careful consideration and planning our escape route and explanations to the management if we were to be caught, I had the balls to ignore the world, and escape the warmth but taking the big jump into the pool. Ultimate refresher! Then the woman comes to join me-_-“ we cautiously roam in the pool till suddenly the waterfall turns on, HAH! They think we’re guests and so, we rule the pool(: best part is – we didn’t get caught!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fastforward. We’re done with the movie, &amp;amp; utterly broke. 11-3=8, 8-8=&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;. We’re hungry, thirsty, and helpless…so we decided to look for people we know,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;we scour the mall, spot a few potentials yet not comfortable to approach and beg for some dosh:P so in the end we give up and head to the fastfood joints to hit the scraps…but obviously we’re out of our minds and joking….so we just kinda roamed around, jokingly having a good time…c’mon! no one leaves scraps at fastfood joints-_-“ well there was a tempting nugget on the floor….:P but no no no! THEN, brainwave! We decided to head to the supermarkets for those fruits on display? Ideally grapes/mata kuchings where it’s harmless to just nip one to taste it…everyone does it ey? Unfortunately we were only lucky with a mere pieces of mata-kuching, not satifying…so we walk the road of shame home….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon crossing the bridge we see the ultimate treasure: the pasar! Rushing to, we head immediately to the fruit section after painfully crossing all the BBQ stuffs and fried goodies&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but my oh my, the amount of fruits! Lychees, langsats, durians, mangosteens, rambutans, yellow ones, red ones, mata kuchings, etc etc. heaven, haven all in one! So, we begin our duo, going round hitting each fruit stall, following the crowds, and waiting for that green light: “Boleh Cuba” WOOTS! So after cuba-ing we carry on, progressing, getting tiny morsels from each stall to satisfy our stomachs….occasionally zim would spot the straggler that fell on the floor or I would, using his footie skills he’d maneuver it within reach, and hey! Score:D I think we must’ve walked up and down the fruit isle 8 times….oh, forgot to also mention that we’d hold our wallets and phones in our hands, or I would stick out my leg to accentuate the bulging shape of my empty wallet, to provoke the “boleh cuba” =X&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp; thus ends our epic adventure. Guess it kinda worked, except for the fact that I kept on spewing out references out loud or in my head, crazy how the slightest thing triggered the most vivid memories and bouncing present thoughts, questions about your wellbeing &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;during the adventure. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;OH!&lt;/b&gt; For the record, I wasn’t “emo” I’m keeping the promise (: Zim calls it &lt;s&gt;reminiscing&lt;/s&gt; reminyssaing, &amp;amp; so do I(: &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jingsz*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ps. still workin on that narrative technique of yours zim. Truly inspiring heh, as much as you say I have my way with words; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-2542512321243072858?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2542512321243072858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2542512321243072858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/08/cure-failure-iii-adventures.html' title='The Cure (failure III) – “Adventures”'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TGa8gMitqrI/AAAAAAAAAzw/_UiGoRo8rKQ/s72-c/Ratchet_and_Clank_cover_by_weslouie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-3079276206416320988</id><published>2010-08-04T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:47:18.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Vs. Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TFkaIO9PwhI/AAAAAAAAAzo/B96-oyAmBGM/s1600/summer-happiness-cover.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TFkaIO9PwhI/AAAAAAAAAzo/B96-oyAmBGM/s400/summer-happiness-cover.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501457148566028818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I dont know about tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;I just live from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;i dont borrow from its sunshine&lt;br /&gt;for its skies may turn grey&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry about the future&lt;br /&gt;For i know what Jesus said.&lt;br /&gt;And today i'll walk beside Him&lt;br /&gt;for He knows what is ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i dont seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;but i know who holds tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and i know who holds my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I'm inspired to wreck my room with my favourite verses all around, a collage of protection and haven for the troubled me. be it crayon, pencil, paint, blood, sweat, tears, oil pastel, mallet &amp;amp; chisel, pen, paper, poster; art or abstract, art or no art at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;   Perhaps when I'm older - a place, a room, to commune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this is my therapy; cause you're the only one who's listening to me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ps. 119:105 - Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;jingsz*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/13302375-3079276206416320988?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3079276206416320988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3079276206416320988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/08/man-vs-man.html' title='Man Vs. Man'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TFkaIO9PwhI/AAAAAAAAAzo/B96-oyAmBGM/s72-c/summer-happiness-cover.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-3929204216483873641</id><published>2010-07-27T08:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T08:21:18.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counter-attack;</title><content type='html'>Sleep late, get up early, dream all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You take the right hand&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I the left,&lt;br /&gt;Together , hand in hand&lt;br /&gt; we"ll&lt;br /&gt; freeze time&lt;br /&gt;Again &amp;amp; again &amp;amp;again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingsz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-3929204216483873641?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3929204216483873641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3929204216483873641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/07/counter-attack.html' title='Counter-attack;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7591034408080074884</id><published>2010-07-01T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:18:33.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TCxWdsCO8mI/AAAAAAAAAzg/QFteHV3IfhM/s1600/Sweetness_by_sisma77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TCxWdsCO8mI/AAAAAAAAAzg/QFteHV3IfhM/s400/Sweetness_by_sisma77.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488857113894515298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU'RE RIGHT ZIM!?!??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right it's been awhile ey? SO we've all been caught up in the moments, &amp;amp; really after IB all you wanna do is nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have to say inspiration for resuming such editorial endeavors is all thanks to my mate and adventure buddy zim. over the past weeks we've been quite busy on such extravagant trails, detours, and ballsy dares. (check out greatbeasts.wordpress.com for grimy details in fashionable narrating manner)  yet I have to say I do lack the content to continue publishing, partially do to my growing bum and stomach, but I shall discover the source nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for now, I shall recite my fond moments of my 17th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember D's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We was rockin on guitarhero/rock band wateva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fatman A.K.A. tubby, was present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We was jamming to "Beat it" by the infamous MJ himself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and D' gives me the infamous green shirt of mine that illustrates a step by step process to "Thriller"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I get up the next day, and MJ's Dead. D_D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. Makeover coming your way peeps ! WATCH THIS BLOG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH &amp;amp; I stumbled across something amazing, well if you havent seen this or not, guitar hero fans or not, you'll soon be converted. DC*B BABY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtoWqAQVjYA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtoWqAQVjYA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/13302375-7591034408080074884?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7591034408080074884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7591034408080074884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/07/revival.html' title='Revival'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/TCxWdsCO8mI/AAAAAAAAAzg/QFteHV3IfhM/s72-c/Sweetness_by_sisma77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7107410987022142422</id><published>2010-04-22T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:09:30.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; not slow down'</title><content type='html'>everyday  I wake up -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I struggle finding the new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. this is the end. (if you want it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-7107410987022142422?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7107410987022142422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7107410987022142422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-slow-down.html' title='&amp; not slow down&apos;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-2059603509232441047</id><published>2010-03-24T12:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:42:57.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish with a swirl;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S6mXxOR4StI/AAAAAAAAAzY/VJ80sk8Wqkc/s1600-h/Naruto___Ichiraku_by_dannex009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452055695811168978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S6mXxOR4StI/AAAAAAAAAzY/VJ80sk8Wqkc/s400/Naruto___Ichiraku_by_dannex009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who knew! not me:P a pity its only a piece they give you with your steamed eggs at sushi excapade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S6mXMznEf-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/vwQW7hpAhcM/s1600-h/Naruto__s_Plot_by_E_vay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452055070177001442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S6mXMznEf-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/vwQW7hpAhcM/s400/Naruto__s_Plot_by_E_vay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; double click for a zoom in;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S6mW0F4L1tI/AAAAAAAAAzI/rwjzGmZdwZk/s1600-h/Naruto___SMILEYS_by_dannex009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452054645583894226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S6mW0F4L1tI/AAAAAAAAAzI/rwjzGmZdwZk/s400/Naruto___SMILEYS_by_dannex009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. its really gay finding gay ones of naruto and sasuke-_-" i mean c'mon. not cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/13302375-2059603509232441047?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2059603509232441047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2059603509232441047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/03/fish-with-swirl.html' title='Fish with a swirl;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S6mXxOR4StI/AAAAAAAAAzY/VJ80sk8Wqkc/s72-c/Naruto___Ichiraku_by_dannex009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5795115555273496538</id><published>2010-03-18T08:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:12:43.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, after all this waiting;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Olin leaves &lt;em&gt;This Beautiful Republic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shucks.lets hope they still sound wicked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-5795115555273496538?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5795115555273496538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5795115555273496538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5463874238259858057</id><published>2010-03-16T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:52:12.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, quis a decorus nomen'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love concomitant feelings - blast off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston, I'd rather die among the stars. ciao:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, even when you know the words, it's terribly embarassing to say=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you ramble, jamble, gamble, mumble, tumble-_-",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three cheers to bonding mechanisms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S5-FZ6F-gdI/AAAAAAAAAy4/uPI_QARSWg4/s1600-h/Hyphen___Constellation_by_Kuriru.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449220754279137746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S5-FZ6F-gdI/AAAAAAAAAy4/uPI_QARSWg4/s400/Hyphen___Constellation_by_Kuriru.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;quite the contrary':P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ps. What else makes me heart stop:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S5-Mz06TPrI/AAAAAAAAAzA/vjbhAkDBAfo/s1600-h/cover_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449228896145981106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S5-Mz06TPrI/AAAAAAAAAzA/vjbhAkDBAfo/s400/cover_medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Saving-One-Starfield/dp/B003480050/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1268747015&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOOTS!&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/13302375-5463874238259858057?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5463874238259858057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5463874238259858057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-quis-decorus-nomen.html' title='oh, quis a decorus nomen&apos;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S5-FZ6F-gdI/AAAAAAAAAy4/uPI_QARSWg4/s72-c/Hyphen___Constellation_by_Kuriru.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-2233685546442893824</id><published>2010-03-14T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:52:49.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look into my heart &amp; see see see'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hate anticedent feelings to climatic events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironically it's a blast off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;3&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;2&lt;/s&gt;, 1....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Closer to the edge;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S5yjxgOQDXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/M6-ktSV5gjk/s1600-h/cbb5727c50990f335fc8068f539d3e14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448409720070081906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S5yjxgOQDXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/M6-ktSV5gjk/s400/cbb5727c50990f335fc8068f539d3e14.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/13302375-2233685546442893824?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2233685546442893824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2233685546442893824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/03/look-into-my-heart-see-see-see.html' title='Look into my heart &amp; see see see&apos;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S5yjxgOQDXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/M6-ktSV5gjk/s72-c/cbb5727c50990f335fc8068f539d3e14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-3356678610564491523</id><published>2010-02-23T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:05:58.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got everything but time on our hands'</title><content type='html'>When you die, i'll play &lt;em&gt;Your Body is A wonder land"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't forget to play "&lt;em&gt;Deathbed" &lt;/em&gt;on mine(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope UWA is treating you well. Tell the panda i said hello:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.hey, if your dad is coming over in march, then i can pass him your very over belated pressie:P&lt;br /&gt;Pps. More wants;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S4PSYno6vCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/zCjB4cK8goU/s1600-h/51jbWpGCvsL__SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441424095192988706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S4PSYno6vCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/zCjB4cK8goU/s400/51jbWpGCvsL__SS400_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S4PR8JEOwcI/AAAAAAAAAyg/riXDFw-xQAY/s1600-h/517mhDppNZL__SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441423605949710786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S4PR8JEOwcI/AAAAAAAAAyg/riXDFw-xQAY/s400/517mhDppNZL__SS400_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-3356678610564491523?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3356678610564491523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3356678610564491523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/02/got-everything-but-time-on-our-hands.html' title='Got everything but time on our hands&apos;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S4PSYno6vCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/zCjB4cK8goU/s72-c/51jbWpGCvsL__SS400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-1530115873545353862</id><published>2010-02-04T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:30:00.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Russet Corn Cobs &amp; Flying Walruses</title><content type='html'>In exactly 48 hours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll know how it feels,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Hey gid, get some song ideas running(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-1530115873545353862?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1530115873545353862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1530115873545353862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/02/russet-corn-cobs-flying-walruses.html' title='Russet Corn Cobs &amp; Flying Walruses'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-4421431050621256660</id><published>2010-01-20T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:37:12.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S1akkHTR9oI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Bv92OgqqWq0/s1600-h/Remedy_by_Haila_OurFarewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428707341183874690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S1akkHTR9oI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Bv92OgqqWq0/s400/Remedy_by_Haila_OurFarewell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not unknown. I'm going through a phase where I suddenly miss the whole "&lt;em&gt;7minutesoffame&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ages ago, including recently, well my poignancy worsened when me and zim faced defeat in our Singing bees audition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barely any males if im not mistaken so I guess that makes it fair. Then again, I've got a better explanation, better kept to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another phase i'm going through is, too very musical. I've been working on an album, possibly albums as the tracks are still a combination of various influences....nonetheless, I've revived Young Blood into what I've always dreamnt it to be, a band. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nisa says I look constipated when I'm in the phase,but I believe the true description is just phased out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can sorta figure out band members, haha but it's not voluntary, just my fantasy=p Nonetheless I can't put my finger on a drummer. but I know who I'd like to feature if I ever make it big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoots, currently working on &lt;em&gt;sentimental remedy. &lt;/em&gt;I realized that lyrics aren't so hard to make afterall. It's just engrish(: Its' the Music thats difficult to keep fresh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see how I feel about revealing the rest of the ideas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-4421431050621256660?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4421431050621256660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4421431050621256660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/01/young-blood.html' title='Young Blood'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S1akkHTR9oI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Bv92OgqqWq0/s72-c/Remedy_by_Haila_OurFarewell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-3997588372539884535</id><published>2010-01-20T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:26:36.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Failure __________________] (cause I've lost count...)</title><content type='html'>Originally I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; going to leave this blank. &amp;amp; of course throw in a crude title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inspiration is found in the most interesting places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I reckon if &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; who barely knows you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can sympathize the state you're in, admist my negativity and brink of apathy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you're a winner. Or one I used to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the advice is right and definate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've&lt;/em&gt; rendered us &lt;em&gt;useless&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Ying; I'll be up for the meet up, if it's still up for grabs when you return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-3997588372539884535?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3997588372539884535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3997588372539884535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/01/failure-cause-ive-lost-count.html' title='[Failure __________________] (cause I&apos;ve lost count...)'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-4569349872510485377</id><published>2010-01-14T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:05:02.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>play teh Martyr]become teh traitor\ teh humble sinner.</title><content type='html'>Mocks are over babeh! WOOTS! yep time flies heck fast, i dunno but it seems like a reccuring motif in me posts, or symbol in some cases....it is of the essence, well more so in these times, I cant help but pull an opposite of stevens;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No i'm not like him ying, opposite. &amp;amp; as Die says, Asian version:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, never felt so unprepared for mocks in my life, so much last minute studying, so much blank moments, I was telling peeps how i wish this was my final examinations. I would be a free man, and would have the time left to maximize everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times is hard; heck loads of work coming up, so can't wait till feb is over, and I guess I just jynx-ed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most of it; The best is yet to come(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH bro, forgot when you'll be back from CAmbodia, so just tag so i know and i can give you a call. truth be told, I can already feel your sting. shucks, i'm always here. &amp;amp; we can wallow emo, pretty healthy in some terms;) miss ya. No worries about me btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the list. Which I'm sure you've gotten use to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John mayer - battle studies:D PRetty boy says its pretty wicked but not as sick as his other albums, butt i shall place judgement after,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starfield - its twenty 10. Their next album is due. when what? not exactly sure, but I do hope they return with a new clean sound. Apparently they combined starfield and beauty in the broken into one cdd, sounds very tempting(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;b&gt;D' this weekend, gotta get fly leaf off ya:D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the end'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. Rain, rain go away'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-4569349872510485377?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4569349872510485377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4569349872510485377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/01/play-teh-martyrbecome-teh-traitor-teh.html' title='play teh Martyr]become teh traitor\ teh humble sinner.'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-8921297854546747742</id><published>2010-01-04T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:33:46.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty-ten</title><content type='html'>Happy new year visitors(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying, sleeping, having bro-sis time, christmas, new years, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IB's not slowing down &amp;amp; so I've started counting time in hours. It seems more fast-paced, limited, choppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would like to take this time to congradulate me best mate, Scott, on doing me proud and gettin' beat by amanda(:  Love ya. Gives me inspiration to excel in IB, and of course to beat you if possible:p IB's a programme btw, not a school:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess a final note would be like it feels this is going to be fine year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty slick start anyways(: hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news is I'm not chosen for National Service, (shant end up like my sis!:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news is, i've got to keep this mop, probably till i'm bothered to do something that's as low maintainence. guess I won't ever look like &lt;strong&gt;D'&lt;/strong&gt; , yet hehe:D besides i've beeen feeling my head, and i think it suits hair, without it, hmmm, no doubt, i'll look unquestionablly half ogre:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoots, i'm going for a chop soon. hopefully, he does some kinda mistake and i get one of these anyways^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S0GZwOnkB1I/AAAAAAAAAx8/9ckx9UAliJA/s1600-h/n556575404_5574604_6020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S0GZwOnkB1I/AAAAAAAAAx8/9ckx9UAliJA/s400/n556575404_5574604_6020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422784480167593810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-8921297854546747742?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8921297854546747742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8921297854546747742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-ten.html' title='twenty-ten'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/S0GZwOnkB1I/AAAAAAAAAx8/9ckx9UAliJA/s72-c/n556575404_5574604_6020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-375256312732318970</id><published>2009-12-11T11:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:25:57.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahara</title><content type='html'>Finally exposed to downloading....its haha addictive? you can only blame this country for not providing enough cds:P oh wells, theres endless arguments, and quite frankly this is home at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold my cds up high(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides I DISCOVERED THERE IS An amazon exclusive (i gots mines from amazon...or maybe it was for the mp3 downloads...),ON &lt;em&gt;FORGET&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;AND NOT SLOW DOWN&lt;/em&gt; d_d - ITS CALLED &lt;strong&gt;TERMINALS&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;OH! forgot to mention, the guy from &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, produced this, haha kinda reminds you of &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;fireflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ey? pretty slick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhoots here it is(: enjoyy&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/13302375-375256312732318970?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/375256312732318970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/375256312732318970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/12/sahara.html' title='Sahara'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-6907196501882869585</id><published>2009-11-25T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:38:46.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>! [insearchofsolidground]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SwzsGgSupTI/AAAAAAAAAx0/oTZ01gtUc5E/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407956849056982322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SwzsGgSupTI/AAAAAAAAAx0/oTZ01gtUc5E/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a jigsaw puzzle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a million jumbled up pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, don't know where to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;clumsy fingers,&lt;br /&gt;swarming identical pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say you're lazy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth be told you're afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there beauty in this complexion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;indeed there's joy in matching 3 pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes there is joy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in being sprawled all over, stirred and burried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in all the seemingly similar pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there satisfaction in these fractions of this___________?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;can we say complete?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have the cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't have the picture,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know you can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's funny how the candle lights;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;more than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is no missing piece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just too many pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, there is beauty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the &lt;em&gt;final&lt;/em&gt; complexion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's funny how the candle lights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so how do we do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lose 2 [!] regret [1] quit chasing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've made up my mind, don't need to think it over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I'm wrong I am right, don't need to look no further&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This ain't lust, I know this is love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if I tell the world, I'll never say enough'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it was not said to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's exactly what I need to do if I'd end up with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I leave it there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I build myself up and fly around in circles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait then as my heart drops and my back begins to tingle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally could this be it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I leave it there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I leave it there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep on chasing pavements&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I just keep on chasing pavements?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I leave it there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adele; Chasing Pavements;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-6907196501882869585?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/6907196501882869585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/6907196501882869585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/11/insearchofsolidground.html' title='! [insearchofsolidground]'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SwzsGgSupTI/AAAAAAAAAx0/oTZ01gtUc5E/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7261106884399368545</id><published>2009-11-12T07:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:26:10.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savannah [this is it(or who you people thought she was:P)]</title><content type='html'>I hope to be there by the morning&lt;br /&gt;And see this pining all transforming&lt;br /&gt;Into the arms of the Georgia sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to feel the heat the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Brushing rays across my windshield as if one dries&lt;br /&gt;The streams from off my face&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know you'll be there cause you'll know I'll want you to be there&lt;br /&gt;And we'll say hello as you're smiling in love&lt;br /&gt;And we'll sigh so relieved I believe because we will both know by&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we'll feel normal again&lt;br /&gt;But until thenUntil Then&lt;br /&gt;Until then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah&lt;br /&gt;Our backs supported by a hammock&lt;br /&gt;We sum up perfection like a handbook&lt;br /&gt;And God knows it all too well&lt;br /&gt;Savannah&lt;br /&gt;We'll take a walk to find a gift shop&lt;br /&gt;Who would've thought the book that you bought&lt;br /&gt;Would never come off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BabyI spent my life wondering&lt;br /&gt;Wondering when I'd find you&lt;br /&gt;I searched for all these years and now you're right here&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know that&lt;br /&gt;Everything makes sense when you're with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah&lt;br /&gt;Walk out into the sultry evening&lt;br /&gt;Cotton breathing when the sea winds&lt;br /&gt;Brush the hair down around your neck&lt;br /&gt;Savannah&lt;br /&gt;You hold my hand like it's the first time&lt;br /&gt;And all the feelings that our hearts find&lt;br /&gt;Will be just what we expect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all I can do to&lt;br /&gt;Thank you'&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time you wrapped those arms around me&lt;br /&gt;I felt I was home cause&lt;br /&gt;Everything made sense when you were with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I reckon Savannah should change to. - Amanda(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. miss you bro(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-7261106884399368545?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7261106884399368545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7261106884399368545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/11/savannah.html' title='Savannah [this is it(or who you people thought she was:P)]'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-644346138302103103</id><published>2009-11-09T15:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:38:04.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collide [If You want it']</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we forget;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's pierced to the cross?&lt;br /&gt;open wounds, gushing back,&lt;br /&gt;hammered hands,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;enthroned with your crown of thorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bleed selflessly whilst I can never imagine&lt;br /&gt;being placed behind You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admist the weight of the wounds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your glorious moment on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forget that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't expect such a sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to merely lie in the shadows of the tree,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've &lt;em&gt;come to the conclusion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that our sheer weight has overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But You've loved us all our days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we can only shrink to fit within the shadows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink deep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drown in the swell of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's something that &lt;strong&gt;you fell into&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;crawling out is hard on you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not sure it's what you want to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not convinced&lt;/strong&gt; it's what you want to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;relient k;Forget &amp;amp; not slow down; Part of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so this is how I remember. This is how I not slow down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SvkV7gRgYeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ikjUljvb-Jc/s1600-h/51BJOLnwoWL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402373340027445730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SvkV7gRgYeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ikjUljvb-Jc/s400/51BJOLnwoWL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SvkYF9edNqI/AAAAAAAAAxs/xNEGZEloUz4/s1600-h/michaelbuble-crazylove1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402375718688339618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SvkYF9edNqI/AAAAAAAAAxs/xNEGZEloUz4/s400/michaelbuble-crazylove1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SvkYFr9hWfI/AAAAAAAAAxk/IYlURVxQJ3k/s1600-h/everythingisdifferent_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402375713986796018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SvkYFr9hWfI/AAAAAAAAAxk/IYlURVxQJ3k/s400/everythingisdifferent_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ps. Ying, hehe you know what to do??:P wOOTS! jk, hehe will figure it out((: come home already!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-644346138302103103?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/644346138302103103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/644346138302103103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/11/collide-if-you-want-it.html' title='Collide [If You want it&apos;]'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SvkV7gRgYeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ikjUljvb-Jc/s72-c/51BJOLnwoWL__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-3573475962176247191</id><published>2009-11-04T15:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:26:13.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisments (failure II) [perspective is a lovely hand to hold;]</title><content type='html'>Okay, so me mate zim, he's updated, and it's pretty interesting. Here's the most coolest sneak peek ever:P or messed up, which ever way you wanna see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SvEn_Zo80ZI/AAAAAAAAAxU/4Ca7gaS6fn8/s1600-h/99369_camelbuffeteat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SvEn_Zo80ZI/AAAAAAAAAxU/4Ca7gaS6fn8/s400/99369_camelbuffeteat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400141398361821586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the link to his wordpress is on the previous previous post! hehe enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum? I would try it, hehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-3573475962176247191?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3573475962176247191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3573475962176247191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/11/advertisments-failure-ii-perspective-is.html' title='Advertisments (failure II) [perspective is a lovely hand to hold;]'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SvEn_Zo80ZI/AAAAAAAAAxU/4Ca7gaS6fn8/s72-c/99369_camelbuffeteat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7831560968441922090</id><published>2009-10-27T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:04:29.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the discman;</title><content type='html'>running all the way to the psot office was worth it. and so was missing half of dance:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, it's friggin' relient k latest record we're talking about! heh, I felt like an idiot starring at the package, how you feel like you don't wanna open it because it's all new and stuufff:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my IC was expired but they gave it to me anywaysXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realize that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Almost &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The Classic Crime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;were guests singers, so that made it more friggin' awesome, not to mention other &lt;strong&gt;thiessen's! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wicked;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently this album is based alot around the end of Matt's &lt;strong&gt;engagement &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stereotruth.net/2008/12/shannon-setting-the-record-straight-on-engagement-to-matt-thiessen/"&gt;http://www.stereotruth.net/2008/12/shannon-setting-the-record-straight-on-engagement-to-matt-thiessen/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stereotruth.net/2009/09/cd-review-relient-k-forget-and-not-slow-down/"&gt;http://www.stereotruth.net/2009/09/cd-review-relient-k-forget-and-not-slow-down/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again; he puts it so beautifully into words, think he's stuck on her still, but then again apparently it was him who cheated - &lt;a href="http://www.mlive.com/entertainment/detroit/index.ssf/2009/08/podcast_mojo_in_the_morning_sh.html"&gt;http://www.mlive.com/entertainment/detroit/index.ssf/2009/08/podcast_mojo_in_the_morning_sh.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can we still look up to him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;As you work through the rest of the tracks on this project you’ll learn that if you’ve ever loved someone and had them walk out of your life for one reason or another then make sure to stop, slow down and drop this new project “Forget And Not Slow Down” into your i-pod, CD player or computer and hear about His healing hand for your hurting heart and soul.Read more&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh its the first time ever, they've ever made a title song:P all the past times it's just been slick phraes:P - &lt;em&gt;Forget &amp;amp; not slow down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps. to love her is to know her;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-7831560968441922090?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7831560968441922090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7831560968441922090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-discman.html' title='back to the discman;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-8605468419531272558</id><published>2009-10-13T08:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:20:59.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisments; We Are Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/StPFgTX_icI/AAAAAAAAAxM/jMckKcuCDk0/s1600-h/ghgf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391870337640008130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/StPFgTX_icI/AAAAAAAAAxM/jMckKcuCDk0/s400/ghgf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out; on behalf of my half, - greatbeasts.wordpress.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nisa was here :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; this is for you gid; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is jealous for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all of a sudden,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I realise just how beautiful You are,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how great Your affections are for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And oh, how He loves us so,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How He loves us all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He loves us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how He loves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, He loves us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how He loves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are His portion and He is our prize,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I think about, the way…He loves us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how He loves us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;,Oh how He loves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, He loves us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how He loves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWgeUrD4MHI"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWgeUrD4MHI&lt;/a&gt; - until I upload it(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;David Crowder* Band; How he Loves; Church Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-8605468419531272558?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8605468419531272558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8605468419531272558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/10/advertisments-we-are-loved.html' title='Advertisments; We Are Loved'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/StPFgTX_icI/AAAAAAAAAxM/jMckKcuCDk0/s72-c/ghgf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-2674498804149556074</id><published>2009-09-30T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:03:02.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As much as I love my itouch;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SsMO8jWO3JI/AAAAAAAAAw0/HapnDv74E0E/s1600-h/Relientk_forgetandnotslowdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387166012708674706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SsMO8jWO3JI/AAAAAAAAAw0/HapnDv74E0E/s400/Relientk_forgetandnotslowdown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SsMO8Lg-g3I/AAAAAAAAAws/p9ljzZ5a7h0/s1600-h/DavidCrowderBandChurchMusic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387166006311289714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SsMO8Lg-g3I/AAAAAAAAAws/p9ljzZ5a7h0/s400/DavidCrowderBandChurchMusic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SsMO7vfbKQI/AAAAAAAAAwk/a7raJcocoIg/s1600-h/Brand_New_Eyes_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387165998788585730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SsMO7vfbKQI/AAAAAAAAAwk/a7raJcocoIg/s400/Brand_New_Eyes_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SsMO7BNKNaI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Tm14cYuMB1Y/s1600-h/Album_Memento_Mori_Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387165986363946402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SsMO7BNKNaI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Tm14cYuMB1Y/s400/Album_Memento_Mori_Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!CDs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need XD, heh wondering how DCB* pulls off Flyleaf's &lt;em&gt;All around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ps. Memento Mori - morbid truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jingsz*&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/13302375-2674498804149556074?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2674498804149556074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2674498804149556074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-much-as-i-love-my-itouch.html' title='As much as I love my itouch;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SsMO8jWO3JI/AAAAAAAAAw0/HapnDv74E0E/s72-c/Relientk_forgetandnotslowdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-4492198241436648902</id><published>2009-09-26T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:38:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Spend all your time waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For that second chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a break that would make it okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theres always one reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To feel not good enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And its hard at the end of the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need some distraction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh beautiful release&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memory seeps from my veins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be empty&lt;br /&gt;And weightless and &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ill find some peace tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the arms of an angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly away from here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this dark cold hotel room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the endlessness that you fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of your silent reverie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youre in the arms of the angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May you find some comfort there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the straight line&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere you turn&lt;br /&gt;Theres vultures and thieves at your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the storm keeps on twisting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You keep on building the lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you make up for all that you lack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It dont make no difference&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escaping one last time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easier to believe in this sweet madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the arms of an angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly away from here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this dark cold hotel room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the endlessness that you fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of your silent reverie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youre in the arms of the angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May you find some comfort there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youre in the arms of the angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May you find some comfort here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. stresses italics;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. 0=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-give it a listen* &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sarah McLachlan; Angel;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-4492198241436648902?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4492198241436648902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4492198241436648902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/09/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-8178022248959633614</id><published>2009-09-20T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:44:19.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've always thought and wanted to;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;start like this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine a world like this,&lt;br /&gt;O' but aren't we already living in'it?&lt;br /&gt;a split face, a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;a thousand - perplexion, confusion, helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gah-jillion hearts, multiples;&lt;br /&gt;gashes,tearing,ravage,&lt;br /&gt;self-inflicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and remain unfinished&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calm your nerves now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And don't worry, just breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you sure now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't bother packing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's just leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(All of them said)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They wanted change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that you remain the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To show that this is not a game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's end this tragedy today&lt;br /&gt;Now take my hand and we will run away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down to this place that I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did this night become the enemy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's over, it's over, it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay down with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let me hold you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, just breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will get through eventually&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(All of them said)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They wanted change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that you remain the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To show that this is not a game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll end this tragedy today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now take my hand and we will run away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down to this place that I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did this night become the enemy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's over, it's over, it's over (x2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We won't be a part of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We won't be a part of this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We won't be a part of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We won't, we won't&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and we will run away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down to this place that I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did this night become the enemy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's over, it's over, it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now take my hand and we will run away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down to this place that I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did this night become the enemy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's over, it's over, it's over&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and we will run away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down to this place that I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did this night become the enemy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's over, it's over, it's over now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We won't be a part of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We won't be a part of this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We won't be a part of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We won't, we won't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Cab; Take my Hand;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ps. looks like we still think alike bro(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-8178022248959633614?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8178022248959633614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8178022248959633614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-always-thought-and-wanted-to.html' title='I&apos;ve always thought and wanted to;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5312700249277009000</id><published>2009-09-19T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:38:58.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well, I know there’s a reason&lt;br /&gt;And I know there’s a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be together&lt;br /&gt;That’s why&lt;br /&gt;We can roll with the punches&lt;br /&gt;We can stroll hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;And when I say it’s forever&lt;br /&gt;You understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you’re always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You’re always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;And when it all becomes too much&lt;br /&gt;You’re never far behind&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no one that comes close to you&lt;br /&gt;Could ever take your place&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause only you can love me this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could’ve turned a different corner&lt;br /&gt;I could’ve gone another place&lt;br /&gt;But I’d a-never had this feeling&lt;br /&gt;That I feel today&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you’re always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You’re always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;When it all becomes too much&lt;br /&gt;You’re never far behind&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no one that comes close to you&lt;br /&gt;Could ever take your place&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause only can love me this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith Urban Only You Can Love Me This Way Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good song give it a listen:)&lt;br /&gt;-gid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-5312700249277009000?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5312700249277009000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5312700249277009000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-i-know-theres-reason-and-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>gideon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537710956517674645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-1075002145167543582</id><published>2009-09-14T20:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:23:06.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe been awhile hasnt it? I don't know, i guess i just lost all motivation to blog since well, after i left Brunei. So once again sorry bro and sorry everybody for the long long delay. Besides, you've got to admit that sometimes; you just run out of things to say.(slow internet doesnt help either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess life's here been good. I'd just thought i'd inform everyone on how i'm going(although i know most readers are sheng's friends hehe). Pretty crazy to wake up and realise that i've been here for two coming three years, pretty amazing how time flies sometimes. I've just got abit more of year 12 left and i guess it's straight to university. You just get this tinge of excitement yet fear at the same time. Y'know knew lifestyle, new environment, new friends perhaps losing the old? I don't know and i don't really like goodbyes but that's life isnt it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, as a kid i've always been the relaxed one and somehow i just thought that i would eventually 'try' to study at some point of my life and like own my subjects, find the pretty wife, get rich and stuff. Really i'm making no point here cept what you plan may not come true. Besides, i thought this was crazy funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRauIu9KuTY/Sq406Y4WcaI/AAAAAAAAADc/uO7ynjuTX2k/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRauIu9KuTY/Sq406Y4WcaI/AAAAAAAAADc/uO7ynjuTX2k/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381296782470181282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-1075002145167543582?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1075002145167543582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1075002145167543582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/09/hehe-been-awhile-hasnt-it-i-dont-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gideon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537710956517674645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRauIu9KuTY/Sq406Y4WcaI/AAAAAAAAADc/uO7ynjuTX2k/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7687561392977496326</id><published>2009-08-31T14:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:51:38.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furious Fragility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's troublesome besides the usual;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm continuing piano. After &lt;em&gt;God knows how long&lt;/em&gt;, ending my toil of having to take piano, all these long moments of waiting, and Mi just says "you're continuing..." X_X D_D &lt;a href="mailto:%21?@?%21?@#$"&gt;!?@?!?@#$&lt;/a&gt;!# Huge blow, like seriously, there was only one height in my whole piano life, and that was when I was into it, and when exams didnt exist-_-" suppose if it helps, I shan't have to practice as hard, well maybe still, still costs dosh...Oh, final exams in a weekX_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I've got a &lt;em&gt;prawn&lt;/em&gt; for geo. Suppose you people at school would understand, it's too annoying to try explain, but all I can say is, we geographers of 08-2010' it was all our toil. (excluding Ms. Duce's short entrance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Spt5Yow4_4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/mI2d0cwtahA/s1600-h/district_9-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376024044363120514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 224px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Spt5Yow4_4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/mI2d0cwtahA/s400/district_9-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waiting gid...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-7687561392977496326?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7687561392977496326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7687561392977496326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/08/furious-fragility.html' title='Furious Fragility'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Spt5Yow4_4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/mI2d0cwtahA/s72-c/district_9-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-2770485477312738772</id><published>2009-08-18T14:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:54:00.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing Accusation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SnaJyRYp7YI/AAAAAAAAAu8/sNFrI17bZ5I/s1600-h/DSC_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365627502811803010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SnaJyRYp7YI/AAAAAAAAAu8/sNFrI17bZ5I/s400/DSC_1229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Futility of Wisdom;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 1:18 (New American Standard Bible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because in much wisdom there is much grief, and increasing knowledge results in increasing pain." (-3)  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no relation to E.A.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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;five&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;teen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wan&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;9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;no relation to E.A.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;welcome(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at least for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hiddengangs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. 3 lines; similar; heard planetshakers in hua hoX_X was like &lt;strong&gt;" waaaAa????,"&lt;/strong&gt; pretty cool though one of the oldies from my king, hero or something like that, but yeah, haha. something you understanding,appreciate;D&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/13302375-2770485477312738772?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2770485477312738772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2770485477312738772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/08/embracing-accusation.html' title='Embracing Accusation'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SnaJyRYp7YI/AAAAAAAAAu8/sNFrI17bZ5I/s72-c/DSC_1229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-2450017379021844565</id><published>2009-07-28T11:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:34:32.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reptile diarrhea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sm557Hy9K2I/AAAAAAAAAu0/xDjDHQa1WsI/s1600-h/Angler_Lizard_by_artgeektopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363358262856854370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sm557Hy9K2I/AAAAAAAAAu0/xDjDHQa1WsI/s400/Angler_Lizard_by_artgeektopia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reptiles - suck. Hate them to the death! Literally I meant. I've killed quite a handful of house lizards, and once NEARLY, one of those camouflaging ones....until Thur's mom caught me and zim:P and we had to lie=X about it's size just so our deed would be credible! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, was taking a dump early this morning, and FYI i've got a reallly really weak stomach, I'm surprised I survived the mount. Hope breakfast-es, i mean i really need to eat bread or else its runny poop time! and the indo diet doesn't consist of such luxuries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after washing myself down, i'm wiping myself down, and lo and behold, there's this lizard battling for it's life agaisnt the turmoil of toliet paper (i have no idea when it fell in, too bad i couldn't see it fighting off the poop!) Anyways, i flushed it to its' death! Happy days:D cause of death: possible intoxication of crap, and drowning.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet i still wonder.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did i poop it out???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. DEATH TO LIZARDS! &lt;em&gt;and all reptiles&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pps. tunes; dedicated to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ily&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tummy&lt;/span&gt;:D, oh and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;XD awesome stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-2450017379021844565?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2450017379021844565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2450017379021844565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/07/reptile-diarrhea.html' title='Reptile diarrhea'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sm557Hy9K2I/AAAAAAAAAu0/xDjDHQa1WsI/s72-c/Angler_Lizard_by_artgeektopia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-4930245974557848828</id><published>2009-07-14T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:50:13.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I am telling You;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;It's been a different year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt; Surprsingly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I give you my word(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose you’ve been waiting for this. But then again, the long hiatus probably says “I have no clue what I’m talking about and am just badgering on…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it proves one thing: I am shocked, surprised in some ways(; Then again it’s not everytime you get what you want? iBlessed (then again I got both thingsXD). Plus a white -_-“ hoody, friggin’ awesome though, not exactly handy in this climate but I’m sure it’ll come handy in due time(: oh, and a matching tie, and a stress-relief book,X_X could kill myself with it…haha you still owe me though;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, I have to hand it to you D’, layout is pretty neat, so glory goes to you:D One day, when I’m old-er, and of course, making my own dosh:P I hope to make your days as wicked as you’ve made mine^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gid, thought you were gonna post about that dinner thing where you revealed your dancing skills, which I had no idea about:P suppose it become to personal, or should I say “mushy”;P we own this thing together, haha get writing bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And summer is, almost over. Feels like theres a need to just push harder, even though we’re barely done with July, just wanna get things over and done with…oh, and does anyone have a pix of the soil test kit pH card? Figure it’s gonna be hard to sneak in and take a shot of it with mr. whoever…Oh joy, maybe Lit, can be as troublesome as much as it is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and mr.Lam says today is suppose to be the end of the world today…it’s pretty stormy outside…but yeah who knows, dude may just be right…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tummy; you’re a liar. But a really great one. suppose there really is only one reason why I would want you to leave:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John mayer, he’s pretty awesome, getting hooked? &lt;em&gt;stop this train, i can't take the speed, it's moving in..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie is coming back! WOOTS! Don’t forget cds! MUUAHAHAHA can’t wait! For your return of course((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiddengangs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Tunes updates? Haiz, too lazy:P&lt;br /&gt;Pps. Jenny.H blows me away, all the time^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-4930245974557848828?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4930245974557848828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4930245974557848828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-telling-you.html' title='&amp; I am telling You;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7117233860382022508</id><published>2009-07-03T09:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:25:30.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Funny thing is I've never remembered a summer....completely is, most of the time is wasted away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suppose it's always been bustling with more than just holidays. Anyhoots, just reading a mail from the SIC, and it's been a crazy school year. You know, I would actually be glad if it just consisted of an entire month at OBBD:P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just looking ahead and ahead, whats in store for the next one and a half months:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-weathering heights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-GEO IA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-EE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Geo Case studies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Malay World Literature Essay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much I suppose, but when you're as lazy as me, this is gonna be troublesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just listening to &lt;em&gt;Mood Rings &lt;/em&gt;and Gid's voice, and common phrase pops up in me head:P Not to mention the nags of my sis........;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls and their emotions play it back in slow motion so I may understand the complex infrastructure known as the female mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I suppose it's surprising and not surprising at the same time that peeps dare to venture during the summer. Worse comes to worse, just get aid and you'll live. Doesn't seem so scary, and it doesn't seem like we need to take precaution, well extremely that is. Though Brunei is tiny, feels like the inevitable is coming D_D Suppose it's a blessing that this isn't a zomibe/cannibal virus sort of thing, then we'd all be "dead" X_X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, anyhoots, am loooking forward to spending time with the ozziesXD Been awhile, well not really, suppose life just knocked me off my feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here WE GO! 2 more terms, a heck load of ___________ fill in the blank&lt;em&gt;s X_X &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sk1r_iXeX1I/AAAAAAAAAus/4Uh6s-dAbHc/s1600-h/Naruto_Chibi_Couples_Lineart_by_Ravenrockmind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354054271314583378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sk1r_iXeX1I/AAAAAAAAAus/4Uh6s-dAbHc/s400/Naruto_Chibi_Couples_Lineart_by_Ravenrockmind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-7117233860382022508?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7117233860382022508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7117233860382022508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sk1r_iXeX1I/AAAAAAAAAus/4Uh6s-dAbHc/s72-c/Naruto_Chibi_Couples_Lineart_by_Ravenrockmind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7883958333950663281</id><published>2009-06-22T09:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:59:20.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Free 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;it's been so long since You've been home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thinking about the rowdy bunch, sabo-ing people in the middle of the night brings back the best of memories:D kinda makes me wanna drop out and be a reckless, and young, adventurous. I'm sure you remember, getting Alexandria? me, trist, wes, gid, bunch of others me thinks, great timesXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year, I remember waking and the freezing cold. Still unnatural, warm outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like staying because I didn't want to return home, this year, it's just people and the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres a way of beautifying yourself -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dye to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does it cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized, joshua ang, was actually uncle Alex's brothers son! pretty awesome:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best bits: all day (other p&amp;amp;w sessions too;), food (daniel's mom rocks:D), people (shrekkies especially of courseWOOTS!), nonetheless the Word - captivating is how i would describe it. OH the two clogged toliets:P more hilarious actually, and sickeningX_X &amp;amp; getting injuried(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Kak J, sorry for like not getting to hang, busy and then had camp, so=X nyeh, write soon^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. my latest want, besides shout Your glory, you just had to tell me caroline&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349964489965867730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sj7kW7lektI/AAAAAAAAAug/owkRxSWKT2s/s400/Building429-Building429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ying; doesnt this remind you of something:P the colours and heart. haha similar to the card you sent me;D HAHAHA how coincidental!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps. Gid, where are you!&gt;??!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;loves;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-7883958333950663281?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7883958333950663281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7883958333950663281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/06/break-free-09.html' title='Break Free 09'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sj7kW7lektI/AAAAAAAAAug/owkRxSWKT2s/s72-c/Building429-Building429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5312872874604657334</id><published>2009-05-17T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:52:25.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop, Drop Ka-Boom;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Obviously this has no relation to the song, directly that is:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me Stop and drop at Supa Save?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as rare as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sg-y5lMBP4I/AAAAAAAAAtI/ywcbXBlqyR0/s1600-h/SureAeroForMenActiveAntiPerspirantSpray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336680785762140034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sg-y5lMBP4I/AAAAAAAAAtI/ywcbXBlqyR0/s400/SureAeroForMenActiveAntiPerspirantSpray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hardly tastes as good as this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sg-y5_2tf7I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0cbOKGpyqw8/s1600-h/Arnotts%2520Premier%2520Chocolate%2520Chip%2520Cookies%2520310g.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336680792920522674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sg-y5_2tf7I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0cbOKGpyqw8/s400/Arnotts%2520Premier%2520Chocolate%2520Chip%2520Cookies%2520310g.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've haven't had you're fair share until you've tried some! Let's hope it stays on the shelf at Mabohai till me second trip:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hiddengangs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ps. It's not a cheap post:P It's about foodXD good stuff wot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pps. Isn't this friggin' cool!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sg_eA20_ZDI/AAAAAAAAAuY/oCkRbpxJW24/s1600-h/51861-FOFrL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336728189756466226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sg_eA20_ZDI/AAAAAAAAAuY/oCkRbpxJW24/s400/51861-FOFrL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-5312872874604657334?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5312872874604657334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5312872874604657334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-drop-ka-boom.html' title='Stop, Drop Ka-Boom;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sg-y5lMBP4I/AAAAAAAAAtI/ywcbXBlqyR0/s72-c/SureAeroForMenActiveAntiPerspirantSpray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-2348744117773019342</id><published>2009-05-10T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:51:15.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disloyal order of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sgarm40pTKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HhzH573rB-U/s1600-h/Stress_by_DinoChocoholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334139493243505826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sgarm40pTKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HhzH573rB-U/s400/Stress_by_DinoChocoholic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dischord. disonance.&lt;br /&gt;Dysfunctional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;without music, I would be dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;without You, Jesus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would be hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't let me turn to stone; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the line should really be &lt;em&gt;"imperct/blemished/tainted/screwed" boys with their perfect plights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's the thing people don't realize,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not just difficulty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's pain, stress, and heck load of other crap you lug along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;most of the time, alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;why since You've wounded my heart; wont You heal it, why won't You heal it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe you're right;P I may have attitude problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's something I utterly loathe. That I could do without, if........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't just feel life, protruding at your bum, like ready faeces,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You taste it in your tongue;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cringing acidity;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bittersweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hiddengangs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This world has nothing for me'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry for the lack of tune updates, as you can probably decipher, I'm struggling with my shot at life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pps. Happy Mother's Day. It's a pity I didn't inherit you're linguistic skills Mi; I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-2348744117773019342?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2348744117773019342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2348744117773019342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/05/disloyal-order-of-me.html' title='Disloyal order of Me'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sgarm40pTKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HhzH573rB-U/s72-c/Stress_by_DinoChocoholic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5374608284458795626</id><published>2009-04-24T08:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:32:31.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally (failure II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SfEH4DX7tTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/yHur5pjThL0/s1600-h/MyChemicalRomanceAlbumCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328048493715764530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SfEH4DX7tTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/yHur5pjThL0/s400/MyChemicalRomanceAlbumCover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOTS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PLUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's the white cover edition which I always wanted:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gi, Ron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm sure you guys have the cd, so have you listened to the hidden track on the cd? It's pretty vile and emo(as usual), talks about blood?? :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and guess who I saw on  channel&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; [V]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friggin' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Relient K!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. KK post ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-5374608284458795626?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5374608284458795626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5374608284458795626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-failure-ii.html' title='finally (failure II)'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SfEH4DX7tTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/yHur5pjThL0/s72-c/MyChemicalRomanceAlbumCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5031715608295629026</id><published>2009-04-16T07:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:59:00.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the way from KK YO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sd6MrL_08VI/AAAAAAAAAsg/hE5g7UihRpY/s1600-h/n702184288_2166774_6633234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322846483181269330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sd6MrL_08VI/AAAAAAAAAsg/hE5g7UihRpY/s400/n702184288_2166774_6633234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RONNIE:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am currently in KK, in some kampung/remote area/ most likely isolated and in the jungle, doing community service, mountain biking and rafting, I have decided to wish you “earlier” if you catch my drift:) (I used the pre-post application). My initial plan of giving you a call/text might not work since there might not even be connection:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Burfday (or as Emily and probably the rest of you peeps – “Birthday”;P) Bro! Wonder what’s it like or how it’s gonna be….I’m kinda thinking if it was me, I’d probably be alone, receiving facebook messages from people back home whilst no one else knows it’s my day today in some foreign country=p BUT, I’m sure yours shall be very much the opposite! I wonder if their also any particular cultural NZ rituals that coincide with birthdays. DO tell me how it went;) Guess the best thing you got this year is just being where you are now doing what you wanna do!(: My prayer for you is that you’ll ace this course and be used as God’s Vessel to reach out to the people there. (non-asians mostly???;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you bro and am definitely missing you. Thinking of doing desperation band for Y.D.M. and you imitating the dude’s American vocals just resounds in my ear all the time;D Keep on using your exotic talents for Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingsz* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Something for laughs:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sd6N--KoNII/AAAAAAAAAsw/1XyPT2c2D94/s1600-h/Sai_Finds_a_Purpose_by_a_pikachu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322847922577486978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sd6N--KoNII/AAAAAAAAAsw/1XyPT2c2D94/s400/Sai_Finds_a_Purpose_by_a_pikachu.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/13302375-5031715608295629026?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5031715608295629026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5031715608295629026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-way-from-kk-yo.html' title='All the way from KK YO!'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sd6MrL_08VI/AAAAAAAAAsg/hE5g7UihRpY/s72-c/n702184288_2166774_6633234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-8658572971216432013</id><published>2009-04-06T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:49:55.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SdmsQ1X9Y4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/03GlBXvlh1w/s1600-h/2891291407_09019bb799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321473839920407426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SdmsQ1X9Y4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/03GlBXvlh1w/s400/2891291407_09019bb799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 days; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA! GOTS IT! WOOTS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you know I never realized it wasn't a bear carrying another bear:P Oh, and it's pretty good I suppose, not as good as the previous album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my cheek can't stop twitching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!?!?!?!@#!#!$"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!?!?!?!@#!#!$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-8658572971216432013?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8658572971216432013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8658572971216432013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='finally;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SdmsQ1X9Y4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/03GlBXvlh1w/s72-c/2891291407_09019bb799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-8984088340614700596</id><published>2009-04-02T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:53:52.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fall another moment into ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SdRujIf5QLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/kvkndqavi6U/s1600-h/Dream_about_falling_down_by_bucz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319998609687134386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SdRujIf5QLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/kvkndqavi6U/s400/Dream_about_falling_down_by_bucz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A pause from TBR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something always brings me back to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It never takes too long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hold me without touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You keep me without chains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your reign&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Set me free, leave me be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're on to me and all over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You loved me 'cause I'm fragile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I thought that I was strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Set me free, leave me be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity&lt;br /&gt;Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;But you're on to me and all over me&lt;br /&gt;You loved me 'cause I'm fragile&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that I was strong&lt;br /&gt;But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live here on my knees as I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;try to make you see that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're everything I think I need here on the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're neither friend nor foe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;though I can't seem to let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something always brings me back to you&lt;br /&gt;It never takes too long&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/13302375-8984088340614700596?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>NYeh</title><content type='html'>Exams in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wants it to finish -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am nyeh -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how was the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a cry in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Your glory to fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Your presence to fill up my senses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a yearning again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thirst for discipline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hunger for things that are deeper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could You take me beyond?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could You carry me through?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I open my heart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could I go there with You?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(For I've been here before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know there's still more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Lord, I need to know You)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For what do I have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I don't have You, Jesus?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What in this life Could mean any more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the lifter Of my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lifter of this head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;starfield;selftitled;Cry in my Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-2079418231249206489?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2079418231249206489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2079418231249206489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/03/nyeh.html' title='NYeh'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-313231391803578066</id><published>2009-03-09T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:26:44.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Beautifully Broken-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SbS1co956CI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dKZ2MOdgHzw/s1600-h/surrender_by_RainyDayRunning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311069364214687778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SbS1co956CI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dKZ2MOdgHzw/s400/surrender_by_RainyDayRunning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was fallen from the first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a stranger to the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked the road of prodigals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And crawled upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the ashes and the dirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fashion beauty from the wounds I’ve carried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lost, and all redeemed in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully broken in Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see the man my sins disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saved my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculous love, sweet sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were beautifully broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So You see me as Your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy in the light of Your redemption&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the blood and by the thorn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’re called to life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this weakness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You find strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You find sinners who are saints&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I find amazing grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this sacrifice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this death is life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TBR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-313231391803578066?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/313231391803578066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/313231391803578066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautifully-broken.html' title='-Beautifully Broken-'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SbS1co956CI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dKZ2MOdgHzw/s72-c/surrender_by_RainyDayRunning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-2603405981635064745</id><published>2009-03-04T15:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:01:55.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting a Red Indian YO! - BGIC VII</title><content type='html'>Here he is - &lt;strong&gt;Nathan Chasing Horse&lt;/strong&gt;:D With mwahXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sa4xQTcixZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/5EvDEV9br54/s1600-h/NCH+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309235166884054418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sa4xQTcixZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/5EvDEV9br54/s400/NCH+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sa4xZI0rEjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/tzlQ1dzBa94/s1600-h/Day2Breakout+(31).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309235318651294258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sa4xZI0rEjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/tzlQ1dzBa94/s400/Day2Breakout+(31).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His 3 wives D_D It's culture/tradition so yeah...no surprise in his community:P Apparently they can't talk to men too....there was this huge dare going around: - talk to his wives. Was too scary to attempt, he's like friggin' tall and probably like killed some grizzly bear with his hands or something like that X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sa4xZEKEl3I/AAAAAAAAAqI/DUAZn888QPE/s1600-h/Day2Breakout+(27).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309235317398869874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sa4xZEKEl3I/AAAAAAAAAqI/DUAZn888QPE/s400/Day2Breakout+(27).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't know what he's doing, but too bad he couldnt wear his head dress, would have been totally mind blowing! I think he was wearing animal skin? smelt sort of funky...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just imagine him wearing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sa4zEPl90sI/AAAAAAAAAqY/daVYQTUiwBc/s1600-h/The_red_indian_by_bewhy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309237158714659522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sa4zEPl90sI/AAAAAAAAAqY/daVYQTUiwBc/s400/The_red_indian_by_bewhy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty awesome eh;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;COME BACK SOON XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jingsz*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ps. Mr. Canterford(the secondary principal) actually invited de Caprio once to BGIC:P haha and all sorts of famous peeps which I dont know &amp;amp; remember:P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pps. He is a red indian right peeps?:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ppps. wish I had a cool name like sheng Moose chaser:PP &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-2603405981635064745?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2603405981635064745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2603405981635064745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/03/meeting-red-indian-yo-bgic-vii.html' title='Meeting a Red Indian YO! - BGIC VII'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/Sa4xQTcixZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/5EvDEV9br54/s72-c/NCH+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-2192359177441381926</id><published>2009-02-23T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:50:49.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey Badger- D_D</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c81bcjyfn6U&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/c81bcjyfn6U&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Liam. Amazing, crazy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forget all the records'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-2192359177441381926?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2192359177441381926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2192359177441381926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/02/honey-badger-dd.html' title='Honey Badger- D_D'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5121319725331985371</id><published>2009-02-17T14:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:16:48.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronnie &amp; Chocolates - (Cubes &amp; Sticks)</title><content type='html'>On a sad note; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ronnie's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; leaving today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE!!!! Who knew? It's really exciting eh, I can imagine my big departure for further studies, just unthinkable. (more on the notes ronnie;p) anyhoots, you kinda remind me of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, from &lt;em&gt;NARUTO!&lt;/em&gt; Not the hair, just the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eyebrows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SZpg3kszSnI/AAAAAAAAApI/_ztsHmUeMOA/s1600-h/GE7135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303658019042839154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SZpg3kszSnI/AAAAAAAAApI/_ztsHmUeMOA/s400/GE7135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; God bless and all the best for you're second degree:D thinking of going to NZ, so let me know what's is like, not so keen atm:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SZpg34JJn0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/lLVVeCaVgqU/s1600-h/Ugg___Valentines_Day____by_lhosford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303658024262016834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SZpg34JJn0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/lLVVeCaVgqU/s400/Ugg___Valentines_Day____by_lhosford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I got more chocs....Security was alrights I suppose:D &lt;em&gt;best part&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Free&lt;/strong&gt; DRINKSXD (see CAS diary - &lt;a href="http://acrysaid-gnehs.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://acrysaid-gnehs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to write my own comics hence "cubes and sticks" Generally it consist of cubes and stick peeps. Sort of bloody, lots of fighting and conspiracy=p It's called doodling- when you're bored and jobless;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools a bummer- exams in April, not been doing exactly really well in english, geo, probably failed math X_X, so gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. &lt;em&gt;"Even angels need parachutes" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- adopted from AVA (discovered from watching OTHXD, latest love) as well as This Beautiful Republic. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SZpjnVKiXkI/AAAAAAAAApY/VeQui6USrXo/s1600-h/avaLOGO2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303661038529568322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SZpjnVKiXkI/AAAAAAAAApY/VeQui6USrXo/s400/avaLOGO2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. Music updates ASAP:D Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-5121319725331985371?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5121319725331985371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5121319725331985371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/02/ronnie-chocolates-cubes-sticks.html' title='Ronnie &amp; Chocolates - (Cubes &amp; Sticks)'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SZpg3kszSnI/AAAAAAAAApI/_ztsHmUeMOA/s72-c/GE7135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-6291794415991214145</id><published>2009-02-04T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:53:37.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It helps if you're a millionaire.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SYk7ayfJGpI/AAAAAAAAAos/1AqWvpOjOUE/s1600-h/pilot_by_victorhbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298831767993129618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SYk7ayfJGpI/AAAAAAAAAos/1AqWvpOjOUE/s400/pilot_by_victorhbc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I couldn't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I was busy dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. check it out: sort of funny comic strip. to CS pros so yeah:P &lt;a href="http://www.phatassproduction.ca/members/ASSASIAN/images/comic-noobb.jpg"&gt;http://www.phatassproduction.ca/members/ASSASIAN/images/comic-noobb.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-6291794415991214145?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/6291794415991214145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/6291794415991214145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-helps-if-youre-millionaire.html' title='It helps if you&apos;re a millionaire.........'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SYk7ayfJGpI/AAAAAAAAAos/1AqWvpOjOUE/s72-c/pilot_by_victorhbc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-8414483881450821435</id><published>2009-01-30T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:12:37.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it when I bit my own Lip</title><content type='html'>yeah it definately sucks. frig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SYJ9N-OObfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/TKA0M6zH87s/s1600-h/foto-kebab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296933790735560178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SYJ9N-OObfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/TKA0M6zH87s/s400/foto-kebab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoots, had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;london kebab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday, and my &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;butt&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is possesed gas. Smell-less, surprisingly:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SYJ9N0e_hhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/J7UT0ghqG_Q/s1600-h/School_Children_Farting_Ahead_by_KeswickPinhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296933788121531922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SYJ9N0e_hhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/J7UT0ghqG_Q/s400/School_Children_Farting_Ahead_by_KeswickPinhead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you got home safe bro:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misslove you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I have to admit, I forgot you had a monstrous appetite D_D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always knew you loved your food though;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, maybe &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Angel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; isn't so bad afterall ;p btw &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whats the real, correct chord progression???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-8414483881450821435?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8414483881450821435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8414483881450821435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-it-when-i-bit-my-own-lip.html' title='I hate it when I bit my own Lip'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SYJ9N-OObfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/TKA0M6zH87s/s72-c/foto-kebab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-4809546448043917140</id><published>2009-01-19T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:30:00.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess whos back? BACK AGAIN XD</title><content type='html'>So 3 things come to my mind when that song pops into my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My miri swimming competition (long story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My roomates for the miri swimming competition - Chris and Frank:P Not the best of influence I have to say, but great fun staying with them:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nonetheless, co-owner of this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SXQc4GahsiI/AAAAAAAAAmg/mj-LAJ64cU4/s1600-h/n595812260_1582606_7496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292887212187300386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SXQc4GahsiI/AAAAAAAAAmg/mj-LAJ64cU4/s400/n595812260_1582606_7496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You gotta explain the pickachu tail man, seriously, when we meet=p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOOTS!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jingsz*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-4809546448043917140?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4809546448043917140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4809546448043917140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-whos-back-back-again-xd.html' title='Guess whos back? BACK AGAIN XD'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SXQc4GahsiI/AAAAAAAAAmg/mj-LAJ64cU4/s72-c/n595812260_1582606_7496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-6153052236068155749</id><published>2009-01-11T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:55:46.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SWmxvq4b08I/AAAAAAAAAmA/hE12qjFCc-E/s1600-h/Moleque_Cabecao_by_marchine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289954669846320066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SWmxvq4b08I/AAAAAAAAAmA/hE12qjFCc-E/s400/Moleque_Cabecao_by_marchine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have to say, there is no better time to leave than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem for the first of things, most importantly anyways. UK and I suppose a medical based career is not my interest. Guess I just pretend it was?!?! Weird I know. So I'm sorry if you thought I could pull through, but I dont need an extra, unecessary load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the ole' days then. Gosh, how crappy is it gonna be going back to music, only cause it's so pai-seh&gt;&lt; and that it's scary cause NO ONE has ever got higher than 5. Though I'd feel much more relaxed, plus from experience, theres benefitsXD MWHAHAHAHAHA well the way I see it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, Looks like it's time for a breakthrough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just malay that's the worst of my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it - friggin' IB! X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;troublesome much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Oh, would you be my hiding place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. It's hard to imagine the end. It's definately impossible to predict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-6153052236068155749?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/6153052236068155749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/6153052236068155749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/01/schools-in.html' title='Schools In'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SWmxvq4b08I/AAAAAAAAAmA/hE12qjFCc-E/s72-c/Moleque_Cabecao_by_marchine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5082757916249120630</id><published>2009-01-09T08:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:36:52.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>It's for school. Got lazy and decided to go with a blog since I wasn't allowed to just print all my diary entries and bind them together:P anyways, all it is is a record of my creativity, action, and service activities which I've got to complete 50 hours of each to pass IB. Fun stuff:D then again pretty troublesome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://acrysaid-gnehs.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://acrysaid-gnehs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as great as this blog of course cause I just made it in like 5 minutes:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy....or not:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz* sick X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I was looking up anagrams for Sheng/s CAS diary, as I was trying to create my URL like this blog and came up with some odd results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rich Sad Gayness&lt;br /&gt;- Crying ass-head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty hilarious too=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-5082757916249120630?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5082757916249120630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5082757916249120630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-8703602113840855659</id><published>2009-01-04T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:24:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!?!?!?!?!?@312312831121afudhfi12h</title><content type='html'>Thought you were gonna post bro???:P Heh, I understand....girl problems again!??!? :P Just kiddin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEARS YO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No resolutions yet...but I do want a few things. My sis is leaving, and she's been like shopping so I've gotten the fever and started craving things too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SWCNEL0tqtI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_NuirEpdPdI/s1600-h/itouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287381065565842130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SWCNEL0tqtI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_NuirEpdPdI/s400/itouch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SWCNEDFeXgI/AAAAAAAAAkk/6fmgLrFYTJU/s1600-h/51b31I4J7cL__SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287381063220223490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SWCNEDFeXgI/AAAAAAAAAkk/6fmgLrFYTJU/s400/51b31I4J7cL__SS400_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe when I leave I'll get an i-something:PP Apple's always improving. The nature of technology ladies and gentlemen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, I'll probably wanna lose a few kilos....looking back at old photos just makes me depressed=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Blessed fullfilling year:)) takecares;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiddengangs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. No objection to christmas songs?? XD SWEET^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-8703602113840855659?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8703602113840855659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8703602113840855659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year312312831121afudhfi12h.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!?!?!?!?!?@312312831121afudhfi12h'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SWCNEL0tqtI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_NuirEpdPdI/s72-c/itouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-1561804630603672742</id><published>2008-12-25T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:14:00.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In like a Lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SVHGgqujWvI/AAAAAAAAAkU/NGRaeCnMddA/s1600-h/fcf3e9eaaeda90d214acdc13033ba316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283222102409960178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SVHGgqujWvI/AAAAAAAAAkU/NGRaeCnMddA/s400/fcf3e9eaaeda90d214acdc13033ba316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Merry &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmast&lt;/span&gt; to you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;peeps&lt;/span&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for visiting hiddengangs and we hope you had a cheerful time this Xmas and a splendid year! XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best with new year, and hope to see you on the tag board soon(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiddengangs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. HAPPY HOLIDAYS:D Well what's left of it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pps. Sorry for the lack of christmast songs, was suppose to put some up but, had some problems, maybe in January^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ppps. Title is one of my favs track yet on Let it snow baby...let it reindeer(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-1561804630603672742?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1561804630603672742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1561804630603672742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-like-lion.html' title='In like a Lion'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SVHGgqujWvI/AAAAAAAAAkU/NGRaeCnMddA/s72-c/fcf3e9eaaeda90d214acdc13033ba316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-695423036686846536</id><published>2008-12-09T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:59:01.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother; HAPPY BIRTHDAY~</title><content type='html'>YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got your day right this year too! Man, I'm good;) Skillage as they say:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year without me being able to celebrate your birthday with yous, but hey I'm proud of myself, I've managed to send you gift ever since the last time you were here to celebrate your birthday with me:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, hope you liked the gift; have to say I've got a pretty neat taste eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, forgot to mention in the letter, you owe me:P The least you can do is post so please do man! haha probably take a pix of yourself and my pressie and post it=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm currently in Mt.Hope, (and hopefully still alive:P) I shan't be able to chat on the phone as usual, so maybe christmast yeah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare of yourself yeah; have a wicked day with friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Gid XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misslove;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. you know too bad you aren't here to scab my food again whilst I wash my hands:P&lt;br /&gt;Pps. Ah man, we've run out of photos! haha come back so we can look cool again and take smexy photos of ourselves(; I've got an idea, shall try it out when I come back:P&lt;br /&gt;Ppps. Amen to that ehXD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-695423036686846536?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/695423036686846536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/695423036686846536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/12/brother-happy-birthday.html' title='Brother; HAPPY BIRTHDAY~'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-4901584165173351451</id><published>2008-12-07T07:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T07:44:00.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BURFDAY D'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/STht9F-kw3I/AAAAAAAAAkM/BCPagxIMRs8/s1600-h/764930357l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276087859808617330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/STht9F-kw3I/AAAAAAAAAkM/BCPagxIMRs8/s400/764930357l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm probably somewhere in Indon somewhere in the jungle in Mt. Hope:P Sucks that I shan't be here today in Brunei, could have been hanging out eh, still gotta try the new ratchet and clank!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoots, here's for the post I missed out last year=X Didn't forget this time! HAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday D'^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope it was smashing awesome=D clearly it would have been way better if I was around though;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you when I get back? Cant wait to finally Chillax after school(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you loads pop;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. It's probably not the most appealing picture:P Well it's just me, haha you look pretty cool with the "split-down-the-middle" and long hair:P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-4901584165173351451?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4901584165173351451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4901584165173351451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-burfday-d.html' title='HAPPY BURFDAY D&apos;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/STht9F-kw3I/AAAAAAAAAkM/BCPagxIMRs8/s72-c/764930357l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-1575622836842135654</id><published>2008-11-26T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:22:38.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Christian punk/emo band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SSz2_SqNjPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/pJSI6M_YpMY/s1600-h/5158oR18jzL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272860830945086706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SSz2_SqNjPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/pJSI6M_YpMY/s400/5158oR18jzL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture. don't really know how to explain it, but haha it just really looks cool^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly recommended(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;em&gt;D' &lt;/em&gt;would put it: &lt;em&gt;"A bit of fallout boy, relient k, and P.O.D."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot pops! Great stuff(; heh, you know me;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SSz3QzeUQWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/seVzQBTe7Mc/s1600-h/ThisBeautifulRepublic.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272861131811340642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SSz3QzeUQWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/seVzQBTe7Mc/s400/ThisBeautifulRepublic.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;America's full of bands. Probably why I wanna head there in 2 years...My first concert=O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jingsz*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ps. A week left! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-1575622836842135654?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1575622836842135654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1575622836842135654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/11/american-christian-punkemo-band.html' title='American Christian punk/emo band'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SSz2_SqNjPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/pJSI6M_YpMY/s72-c/5158oR18jzL__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-8105112224053667559</id><published>2008-11-19T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:14:15.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For someone Special; (something special too)</title><content type='html'>Just in case I don't get the intended wishing I wanna give; heres to You:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Happy Burfday buddy! Though it probably would have been more glorious and grand if I was present eh;) Do hope it was cheerful, and amazing, despite it being a "new" experience as it is away from home. "Sieze the day" as they say, and be awfully generous to yourself! Especially with foodXD Hope it was all that you wanted, and that you got all you wanted=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get your bum back here &lt;strong&gt;ASAP&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;OR ELSE.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never get the &lt;em&gt;marvelous, anonymous&lt;/em&gt; gift I have in store for yous. Btw, that comes along with a lot more incentives...Admit it, the only thing that was missing from you're pressie list was a trip back home. Or a trip for everyone here to there^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Obviously, and it's probably really repetitive, monotonous, and really really oversaid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey you've gotta admit; You can never get enough love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you &amp; I extremely miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I was just recalling in chem extra classes, one year before in chem with yous(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;s&gt;Hopefully, hopefully, I get the salutation I planned;))&lt;/s&gt; I DID GET IT:D IT FELT SO GOOD*Hugs* hehehe lets hope I dont get caught =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Something Special- this is like totally off topic but I just had to share it with you and of course the rest of the peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Von; You missed the biggest prank I've, well "WE've" done. I suppose you can guess my apprentice; OH, sorry for the absence of pixs. You/I kinda used them all=p if you catch my drift;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To peeps; Yes, I did shove down a dead rat in Liam's bag for almost killing me by putting in a plastic thread in my bottle which I almost consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Has he found it yet?&lt;/s&gt; He did. 80 minutes later we dumped in his bag. Unfortunately Will got it on his neck....hopefully he's not got the plague...wasnt at school todayD_D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: We found another one today...a much more fresh carcass:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not...:PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. Watch you're bags people! D_D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-8105112224053667559?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8105112224053667559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8105112224053667559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-someone-special-something-special.html' title='For someone Special; (something special too)'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7817645615940984594</id><published>2008-11-17T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:04:06.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SSKE6EUUqGI/AAAAAAAAAj0/kdxH35zHlQ4/s1600-h/lonely+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269920647103162466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SSKE6EUUqGI/AAAAAAAAAj0/kdxH35zHlQ4/s400/lonely+post.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Clearly, it's more profound than being lonely.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sittin in a hotel miles from nowhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought that this would be my happiness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look at the phone and pick it up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the millionth time I put it down again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I let you go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've got no right to know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever get lonely baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you ever get tired of living that way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you ever wonder whether there's a better life, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;out there yeah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever think about what we had &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how you'd give anything to get it back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever think you'll never love that way again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonder if and only &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever get lonely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look around the room and wonder &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it was and how my life has changed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm surrounded by a million so called friends &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't even know their names &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all of your love is gone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you you feel like you don't belong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh tell me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever get lonely baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever get tired of living that way&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever wonder whether there's a better life,&lt;br /&gt;out there yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think about what we had&lt;br /&gt;And how you'd give anything to get it back&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think you'll never love that way again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that this world has changed us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now we're nothing more than strangers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But do you think about me ever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you think we belong together &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever get lonely baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever get tired of living that way&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever wonder whether there's a better life,&lt;br /&gt;out there yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think about what we had&lt;br /&gt;And how you'd give anything to get it back&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think you'll never love that way again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever miss me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wishing you could kiss me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only you could hold me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever get lonely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like me....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hiddengangs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-7817645615940984594?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7817645615940984594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7817645615940984594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/11/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SSKE6EUUqGI/AAAAAAAAAj0/kdxH35zHlQ4/s72-c/lonely+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-6802088501517913570</id><published>2008-11-11T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:32:38.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How Can I keep from singing Your Praise? For You and I were Made to Worship.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chris Tomlin; See the Morning [Special Edition]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the word: - 1 John 4:7-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For taking it All - For showing what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Perhaps Chem does hold hope. No promises though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. I knew we've studied "The Great Gatsby" in English before! The whole chapter about luxurious parties, and crates of oranges, orchestra! It was in one of our practice language papers ;p Just learning it in Malay is a whole new level.X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SRk0Dwar7-I/AAAAAAAAAjs/Je13ajC3j_I/s1600-h/FK1LHRLFDO2095U_MEDIUM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267298478327590882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SRk0Dwar7-I/AAAAAAAAAjs/Je13ajC3j_I/s400/FK1LHRLFDO2095U_MEDIUM.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/13302375-6802088501517913570?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/6802088501517913570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/6802088501517913570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/11/give-thanks.html' title='Give Thanks'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SRk0Dwar7-I/AAAAAAAAAjs/Je13ajC3j_I/s72-c/FK1LHRLFDO2095U_MEDIUM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-3968045330491582095</id><published>2008-11-04T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:58:06.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SRPKPZxF8LI/AAAAAAAAAjk/6kK8yJI7ASg/s1600-h/_November__by_witchlady750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265774755289886898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SRPKPZxF8LI/AAAAAAAAAjk/6kK8yJI7ASg/s400/_November__by_witchlady750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papillo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel like posting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stuff flying around my perplexed mind...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if Chem was worth it. Or will it ever be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That maybe I should have stayed in music and learnt how to appreciate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterall I like what's easy(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There could always be shifting...But I feel like I'm at the brink of a break through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bits and pieces suddenly spring back together and despite the current struggle which is probably eternal , the lightbulb sparks several flickers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can see clearly now, the rain is gone..." &lt;/em&gt;can't remember what song this is from.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've had a flash of what I thought was maybe love. Then again at this moment, I say it's just interest...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TOK that is. The essays are troublesome...but deep. I kinda enjoyed bull-ing all the way. That I was proud when I achieved some aknowledgement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got my report today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Average really, total of 30/45 points=S If I include the "supposably" extra point for a B in TOK;P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could actually settle on this(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Exceptions were "copying in bio" -_-" I dont even want to elaborate. "distractions in geo" neither this X_X pfft. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if theres a point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If theres ever an end,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or is it just another beginning?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps a reason too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"TAN" days to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everythings ready.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well at least I think it is. The heart if full of surprises after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still waiting for you're post bro;p Though we'll have a joint one soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's more of for you from me, or from me to you, or from you to lotus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's complicated. It always is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theres no really "I can put my hand on this and say..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been thinking alot about you&lt;em&gt;s.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The picture holds love, and pain and the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Memories hold everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So where does He stands in all of this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the centre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a good motto/theme/whatever you call it;p/your trademark; and it's where this ends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna look to You everyday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just like those days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But even more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me.Papillo;P Shane*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-3968045330491582095?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3968045330491582095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3968045330491582095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SRPKPZxF8LI/AAAAAAAAAjk/6kK8yJI7ASg/s72-c/_November__by_witchlady750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5587468088243080854</id><published>2008-10-26T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:12:08.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shane &amp; Sheng</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SQPtxhc6xiI/AAAAAAAAAjc/PZKkDrsfOHI/s1600-h/51U83hf9n3L__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261310224747906594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SQPtxhc6xiI/AAAAAAAAAjc/PZKkDrsfOHI/s400/51U83hf9n3L__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I thought what &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shane &amp;amp; Shane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; reflected most was a striking resemblence of &lt;em&gt;Mercyme&lt;/em&gt;. In looks, and voice. Big guys, super range, marvelous melodies. Then again, whilst I continued listening to a few tracks on "pages" I thought they &lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt; sound like &lt;em&gt;jason mraz&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;panic at the disco. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently they've got really wicked guitar skills, says stephen, but I've yet to hear a track with jaw-dropping guitar riffs! Anyone know which tracks from which Album? Ronnie should know(; Thanks for taking the time to burn me another copy! Hopefully it wasn't that troublesome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shane &amp;amp; Shane always brings me back to Mr. Walters i.e. Mr. mouth twitcher(: He was the greatestXD If you recall, he called me shane too probably cause he had pronounciation problems;P People even made a petition for him to stay, but this was intervened and he had to leave for health reasons. He was the one who always knew the culprit of the foul gas(; Haha, gave me a lesson on how they tax farmers in Oz for the farts given off by their cow in order to try make farmers deter from ranching I suppose as you know how carbon dioxide is a greenhouse gas and blah blah...Anyways, I miss the loud, friendly, cheers we use to give him every time he entered the room, and how he would call us smelly, dirty, horrible children, whilst twitching! :P Was a precious sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully Ronnie will be still around and that their christmast album releases in time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and you got me on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stellar Kart! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're like christian punk! WOOTS! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SQPnzmEIB0I/AAAAAAAAAjM/-SdEecv-Lzo/s1600-h/511LEUST23L__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261303663276066626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SQPnzmEIB0I/AAAAAAAAAjM/-SdEecv-Lzo/s400/511LEUST23L__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ps. It's weird, on youtube, the blonde dude's surfboard has the "not of this world" logo on it, but on this album cover it doesnt....hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-5587468088243080854?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5587468088243080854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5587468088243080854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/09/shane-sheng.html' title='Shane &amp; Sheng'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SQPtxhc6xiI/AAAAAAAAAjc/PZKkDrsfOHI/s72-c/51U83hf9n3L__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-201481506412763411</id><published>2008-10-10T16:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:32:36.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kakak J</title><content type='html'>So it was a really touching moment at the airport. Seriously. I'm sorry I smiled like all the way(you were too!); and like no tears=X It's been one heck of a journey from the early high school days till now, and it's been extravagantly filled with a whole bunch of blues, yellows, red, black, violet etc. Having you around in high school was absolutely wicked! XD College would be a whole new level of greater , beautiful things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're bound to all travel down the different paths at the crossroad of life someday, yours is gonna take you quite a wee bit far out; but it looks like it's going to be definately promising(: probably not always, but you will have you're days and at times you might not. What remains is that you will always have me and the rest of you're loved ones^^ Your's truly forever! don't forget : - CONTROL(; mehehe pretty horrible adik eh, speaking to his elder kak like this and giving her advice0=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving you tonnes of buckets full of hearts, hugs, kisses, and grins;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're fellow orphan brother;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dik*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. It's the best "natsuki shot" I could find.*grins* Think we did take one of you with the "natuski hat" way before in the earlier years, but heck, this is pricelessXD *mwahs* Did some editing at you're "home court" - adobe(; I learnt from the best:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SO8-xQxK97I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/WbtJWvWH1bE/s1600-h/emoj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255488306200377266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SO8-xQxK97I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/WbtJWvWH1bE/s400/emoj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pps. Signature please!!?!?!?! I'm a HUGE fan=) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pps. Hopefully the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hat and the letter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; helped smother the tears to laughter((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ppps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The featured song&lt;/strong&gt; on the blog is for&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt;(; Shall continue to share music with yous((; The music player is further down on the right, below the archvies just in case you were wondering(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pppps. Oh it's for you too &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Von&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(: If you didn't manage to listen to it before. Heh, it's a pretty good farewell song I have to admit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ppppps. I wanna go OZ too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-201481506412763411?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/201481506412763411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/201481506412763411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/10/kakak-j.html' title='Kakak J'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SO8-xQxK97I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/WbtJWvWH1bE/s72-c/emoj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-2955684982339089293</id><published>2008-10-08T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:50:20.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melamine and China's Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SOysQWWkx-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/SOEIdSsgU4k/s1600-h/yili%2472410545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254764262112675810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SOysQWWkx-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/SOEIdSsgU4k/s400/yili%2472410545.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's talking about it. It's literally in the paper everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it just happened that I was talking about this dilemma with my sister and she came across with an interesting point: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suppose this was a secret way of cutting down on their population...Afterall overpopulation does have its cons. Not to mention this would probably help out with the "China One Child Policy Rule" It would be interesting if this was the actual mastermind or reason for this crisis. Come to think of it, they might have the opinion of this helping to reduce global warming....well that's enough of geo! But seriously, think about it. HUGE population and growing, limited resources. You can't really help but think that this could be a secret kinda plan alongside with the One child policy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SOysQmxcJqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VeSXPHeKhTg/s1600-h/Guitar_Baby_by_Kvaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254764266520323746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SOysQmxcJqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VeSXPHeKhTg/s400/Guitar_Baby_by_Kvaga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which brings me to something crazy. When we were in Miri, D' was reading the paper, and there was this girl who was willing to pay people to kill her parents because the parents said she had to get rid of some of her comics because they were moving or something like that....but heck, thats friggin' EXTREME D_D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;One last thing:&lt;/span&gt; Who would jump into the sea to save their dog from a shark??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd let the dog die.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 days left=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. Am thinking of a new template....then again, I love this layout:D Black(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-2955684982339089293?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2955684982339089293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2955684982339089293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/10/melamine-and-chinas-milk.html' title='Melamine and China&apos;s Milk'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SOysQWWkx-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/SOEIdSsgU4k/s72-c/yili%2472410545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-8478796084820437516</id><published>2008-10-01T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:18:58.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Term and luminnol</title><content type='html'>After 6 grueling weeks we've finally reached the long awaited mid term break. It's been that's fast since and I couldn't have wished for anything more than this. Despite the fact that I've got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;s&gt;A Biology Report&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A Chemistry Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. An english play to read: Oedepus rex =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;s&gt; Math Report&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;s&gt; Geography Report&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to waste most of the days away in bed or eating or doing more sports, or just hanging out. It's great that I can finally watch some proper t.v. Been wanting to catch up with 24 and House for ages! Perhaps I will make my way down to JIS to visit Casey, since you peeps don't have a mid term break! :P Anyhoots,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest question I've been asking myself till yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;What's keeping me in Chemistry??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets start with what is a luminesce/luminescent/lumen (I'm not sure if i'm gramatically correct?;p) reaction, and the simple explaination is that, we all know the basic chemistry, that some chemical reactions give out heat, well a luminsece reaction gives out &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;LIGHT!&lt;/span&gt; So basically we were all shown how this reaction works. Taking some bleach, sodium hydroxide and lumen solution ( I think that's what it's called) Mrs. mixed it up and SHA-ZAM!!! The mixed solution poofs up into a glowing solution XD As we pretty much darkened the room it was so amazing and cool!! It was like WOW, and despite having such a horrible time of 80 minutes of practical without any results, this kinda lifted my mood up. Guess that's the coolest thing you'll ever discover in Chemistry, mixing solutions and unfolding their reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was unable to find a proper picture of the exact experiment we did, but here's a decent picture that I managed to find. Not as cool as the blue colour light that illuminated with the bleach, but it's a taste of what we saw. I had no photos because I would probably be expelled by now:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SONn_Xa4WvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/r-4VkF6YUyE/s1600-h/Tyler%27s%2520luminescent%2520vial%2520cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252155928760310514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SONn_Xa4WvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/r-4VkF6YUyE/s400/Tyler%27s%2520luminescent%2520vial%2520cropped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SONn_V64KWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/75acRRi99xE/s1600-h/luminescence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252155928357644642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SONn_V64KWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/75acRRi99xE/s400/luminescence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So there you have it; one of the beauties of Chemistry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jingsz*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ps. WOOTS! MIRI YOUTH CONCERT THINGY TOMORROW:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pps. If any more Chemistry involves Stoichiometry, it's drama for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ppps. I LVOE PERRY XD WOOTS!! Phineas and Ferb BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SONmmFHiMQI/AAAAAAAAAZg/bNUm_PbhcSo/s1600-h/55019910.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-8478796084820437516?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8478796084820437516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8478796084820437516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/10/mid-term-and-luminesce.html' title='Mid Term and luminnol'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SONn_Xa4WvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/r-4VkF6YUyE/s72-c/Tyler%27s%2520luminescent%2520vial%2520cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-2373863681071624152</id><published>2008-09-16T15:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:46:21.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimpse of IB; for the SIC</title><content type='html'>So we've entered the 4th week of IB, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it was that fast! Work is pilling up already. Deadlines, writeups, tests, assignments, homework really. Right now, it's really hard to manipulate time, specify and organize with my grade 7 piano exam this FridayX_X Most of the day is spent outside home, school, extra classes, tuition or just waiting for mother, then when I finally get home, exhausted after all the days events and in pain in the head. By the time I'm all showered and full, I've got 4 hours to complete homework and practice enough piano that my piano teacher suggests. It's not easy I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Biggest jump so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I've always hated chem. Well, since year 10. It's alright now. I've got gurantees and more hope than I've had in year10&amp;amp;11. It does tend to be scary, but I guess time will help over the years. Practicals are awesome:D All except dealing with corrosive chemicalsX_X Can't wait to see what else is in store:) Hopefully something really wicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; too has been tedious. They say it's pretty much Addmath with extra stuff, but I didn't finished the syllabus, neither studying the textbook. Basically our "smart-azz" class didn't complete the course but studied it for about half a year?? So thats probably why I'm so proud of my Addmath result, especially after finding about the break down of my results for the 2 papers:D How did I pull through? Has to be all Him. I seriously didn't work very hard and was "sleeping" as the sister quotes for like 3/4 of the exam:P Anways, math is bearable for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay orals again today-_-" Had no clue what my word was:P Hopefully I passed. Examiners were super nice;p Helped me loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;time at all to excercise! Besides the usual sunday bball at St.Andrews, think I'm really gonna be obeseD_D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I despise &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TOK&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;MUSIC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I Miss KK, and because of that, I Miss you buddy!=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; facebook sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It is so not user friendly! Probably cos' I haven't read notices or went for a tutorial=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also want to go to D's place to play the latest &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ratchet &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;clank &lt;/span&gt;on ps3!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SM-a-KO0BaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/MFRtE8xMdpk/s1600-h/Ratchet_and_Clank_by_Wild_Espy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246582483598968226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SM-a-KO0BaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/MFRtE8xMdpk/s400/Ratchet_and_Clank_by_Wild_Espy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SM-aFv6CgmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kJjva_WLl2c/s1600-h/Ratchet_and_Clank_by_lordmesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246581514459841122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SM-aFv6CgmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kJjva_WLl2c/s400/Ratchet_and_Clank_by_lordmesa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. For you; cos you bugged me about my dead blog=p I do appreciate btw. So i'm still waiting to find out what I dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. That's a sign meaning you should blog more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;GID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and not put random stuff about you're IQ and what you're name means:PP BUT it's an effort, and I appreciate it. Thanks for making hiddengangs, hiddengangs(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-2373863681071624152?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2373863681071624152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2373863681071624152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/09/glimpse-of-ib-for-sic.html' title='A glimpse of IB; for the SIC'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SM-a-KO0BaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/MFRtE8xMdpk/s72-c/Ratchet_and_Clank_by_Wild_Espy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-9163839218650031677</id><published>2008-09-04T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:13:39.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the sister, mother, brother and the one who thought i forgot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY BURFDAY TO HUI MIN, MI, BRO, AND KAK BIL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DAY IS YOURS. TAKE IT, LIVE IT, AND ENJOY IT TO THE FULLEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HUIMIN&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt; I CANT BELIEVE YOU FORGOT THAT I REMEMBERED YOU'RE BURFDAY!!! WE WERE TALKING ABOUT THE DAY BEFORE YOU'RE BURFDAY!! I WAS LIKE SO MIN YOU'RE BURFDAYS TOMORROW OR SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES....THEN HAZIMS LIKE I'LL BAKE YOU A CUPCAKE, 99% I MAY NOT 1% MAYBE COS OF WORK AND LAH LAH LAH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;KAK BIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hazim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wishes you too&lt;33 missing you.....killed our hope....lied about coming back to ISB.....still lub you(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINT IS, I DON'T FORGET THESE THINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE YOU PEEPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JINGZ*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-9163839218650031677?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/9163839218650031677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/9163839218650031677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-sister-mother-brother-and-one-who.html' title='For the sister, mother, brother and the one who thought i forgot;'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-6571991292805824255</id><published>2008-09-02T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:14:17.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl who stayed forever young...</title><content type='html'>Honestly, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yesz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you still look the same...maybe a bit taller, but haha, the rest is still there! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BURFDAY:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sorry for the late post, but it took some time to find what I was looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SLwh_MYqteI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hfbc_sF55bk/s1600-h/n562861798_317932_2745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SLwh_MYqteI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hfbc_sF55bk/s400/n562861798_317932_2745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241101435892577762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA - I don't know about you but it's not the kiddish looks that's hilarious;) smexy pose yesz, :P RESPECT!=p HAHAHAHA I'll see you this sat(: thats if you don't decide to kick me out=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiddengangs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-6571991292805824255?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/6571991292805824255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/6571991292805824255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/09/girl-who-stayed-forever-young.html' title='The Girl who stayed forever young...'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SLwh_MYqteI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hfbc_sF55bk/s72-c/n562861798_317932_2745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7498952509702255422</id><published>2008-08-25T14:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:11:33.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss...(failure II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SLO0QggxNBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/KNziOOFTgkA/s1600-h/n510338236_339124_1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238728987260302354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SLO0QggxNBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/KNziOOFTgkA/s400/n510338236_339124_1815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everything about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everything about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nwer did deserve the title "&lt;em&gt;best buddy&lt;/em&gt;" but you were totally worthy of that title. I'm not being modest like how you were always when it came to who was smarter. Admit it, you were the nerd and between us two you were the brains. Okay so time to time I would score a bit higher but you were always on a roll. You make me everso proud:D Go show those ozzies your potential!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know about you folks but it's not everyday that your "best buddy" hits you in your privates while being your partner for doubles in a game of tennis. Maybe I shouldn’t have turned around....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never got why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;was grinning. Evil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SLZPLUWiKhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/hCZ5ZaKxnhw/s1600-h/n510338236_339209_7537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239462272352528914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SLZPLUWiKhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/hCZ5ZaKxnhw/s400/n510338236_339209_7537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever wonder why it’s the smallest things that have the greatest worth? I believe it’s because we take them for granted and after all has passed and cannot be undone, we are shot. Helpless. And then we suddenly realize the real worth of what we shared - priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTE&lt;/span&gt; - STATUS OF FAILURE I: UNPUBLISHED&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; REASON&lt;/span&gt;; MASSIVE LOADS OF POSTING MATERIAL LOST&gt;&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SLZPLagfh5I/AAAAAAAAAYw/wDSFyyseOvo/s1600-h/n510338236_339206_6661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239462274004912018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SLZPLagfh5I/AAAAAAAAAYw/wDSFyyseOvo/s400/n510338236_339206_6661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pps. Love you much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-7498952509702255422?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7498952509702255422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7498952509702255422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-missfailure-ii.html' title='I Miss...(failure II)'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SLO0QggxNBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/KNziOOFTgkA/s72-c/n510338236_339124_1815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-4724162669346718964</id><published>2008-08-19T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:35:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-chi, E-pah, E-Jiu ( failure II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;mmhmm&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because its&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;19&lt;/strong&gt; routine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and here at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; it's the same old me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that one thing of the moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that we all happen to like will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;only very temporarily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kinda break the cycle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the double edged sword&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of being lazy and being bored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we just want more and more and more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till it's all we can afford&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory - Oliver Goldsmith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O MEMORY,&lt;br /&gt;thou fond deceivers&lt;br /&gt;till importunate and vain,&lt;br /&gt;To former joys recurring ever,&lt;br /&gt;And turning all the past to pain:Thou, like the world, th' oppresee'd oppressing,&lt;br /&gt;Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe:&lt;br /&gt;And he who wants each other blessing in thee must ever find a foe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Better for you. I’m still pathetic and sorry. I’m proud of you. Don’t forget our motto. Don’t forget you’re priorities. Don’t forget who to consult first and foremost! Don’t forget He loves you. Don’t forget I love you. BUT, Forget the rest of this post and it’s connections hereafter. Well, at least try to. You’re already doing better than me. Just remember it differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brothers in Crime;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers in crisis&lt;br /&gt;Brothers in pain&lt;br /&gt;Brothers in joy&lt;br /&gt;Brothers forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;school in a day;&lt;br /&gt;8760 hours in a way;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that time would be short as always. I realized that it would be unfair. So I’m sorry if I disappoint after all the anticipation. Really nothing to be proud of, or joyous about. Just something sentimental. Something that feels forever close to my heart despite the current life I live in. “I thought age would tell us secrets, but the secrets are still secrets” Beauty in the Broken; Starfield; Lost. Don’t know where I am. Feels like I’m just taking the current. I don’t seem to care but He knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I remember most prominently is how I use to cycle to that "place" I told you about and wanted to bring you there. I remember cycling past the hotel where I carried the golden gift, a neighbour to the waters. Quickly I would make my way past the lights, ISB, and the river where I would watch fish and fisherman, reminiscing the days with the brother. Upon my arrival I would park along the side of the road in the ghostly shade of the trees that careened and twirled ceaselessly like maddened horses desperately trying to break free from the bitter rein as the wind breathed. As dawn fused into dusk I would make my way across the secret paths guarded by thorn bushes. I would then continue running up and down, round and round till I saw a sign. There riding on winds it descend on magnificent wings as it home lay only a few miles away. As I watched intently on the chilly floor of the parking lot my mind would just shut down everything else except You. How I yearned and pined but all for disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was one thing I would love to experience again it would have to be your laughter. Weird choice? It was a rare moment where laughter would be heard. Guess it's one of things I find hard to imagine, or even hear it resound during those days of overthinking, reminiscing and missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misslove;&lt;br /&gt;Xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. What really sucks, is that I never really got to pinch your cheeks off(: Not even once did I get a quick pinch or pull. It wouldn't have hurt I promise(; You would have secretly loved it even if you did flinch I thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. Crap, I better stop. Get off the treadmill and pretending. Fantasizing. Wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-4724162669346718964?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4724162669346718964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4724162669346718964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-chi-e-pah-e-chiu-failure-ii.html' title='E-chi, E-pah, E-Jiu ( failure II)'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7568490866860509784</id><published>2008-08-10T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:17:46.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed, Anxious, Anticipated</title><content type='html'>I don't get some people. When they take a whiz, don't ever close the door? I mean it's okay if you're at home ( for men that is=p well guess you could say kids as well just to make in unisex) but sometimes when you're out there in public, and I mean in terms of church, why is it is so friggin' difficult to  close. And heck, if you think I'm rude, I say it's about time you learn how to close the door when you're doing you're business. And I know not everyone might not be pissed off at you opening the door while they are taking a whiz, but still it's humiliating, embarrassing, especially if you see what's not suppose to be seen. i.e. johnson. Point is, close the door while you dump or whiz! Such a small thing takes the least of efforts I assure you. And there is a lock on the door for a reason-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results in&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days? Still considering about whether I would like to publish my results. We'll see how good or bad it is, then you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is totally off track, but all I can say for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Brunei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; being exempted out of the Olympics is "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody gonna get a hurt realy bad!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJ6Uug3IYuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YwXU2hx8zXk/s1600-h/Russell+Peters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJ6Uug3IYuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YwXU2hx8zXk/s400/Russell+Peters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232783343867159266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-7568490866860509784?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7568490866860509784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7568490866860509784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/08/annoyed-anxious-anticipated.html' title='Annoyed, Anxious, Anticipated'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJ6Uug3IYuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YwXU2hx8zXk/s72-c/Russell+Peters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-1795200746581811765</id><published>2008-08-09T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:03:32.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.free-iqtest.net" title="IQ Test"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.free-iqtest.net/images/badges2/l140.gif" width="200" height="100" alt="IQ Test" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Free-IQTest.net - &lt;a title="IQ Test" href="http://www.free-iqtest.net"&gt;IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTgyNjg2ODU5MDkmcHQ9MTIxODI2ODc3MjEwMiZwPTEwOTE5MSZkPUZJUSZuPSZnPTE=.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-1795200746581811765?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1795200746581811765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1795200746581811765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>gideon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537710956517674645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-1080539406381248703</id><published>2008-07-30T22:23:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:12:11.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Oh, Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Everyday is a routine. Stereotypical and more or less dull. Now the weekends are keep me to gallop on. Best parts of the week:) Boredom bounces off the interiors and bounces right on me. Thing I struggle with at the moment, is dealing with peeps that I don't even know, that I don't even care about, but who seriously get on my goat. A little sunshine wasn't as unpleasant before and the very monotonous sounds that echo all the way through the flight of stairs just drive me up the wall. Of course there is the pleasure of enjoying the heavy showers and powerful breezes but that's probably as good as it gets besides the short distance between church. Pasar is another thing and less space to clean is one too but those are just minority. Priority is being and getting comfortable. Being able to doze off without the ringing sounds of birds or balls going off in my head and stirring me to and fro. It is being able to sleep without having to hear the talk which were once, more discreet. It's being able to enjoy the midnight cooking by having nature so close by and being able to look outside and admire how overwhelming nature is. But not here. And not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want; which really means I need them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Orange kicks:D Found a nice pair, can't wait to get themXD There's also a nice pair of converse kicks whereby 10% of the sales will fund the battle of aids, tuberculosis, and malaria in AFrica. Converse Church Taylor All Star(Product) Red 100 people Hi Top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a want/need/wish list without food on the list?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. GOLDEN KIWI'S!! Also fron New Zealand and currently in season. The Straight Times say they have smoother skins than the green counterparts and are in fact bright gold inside! It's also apparently much more sweeter than the green ones and has twice the amount of vitamin C of an orange and twice the vitamen E of an avocado! Crap, wish I was in Singapore. Could buy some! Could ask Min..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJB8jCzbslI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UjwAUBFkaTE/s1600-h/4594935ced8a3f8f424399237f0ea638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228816108867007058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJB8jCzbslI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UjwAUBFkaTE/s400/4594935ced8a3f8f424399237f0ea638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pluots, apriums and plumcots! All three of these I wanna try:DD They're basically hybrids of plums and apricots. Plumcots taste better than regular apricots but are as good as plums. Dark, lush red in colour of plums, juicy and bright gold inside like and apricot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJCBjD7aiXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/TQlrrRGFEBI/s1600-h/Simple_Addition_by_Witty_Banter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228821606727059826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJCBjD7aiXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/TQlrrRGFEBI/s400/Simple_Addition_by_Witty_Banter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okay so not exactly red but interesting pic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A phone. Only for the sake of contacting all those who are leaving or have already left X_X Haha hopefully it doesn't become too troublesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. A White SMEXY BASS! YES, been wanting one of these for ages! hehe hopefully I find one soon!! Get good results and get it:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. a Better summer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pps. Looks like you have more to post abt now Gid:D haha c'mon! tell me abt youthcamp!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PPPS. CD CRAVINGS!! IF I WERE RICH I WOULDN'T BE POSTING ALL THESE! OF COURSE THERES THE USUAL DOWNLOADING,BUT THERES JUST SOMETHING GREATER AND MORE SPECIAL IN A SENSE OF HAVING THE ORIGINAL COPY. SO THANKS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;YING&lt;/span&gt; FOR DOWNLOADING SOME OF THESE LATEST HITS FROM THE LATEST RELIENT K, BUT I SO NEED TO BE IN THE USA OR SOMEWHERE THAT SELLS THIS!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJJ5mMA63eI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-vILB7AKP_w/s1600-h/Thebirdandthebeesidestd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJJ5mMA63eI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-vILB7AKP_w/s400/Thebirdandthebeesidestd2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229375814297640418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJJ5mc1Jl1I/AAAAAAAAAYY/JR5ARaEtbKs/s1600-h/w03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJJ5mc1Jl1I/AAAAAAAAAYY/JR5ARaEtbKs/s400/w03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229375818811676498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love their artwork:D Like how the stars come in with the umbrella. creative much! Now I know where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel &lt;/span&gt;gets all the nice wallpaper stuff;p HAve you got the album yet bro? bet you have;p I'm pretty slow for a fanaticX_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJJ2w5cR0iI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FgGuhKOjfZs/s1600-h/20080105090853_0_All_that_is_Within_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229372699755794978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJJ2w5cR0iI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FgGuhKOjfZs/s400/20080105090853_0_All_that_is_Within_Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've like wanted this for ages. thanks for trying to get it for me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kester&lt;/span&gt;, UK's not that great afterall I see, in the sense of getting american band cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJJ2SK9y23I/AAAAAAAAAXg/QcArInGT2SE/s1600-h/51U83hf9n3L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229372171883830130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJJ2SK9y23I/AAAAAAAAAXg/QcArInGT2SE/s400/51U83hf9n3L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They remind me of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MercyMe&lt;/span&gt;. Big Guys that sing high. And the coolest thing about them is  they write music to Pslams!! Ronnie; tell me when you get copies again:D Also reminds me of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Mr. Walters&lt;/span&gt;, our beloved math teacher. HE was so awesome that peeps actually made a petition for everyone to sign for him to not leave. Amazing guy who had it all, love for the subject, sense of humour, and brains! He always use to call me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;SHANE&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;SHENG&lt;/span&gt;, haha that usually happens with the amo teachers. In fact he made fun of everybody's names;p in a funny way, still remember how funny it was when he twitched his mouth and blasted me for farting, told me about how in Oz, they charge farmers for the methane pumped out of cows bums! haha  I miss him loads. Best part, was when we stalled class but making him show the Switz vid twice:DD so manipulative;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJJ2SLNONoI/AAAAAAAAAXo/IbOdfXYOPCU/s1600-h/Hillsong_united_with_hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229372171948537474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJJ2SLNONoI/AAAAAAAAAXo/IbOdfXYOPCU/s400/Hillsong_united_with_hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The music is good:D Wasn't sure about what a few tracks were called but I would go for it for the sake of the artwork mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJJ2SU7d0oI/AAAAAAAAAXw/lp0-yhkTGZw/s1600-h/TIOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229372174558417538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJJ2SU7d0oI/AAAAAAAAAXw/lp0-yhkTGZw/s400/TIOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They did HEALER! MIKE is so friggin' cool:DD I want this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-1080539406381248703?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1080539406381248703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1080539406381248703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-oh-summer.html' title='Summer Oh, Summer'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SJB8jCzbslI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UjwAUBFkaTE/s72-c/4594935ced8a3f8f424399237f0ea638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-3685287335856331589</id><published>2008-06-26T10:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:44:44.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SGMSmm_PfpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/bTJ5C3v3Dw8/s1600-h/A_farewell_by_ftb82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216033247935299218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SGMSmm_PfpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/bTJ5C3v3Dw8/s400/A_farewell_by_ftb82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homesick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;I wish we were in heaven, that God would take us there. That way we wouldn’t have to take these exams…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago I was having this conversation with my little brother; we were both in the midst of exams where the days would be spent on subject after subject, fact after fact, calculation after calculation. Exams play an essential part of our lives; some of them determine our future or our further studies or perhaps where you stand in your social life, you’re reputation. We all know how life is when it gets to us. We might find that one day we find ourselves at the point of breaking down, seconds away to a drop, in joyous communion with friends and family. Who knows? But there’ll be one day along that road where you look at that intimidating, threatening pile of books needed for revision and just give up. Give in. And wish you were home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a pretty deep statement from an eleven year old if you think about. Wanting to be home just because of his exams though may seem pretty rash. But then again, when you think about his “solution” to his exams it does kinda throw it into the “deep” category again. Let’s just say it isn’t the typical type of 11 year old answer. So when I say homesick, it’s literal. Just that I feel there’s more than one home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel homesick? Or more so on why do people feel homesick too? I think it’s because we never got to/get to say goodbye. I think that why I miss. Goodbyes mean a lot to me even if it’s the last thing I would want to do at times. I’ve moved recently and it was abrupt. I mean I knew I was leaving but I didn’t know it was as soon as it was. It is hard and still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;. I’ve been in low san garden for 10 years give or take and it’s been pleasant. Guess I didn’t really like it when I we first moved in. But gradually it grew on me and I fell in love with home. I remember many things. All the neighbors, we had Patrick who lived at number 2 with his mini playground, fun guy(: I remember when he got chased but “the black and white dog”(that’s what we use to call it) and he was on his bike and crashed D_D hated that dog but thank god Patrick was safe:D then there were these 2 indian girls. Haha they weren’t exactly sociable in the simpang but yea…and then Shen and Yen. The brothers really were fun but did have a problem with excretion. Shen too a dump on the pole near the playhouse while Yen took a piss down the slide D_D yes, but we all still play on those things…they had a really cool room though! It was like a castle/camp kinda thing. Something any 6 year old would crave about. Next Kevin or was it calvin…he was cool always had fun playing with him and his army gear! Though he was a bit of a cry-er and we was frightened of his mama we had great times. He showed me all the secret room of the empire Cineplex and how everything works! Miss that guy actually. He’s all grown up now:D Still remember when we got chased by your mom to the construction site D_D come to think of it was actually fun. I shall say no more. Then there was Colin Roche and family. You were the probably the best neighbor I had before the Chin family moved in:D I remember all the ps2 moments, especially the NBA moments=p Plus roadrunner or was it loadrunner? I can’t remember but that was AWESOME:D You taught me Risk, boogle, monopoly and all the other amusing board games. Life was good. And then there was Marianne, Nigel, and Gregory. I still remember getting bullied by Marianne=p Nigel was pretty cool. Gregory was also pretty much bullied like me=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent neighbors, Gregorious Ranga, he was a suck up and first, and then a bully. But we got along well, though there was much bullying, there was still love in it. Miss that guy. Chin’s have been around for pretty long, but they are my second family. My second home. Miss them the most atm. Sheng lee. Thanks for the tennis and bball matches. Kept me active despite my lazyness. Jake Ten, thanks for all the rides and the bballs. I’ll drop by sometime soon when I return to get back stuff. Your dogs are still freaky though D_D Oh, and then theres my next door neighbour. Beautiful garden, but it’s freaky when the uncle wears heels in the morning to wash his car. Theres more unmanly stuff but that is enough. Then there is Aunty polylene? Think that’s how you spell it, but she was very kind, looked after us as kids and fed us too:D Tadun, the giant when he was 12D_D pool and bball with you was unforgettable! Bottom line is “ Love your neighbor as you love yourselves”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other pleasant memories consist of the wild river beside me house and the jungle behind the house. During intense rainfall the river would just rise that you could see it an inch below the wall that contained it. Was freaky but I always thought it was a perfect time for a swim:D I remember the wasted times fishing there…never caught a thing-_-“ What gave me most of the comfort were the two giant coconut trees. Not only was there plenty of meat, shade, drink, a sense of direction, it made me feel safe. What the jungle brings back is the snake attacks. Experienced a lot and have killed lots unfortunately. And then there were the monkeys, they’ve disappeared. Guess the needles in the banana trick really worked. Pretty smart idea I have to say colin(: Best times however were the squirrels visits. Seeing them scamper along the barbed wire on the fence was amazing. Early in the morning during breakfast you would see them scurry and dart along the thick vines. Such agile creatures I say. Every now and then the odd bird with its family would drop by for a visit. I still remember saving a pigeon from the thorn bushes. My good deed(: Ultimately, I miss having pets. I still remember cactus and Sheryl. My buck tooth friends. Becks and pussy which I never got to say goodbye to. Pussy was smart and faithful. Not the typical lazy Garfield type of cat. For one thing, he could open my door in the middle of the night, which was pretty freaky&gt;_&gt; Becks the faithful dog/wolf look alike. The other cool thing about you was the dreadlock you had on your tail! Haha What I have now? Are birds living in my air-conds and disrupting my afternoon naps-_-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I enjoyed most were the mango hunts we use to go on. Whilst there was no one there it wasn’t stealing but they still tasted good! Which reminds of James, Jessica and Mitchell! Blonde ozzies! Really cool though they slept at 7:30pm D_D which is crazy I think. Great bunch. Mangoes were good:D There was also the construction yard while it was still alive, and the lake where we would go rafting and fruit hunting with my brother! It was just so wonderful! It was like living in the wild! How we made our own camps and had wars, the good ole’ times. OH! I almost forgot! The philipinos! Great bball players:D though it seemed one dude was trying to hit on my sister which really annoyed me=/ furthermore the childhood games who I don’t know who made up, victory was the best, but certainly the most dangerous=p If only there was more peeps then we could play again. I know ray would like it:D How am I ever going to learn how to drive or at least practice driving? *sighs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I still thank God, i've been blessed indeed and so has my family. I'm just glad that I can still hear the music of the rain. Guess it does pay to walk up 4 flights of stairs and be on top. Oh, I almost forgot. I miss not having to open my closet to take out my clothes. I remember how I fell asleep whilst trying to get my clothes in the morning and I accidently leaned on my cupboard door too much that it broke off. So from then on taking clothes wasn't much of a hassle. Here, the cupboard is still in tack. Let's hope it stays alive=p Surprisingly, I miss my noisy air con. It's much colder here so I gotta take midnight or early mornin' visits to the toliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know despite everything else, it does somehow feel like I’m much closer to home than ever before. Like I said, it feels like home is more than just where it is now or was, though I know I wont mope when I’m finally home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If home is where the heart is, then my home is where you are…”&lt;/em&gt; I’m taking you with me; relient k, Five score and seven years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Okay, so maybe I'm a bit more worth than 100 points to some people, or perhaps there were different intentions. D_D This photo was pretty freaky/scary to me. No offence really... maybe girls should just catch girls and guys catch guys next time;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SGMTMo3zd3I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/S2UDwxjZUjY/s1600-h/AHHHH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216033901276002162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SGMTMo3zd3I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/S2UDwxjZUjY/s400/AHHHH.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. I like this pose. Good one wes:D Too bad we never got to beat your team at captain ball eh(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SGMSmbiblEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/4N83eRo4Ej8/s1600-h/DSC_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216033244861666370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SGMSmbiblEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/4N83eRo4Ej8/s400/DSC_0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ppps. I can't wait till Joel K comes back! If you're reading this, hopefully you've got my Mercyme Latest album too yea;) Enjoy this track, emo but meaningful. You &lt;em&gt;homesick&lt;/em&gt; yet &lt;strong&gt;von&lt;/strong&gt;? ;) &lt;3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pppps. I CANT WAIT TO WATCH THIS!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;With highest hopes and overwhelming love, you bought the cake and refused it to be shove, silently behing the dancing shadows, you crept across the darkened meadows; Surprise, Surprise, you said hello, but twas late and we saw you my fellow, with candles bright and gleaming forth, shone upon a heart of love; But then and there sadness came, bitterness and rage you could not bear, the tears that soaked your eyes and drenched your faces, tore you apart; There it lay in smitherees, once a cake but now a debris, two broken hearts and one lover, not knowing that all would be soon over;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt; - jingsz* in Memory of 6/23 and in tribute to Dear 256,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218270684136083810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SGsFiiXEEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zAJ-iOKv5bM/s400/HANCOCK_by_StevenSanchez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pppppps. Found the poem &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. now you have to find it(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-3685287335856331589?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3685287335856331589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3685287335856331589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/06/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SGMSmm_PfpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/bTJ5C3v3Dw8/s72-c/A_farewell_by_ftb82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7612653662119978652</id><published>2008-06-24T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:45:15.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy b'day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRauIu9KuTY/SGEUM5A0PpI/AAAAAAAAACk/k7jLLNNWVs4/s1600-h/s_bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRauIu9KuTY/SGEUM5A0PpI/AAAAAAAAACk/k7jLLNNWVs4/s320/s_bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215472055166975634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear bro, &lt;br /&gt;         Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday and all the best in everything. Been awhile seen we've seen each other but it'll be soon, I remember the letter you gave me before I left. "It isn't goodbye, it's just see you later". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-7612653662119978652?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7612653662119978652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7612653662119978652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-bday.html' title='happy b&apos;day'/><author><name>gideon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537710956517674645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRauIu9KuTY/SGEUM5A0PpI/AAAAAAAAACk/k7jLLNNWVs4/s72-c/s_bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5964853012477700306</id><published>2008-06-23T08:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:19:20.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Camp: God Encounters; +6 +6 +6; (tribute to the late e-chi, e-pah, e-chiu and the forthcoming failure II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF77CI0Ob4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/cFpytu3iaVA/s1600-h/sample2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214881432686456706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF77CI0Ob4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/cFpytu3iaVA/s400/sample2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youth Camp! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is over:(&lt;br /&gt;But, it doesn’t end there. As youth, we’ve got a long road ahead of us one that is unseen and unknown by mankind and there is bound to be more God encounters. Youth camp is just one event out of all the other happenings throughout the year. The real thing, the more essential event happens every week (more or less), and that is Y.D.M. So don’t just stop at camp peeps, whether you’ve experienced God in an extraordinary, massive way, or perhaps in a smaller, not so grand way, I encourage you all to crave for more. More of Him. More of His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve really learnt or have understood more from this camp is God’s reassurance. It was strange how it felt so right and so certain when I was praying for others, but when it came to myself, everything just seemed impossible. I was just confused at that moment, too much of guilt. So for that moment I struggled with faith and trust. I bombarded Him with questions that have simple, correct answers. Answers that I should have known. So the reason for breaking down I felt was really because of conviction, love, because I didn’t believe, because I encountered God and WOW! It was so overwhelming, so astounding. I just needed more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aspect God really taught me more about and I believe this is one of the reasons why it was His will for me to attend camp, was forgiveness. I don’t think I’ve ever had a problem with this issue but more with it’s second half, “forgetting”, that’s the trouble. God really turned all that around, and he kinda threw in it my face and said, face it. He hurled it at me because He knew I wanted it I guess. I wanted it all back, that I missed it. He wanted to show his greater plans and how life doesn’t have to end whenever you’re stuck. He replaced my joy because what I had was never satisfying and now I feel so much more relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more highlights: my fellow ‘multi-partners” quote ry, Dennis, i.e. Sweet cheeks, pretty boy, pinky, BE, HUGE GUY, Ryan E. you guys are fabulous. You guys contribute not only to the success of this camp but to why this camp goes into my book of treasured memoirs. I love you guys. I still owe you a few more farts ry!! Who would know you would get me back=p Dennis; stay pretty!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad; thanks for the prayer, I can’t possibly thank you enough, it’s like the Father sent the Father(: You’ve always been the place where I could find comfort. I love you so much. We should hang on me burfdayXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the rest of you people who went through camp with me, *MWAH* We’re family and thanks for carrying the burden with me. My prayer for you all is that You shall continue to long for Him and seek him everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good too! Is always good!! You’ve got to say Amen to that Gid;) haha btw Linus is awesome! I wish I was there in Perth with you guys, we could be like the coolest threesome, haha He calls me Gid=p Really miss you buddy, come back ASAP you’ve missed loads!! Hope God is doing great things for you in Oz, or should I say “down under”??!? No offence I just took that off Linus. Great guy, haha so hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingsz*; A.K.A. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASTOR SHENG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think you peeps misheard what I said about how I said "even though I may not be pastor sheng, I like helping people understand the word" for "I feel like I'm pastor sheng, helping those in need of understanding and blah blah blah..." Oh wells, it's a good title, So Praise the LORD!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Also known as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANGEL SHENG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; these titles were given by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle Mark Baker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:D Miss him! So Asian for an Ozzy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. WOOTS!! I can’t wait to learn drums from Wes:DD haha, maybe my REAL calling lies in drum playing you know, maybe that’ why I moved…;p Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pps. HAPPY BURFDAY TO &lt;strong&gt;JESSICA ANG:D&lt;/strong&gt; MY FELLOW JUNE BABY! hope it was as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as you wanted it to be! *hearts* ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF77C5h_9nI/AAAAAAAAAVI/n6Vw781G7zY/s1600-h/4d308f1761bc66e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214881445763348082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF77C5h_9nI/AAAAAAAAAVI/n6Vw781G7zY/s400/4d308f1761bc66e0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is for you(: haha though you probably would have seen it already if you followed the previous link on the panda gummy. Theres a few more cute ones too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An advance to my late neighbour, &lt;strong&gt;Raymond Chin&lt;/strong&gt;, I miss you man and the whole&lt;strong&gt; Chin family.&lt;/strong&gt; Get your license quick and bring me home:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you miss these times? Me, you, Jung and KAMPON AYER!! WOOTS!! haha I miss that hat too, "Hell" with the Shell logo turned into a skull=p We were such kids....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF783pjLKoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/JGJ4AJkukaY/s1600-h/000_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214883451518003842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF783pjLKoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/JGJ4AJkukaY/s400/000_0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF783_TG8uI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-z6_arSaBs4/s1600-h/000_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214883457356198626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF783_TG8uI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-z6_arSaBs4/s400/000_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF784N5wPsI/AAAAAAAAAVg/pPBTIw3fBQA/s1600-h/000_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214883461276384962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF784N5wPsI/AAAAAAAAAVg/pPBTIw3fBQA/s400/000_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ppps. To all the &lt;strong&gt;June babies&lt;/strong&gt; that shared the moment of cake and celebration during camp, especially Lenard who got sabo-ed loads;) a Happy belated/advanced/present/ burfday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pppps. Sorry to all who did attend the concert and wanted to see us play, Looks like it didn't turn out as I wanted it to be but more of where God wanted me to be. My apologies on behalf of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7minutesoffame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppppps. Sorry Ying I lost the poem, went they moved and touched the box I lost it, think I hid it in me clothes, lost my dvd’s too. It’s boring here and I hope you’re doing okay there &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss you both. You guys always came hand in hand for me.Separately was as special,together was all the better;A new year, a new beginning,that's what I hope today is,for you, for me, for her,though I can't help thinking about it,today that is,and the other random days,when my mind refuses to deny,let today be great, grand let it be fabulous, magnificent, remarkable, marvelous,let it be about you, your loved ones, and all that share this gift of life, another year, another celebration,another fufilling, pleasant memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pppppps. I miss &lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;. I miss &lt;strong&gt;shaz&lt;/strong&gt;, my englsih buddy, you were such a smarty, always had ideas and interpretations, such a blessing to have you friend; love; &lt;strong&gt;AB&lt;/strong&gt;, my addmath brother, don't ever forget what I taught you, LAWN, ln, =p haha you were a fighter just like the rest of us, and we made it, we aced the exam with "flying colours" so don't worry. Am terribly regretful that I couldn't see you off. I love you man. Sorry I didn't have a photo with you=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF8Hkm4xPmI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PnBWZrZSyRY/s1600-h/Leaving_Home_by_Gwarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214895219013664354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF8Hkm4xPmI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PnBWZrZSyRY/s400/Leaving_Home_by_Gwarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF8FuukekLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3daTcS4NwIU/s1600-h/n572955224_1185489_9077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214893193851474098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF8FuukekLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3daTcS4NwIU/s400/n572955224_1185489_9077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-5964853012477700306?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5964853012477700306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5964853012477700306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/06/youth-camp-god-encounters-6-6-6-tribute.html' title='Youth Camp: God Encounters; +6 +6 +6; (tribute to the late e-chi, e-pah, e-chiu and the forthcoming failure II)'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SF77CI0Ob4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/cFpytu3iaVA/s72-c/sample2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-6933529611237033146</id><published>2008-06-15T14:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:35:26.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Go (prelude: Homesick)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212012570187193826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SFTJ0XLg3eI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DionLs0l7o4/s400/Strange_memories2_Turn_off__by_KaRo_M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is gonna be a devotion so enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A faith that costs nothing and demands nothing is worth nothing - unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rich Young Man&lt;/strong&gt; - Mark 10:17-27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17&lt;/strong&gt;As Jesus started on his way, a man ran up to him and fell on his knees before him. "Good teacher," he asked, "what must I do to inherit eternal life?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt;"Why do you call me good?" Jesus answered. "No one is good—except God alone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19&lt;/strong&gt;You know the commandments: 'Do not murder, do not commit adultery, do not steal, do not give false testimony, do not defraud, honor your father and mother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20&lt;/strong&gt;"Teacher," he declared, "all these I have kept since I was a boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21&lt;/strong&gt;Jesus looked at him and loved him. "One thing you lack," he said. "Go, sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22&lt;/strong&gt;At this the man's face fell. He went away sad, because he had great wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23&lt;/strong&gt;Jesus looked around and said to his disciples, "How hard it is for the rich to enter the kingdom of God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt;The disciples were amazed at his words. But Jesus said again, "Children, how hard it is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;to enter the kingdom of God! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt;It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26&lt;/strong&gt;The disciples were even more amazed, and said to each other, "Who then can be saved?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27&lt;/strong&gt;Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible with God."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personal downsizing usually occurs when someone moves to a smaller home. Furniture and other possesions are sacrificed because there is no longer room for them. &lt;em&gt;"Downsizing, is about pinching, restricting, and cutting back while keeping yesterday's dream alive; divesting is about frreedom, expansion...and dreaming new dreams"&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Pyschologist Jane Adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of searching for meaning in possesions, we are called to find life and freedom in jesus. To a religious young man whos posessions gripped him, Christ said: &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;21&lt;/strong&gt;Jesus looked at him and loved him. "One thing you lack," he said. "Go, sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.&lt;/em&gt;" But he was sad at this word, and went away sorroful, for he had great possessions" (Mark 10:21-22)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to imagine Jesus need a storage unit for his extra stuff. If anything I own keeps me from obeying him wholeheartedly, am I ready to open my hand, release it, and freely follow him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David McCasland; taken from "Our Daily Bread" January - December; Vol. 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No longer do i ask for things, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Christ is my desire;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He walks with me and talks with me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is my satisfier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Bang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured what I'm clinging on to, my earthly possesion, is home. Perhaps moving home wouldn't have to be so depressing if it was grand. I'm a homeboy and I have to admit. Maybe if I was as young as I was before it would have been alright. When you're young all you care about is fun, food, and rest. I look around me and everything is what I want it to be, where I want to be. I'm totally comfortable, secured and in love with my neighbourhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it just wasn't a conincidence when my mind slipped in the morning during my devotion. Sitting in the car waiting I turned to June 23rd instead of 23rd of May. I woke up depressed. The thought of moving was the first think that came to mind and it just kept on coming. During breakfast I was just looking out onto the veranda and the park and I felt so troubled, so reluctant. Really I should have been thinking about how to differeniate to find the gradient, or why the government might want to reduce the problem of inflation and the consequences of inflation, or the different properties and types of radiation. And then, God spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devotion my friends, is wonderful. It's the driving force that gets you through your day. It's your spiritual breakfast that empowers you and keeps you going through the upcoming day. What I find hard sometimes is to actual read, and understand what the message is or what God is trying to say. I want to be inspired by the word, and with that inspiration, inspire others. So really the best thing is really devotion books or material. It's looks at the word in a different persepective, kind of like relating it to real life experiences or examples, and really breaks it down to explain it. It just gets you involved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anways, more on moving, or should I say leaving later... But what I can say now that is I'm about to be a &lt;strong&gt;BANDAR-BOY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me not be blind with privilege&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me eyes to see the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the blessing You've poured out on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not be spent on me in vain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let this life be used for change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Will Go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artist:Starfield;I Will Go;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAMPS COMING!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. I really thought I was going to cry when I breifly shared this in YDM=p It sounded like I had no confidence to carry out the msg/emotion;p which is more or less typical me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pps. I've got tickets to the gig this friday, the concert, $5! at ISB scroll down to the later post for more info!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ppps.Something Extra. Found them on deviant as usual. Super funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SFTJ0tvzfOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yQphH1SJ1kM/s1600-h/Avatar_Britney_by_MysticalBandit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212012576244989154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SFTJ0tvzfOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yQphH1SJ1kM/s400/Avatar_Britney_by_MysticalBandit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SFTJ0zNzG_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/JuWgW2NFxeM/s1600-h/Buddhakaizer_vs_Doraemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212012577712970738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SFTJ0zNzG_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/JuWgW2NFxeM/s400/Buddhakaizer_vs_Doraemon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was just stupid, but ridiculously funny=p Doreamon!!! OLD SCHOOL!!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SFTTCb866uI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ISzEVzJAsgY/s1600-h/Panda_flavored_Gummy_by_mree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212022707590982370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SFTTCb866uI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ISzEVzJAsgY/s400/Panda_flavored_Gummy_by_mree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To all those kungfu panda watchers! WOOTS! I love this artist&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SFTTCuu9wfI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cHRQVwZWWII/s1600-h/n505737000_864551_5627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212022712632721906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SFTTCuu9wfI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cHRQVwZWWII/s400/n505737000_864551_5627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we all look gay I have to say, I don't even remember this but it's here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-6933529611237033146?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/6933529611237033146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/6933529611237033146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-will-go-prelude-homesick.html' title='I Will Go (prelude: Homesick)'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SFTJ0XLg3eI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DionLs0l7o4/s72-c/Strange_memories2_Turn_off__by_KaRo_M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-6486861670692422213</id><published>2008-06-11T14:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:23:40.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Birdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SE97F5348JI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/TopuX7DIXf0/s1600-h/000_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210518635255754898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SE97F5348JI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/TopuX7DIXf0/s400/000_0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 years ago it would have been different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 years ago it would have been better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 years ago it would have been freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 years ago it would have meant nothing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not now; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels empty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't feel right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ultimately, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;missing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope you liked my present*grins* hopefully you don't buff up and beat me up when you get backD_D And don't forget, adapter! Such a shame you won't be there for my prom=( you would have been proud, me all smart/geeky looking;p AND for the first time ever! haha &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOTS!! EXAMS ARE OVER PEOPLE!&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank goodness the exam wasn't postponed! Darn powercut, got me sweating like a pig. Holiday starts now baby!! All teh way till August! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. More posts coming so keep visiting ying;) hehe And umm don't think I could do that favour for you, at prom cos it's just illegal. Clean teen if you catch my drift;p haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps.All Relient K songs are hereby dedicated to Joel. A, gracious lender of cd's:) Hazim, Nisa, my Relient K buddies and to the rest of you RK fanatics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pppps. It's all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-6486861670692422213?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/6486861670692422213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/6486861670692422213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/06/bye-bye-birdy.html' title='Bye Bye Birdy'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SE97F5348JI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/TopuX7DIXf0/s72-c/000_0552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5038513912925035803</id><published>2008-06-04T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:25:36.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Gideon Keasberry Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-5038513912925035803?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5038513912925035803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5038513912925035803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/06/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>gideon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537710956517674645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-188374090193776753</id><published>2008-06-02T10:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:04:23.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Presenting&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ISB's First Annual Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tickets:&lt;/strong&gt; $5 (weiner included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue:&lt;/strong&gt; ISB Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doors Open:&lt;/strong&gt; 7:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date:&lt;/strong&gt; Friday 20th June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open to:&lt;/strong&gt; ISB Year 10 and over, staff and parents. (People with the band are exceptional....I think, well it should be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Featuring:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;UAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Mr. Edwards Band:DD) and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; 7minutesoffame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(with a few changes, sorry Rich, no idea what we're called now...supposed we changed names?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SEZFbcwUfBI/AAAAAAAAATw/CYsBPY6Nxvw/s1600-h/Base+Jump.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207926356978203666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SEZFbcwUfBI/AAAAAAAAATw/CYsBPY6Nxvw/s320/Base+Jump.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SEZFbjF5reI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Z12jTupc0lY/s1600-h/03030849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207926358679334370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SEZFbjF5reI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Z12jTupc0lY/s320/03030849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SEZFbwhgRWI/AAAAAAAAAUA/U1yvJSHOm9U/s1600-h/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207926362284770658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SEZFbwhgRWI/AAAAAAAAAUA/U1yvJSHOm9U/s320/IMG_1447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just in case you're wondering who &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;UAM&lt;/span&gt; is. I don't know what it stands for though;p The bass jump is pretty cool eh?^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you all know what we look like:) but just in case.... Sorry Jay haha you're at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SEZMR6etVgI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6axwF-xP8DI/s1600-h/n509904556_119979_2142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207933889740101122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SEZMR6etVgI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6axwF-xP8DI/s400/n509904556_119979_2142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the dosh goes to charity so come and support the bands and those who aren't as well off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. 2 weeks left. Addmath and MCQ's for science left! WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. What do you think of doing the song that is now playing for the opening Rich?(if you ever visit the blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-188374090193776753?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/188374090193776753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/188374090193776753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/06/advertisement.html' title='Advertisement'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SEZFbcwUfBI/AAAAAAAAATw/CYsBPY6Nxvw/s72-c/Base+Jump.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-3566620072231732324</id><published>2008-05-20T15:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:13:23.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SDKHmzTxQRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/slOa2JVbzoA/s1600-h/25c5b730e5a84219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202369620244250898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SDKHmzTxQRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/slOa2JVbzoA/s400/25c5b730e5a84219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW PLAYING: KEEP SINGING; MERCYME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my fav's on this album:) Emo, good piano and awesome lyrics. Here's another one you can teach me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Caroline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, after &lt;em&gt;Crayons can melt on us for all I care&lt;/em&gt; ;) Looks like I've hooked another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mercyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fan eh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;XD This song is as good as &lt;strong&gt;Undone&lt;/strong&gt;, guranteed! (btw the song was called "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and not Million Miles Away, the song you were asking me about in the PTA today:)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another rainy day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't recall having sunshine on my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I feel is pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I wanna do is walk out of this place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when I am stuck and I can't move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I don't know what I should do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I wonder if I'll ever make it through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta keep singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta keep praising Your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your the one that's keeping my heart beating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta keep singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta keep praising Your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the only way that I'll find healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I climb up in Your lap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus sing over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta keep singing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I climb up in Your lap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus sing over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta keep singing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh You're everything I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I gotta keep singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember the day of the burying - hatchet or us. As time grew old with age, the clouds swirled and towered over the distant buildings. While the winds rippled through the air, trees were forced to move in a gentle swaying motion, like a dance of some sort where the leaves of solid green, orange and yellow were like dresses, tossing and turning while the bodies moved to the steady beat of the salsa. At first I thought it was the wind. A tranquil breeze, almost like a prolonged breath, or was it? I was afraid and did not look up yet high above me I knew it was restless and so I kept singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I gotta keep praising Your name&lt;br /&gt;Your the one that's keeping my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep singing&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep praising Your name&lt;br /&gt;That's the only way that I'll find healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jingsz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SDKHnDTxQSI/AAAAAAAAATA/VIaVQEMDmN8/s1600-h/will.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202369624539218210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SDKHnDTxQSI/AAAAAAAAATA/VIaVQEMDmN8/s400/will.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't this look like William Philip George? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-3566620072231732324?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3566620072231732324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3566620072231732324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/05/keep-singing.html' title='Keep Singing'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SDKHmzTxQRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/slOa2JVbzoA/s72-c/25c5b730e5a84219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-3169961848498856107</id><published>2008-05-09T12:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:02:20.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So you have a bad hair day, You're taking one down...</title><content type='html'>Usually it doesn't really bother me. The usual small difference in measure is hardly noticeable so I try to ignore it. But what the barber did to me last week was just unforgiving. I was sure I said "&lt;strong&gt;nipis dan SEDIKIT pendek&lt;/strong&gt;" i.e. thin and a little short. We were making good progress until I realized he had just did the &lt;strong&gt;pendek&lt;/strong&gt; bit and I looked horrible. I can just imagine myself bald but just so you know it's not &lt;em&gt;durian&lt;/em&gt; style. A friend of mine describe it as an army haircutD_D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are around the weekend. And I am so not ready to "study my weekends off" quote &lt;em&gt;Ishan&lt;/em&gt;(: I just can't seem to have breaks anymore because even when I do, I just start thinking about everything I learnt and yea, my break is ruined=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a really weird shaped head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SCPTNX8TAiI/AAAAAAAAASg/9AEL-2Vs7ZE/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198230621634363938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SCPTNX8TAiI/AAAAAAAAASg/9AEL-2Vs7ZE/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what it feels like: I've got a small lump, well it's a bone, and then it kind of goes flat then yea... It's normal. Even though my mom says it's not, Wes has that bone lump too if I recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hiddengangs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Thank you for not being a million miles away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-3169961848498856107?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3169961848498856107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3169961848498856107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-you-have-bad-hair-day-youre-taking.html' title='So you have a bad hair day, You&apos;re taking one down...'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SCPTNX8TAiI/AAAAAAAAASg/9AEL-2Vs7ZE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7086922782481476451</id><published>2008-05-06T15:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:30:18.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SCAHfAdniqI/AAAAAAAAASY/JEBVASiZdzw/s1600-h/cake+face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197162199267117730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SCAHfAdniqI/AAAAAAAAASY/JEBVASiZdzw/s400/cake+face.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;, that is my younger brother. And &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;, we don't look alike=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Belated 11th Birthday. It's good to see you're growing well and that I've nutured another relient k fan:) Hope you had fun&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-7086922782481476451?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7086922782481476451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7086922782481476451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to You'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SCAHfAdniqI/AAAAAAAAASY/JEBVASiZdzw/s72-c/cake+face.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-1419364526337983567</id><published>2008-05-04T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:10:22.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really cool</title><content type='html'>hey guys, I came across a few cool things which i thought you guys should see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DORMITORY: When you rearrange the letters: DIRTY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESBYTERIAN: When you rearrange the letters: BEST IN PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASTRONOMER: When you rearrange the letters: MOON STARER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATION: When you rearrange the letters: A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EYES: When you rearrange the letters: THEY SEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORSE CODE: When you rearrange the letters: HERE COME DOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOT MACHINES: When you rearrange the letters: CASH LOST IN ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMOSITY: When you rearrange the letters: IS NO AMITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELECTION RESULTS: When you rearrange the letters: LIES - LET'S RECOUNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOOZE ALARMS: When you rearrange the letters: ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DECIMAL POINT: When you rearrange the letters: IM A DOT IN PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EARTHQUAKES: When you rearrange the letters: THAT QUEER SHAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO: When you rearrange the letters: TWELVE PLUS ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally this one which cracked me up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW: When you rearrange the letters: WOMAN HITLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day&lt;br /&gt;-gid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-1419364526337983567?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1419364526337983567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1419364526337983567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/05/really-cool.html' title='really cool'/><author><name>gideon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537710956517674645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5025472843700902576</id><published>2008-04-25T12:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:39:13.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror;rorriM (Failure I - inclusive life)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193031591779601026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SBFauAdnioI/AAAAAAAAASI/7nWI-C4UTjs/s400/I__ll_Be_Your_Mirror_by_xSmilieCarrot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lied. I wan't everyone to see me. I want everyone to have that capability of seeing beyond the human eye, and when they do find that image, to have a heart. What I also want is for them to increase the extent of seeing beyond. Find the picture that shouts at you and look deeper. Pass the past, pass the coldness, rashness, harshness, bitterness, and all that I've carried. Can you see the change? Or if not, hope of change? Can you understand? Then maybe you could fall again. Theres the lesson of trust which needs carefull attention and a whole lot more that I need. It's only worrying because I can only see so much myself and yet it's what revolves around the least of my problems - everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so the prayer continues. The dreams - everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also want to remove the bandages. Missed out dancing today...bball was good though:) Can't wait to get on the court proper again. Especially on sundaysXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever bandage the wrong leg?-_-" Ever been shot at by your teacher with a water gun? This is why I love and will miss Ms. Lai&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; more week of school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SBFbnwdnipI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yazpi3zggBM/s1600-h/617E7V5CV0L__AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193032583917046418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SBFbnwdnipI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yazpi3zggBM/s400/617E7V5CV0L__AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;want &lt;/strong&gt;this album:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jingsz*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-5025472843700902576?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5025472843700902576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5025472843700902576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/04/mirrorrorrim-failure-i-inclusive-life.html' title='Mirror;rorriM (Failure I - inclusive life)'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SBFauAdnioI/AAAAAAAAASI/7nWI-C4UTjs/s72-c/I__ll_Be_Your_Mirror_by_xSmilieCarrot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5058241401168849923</id><published>2008-04-20T12:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:36:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprain Pain</title><content type='html'>First sprain &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;. Nothing major just a few cliches in the ankle if pressure is applied. Good news is that it's healing pretty fast I think. But am gonna have to take things slow. This is why ISB needs to move school ASAP and grow a better pitch-_-" Can't believe I sprained my ankle even before we started P.E. Horrible stuff. At first it was killing me for like a minute or so, then it felt like the pain subsided and I started running again. Then during music it was just paining so got it checked. Was swelling lots and it kinda looked like I twisted it so went to R.I.P.A.S. Got an X-ray and I was good:) Thank God it wasn't anything worseX_X Will be troublesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there goes sports for 2 weeks or so...maybe more since exams are advancingD_D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Something extra. Found it on deviant. Looks cool but I don't really get it=p....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SArGIiWMgLI/AAAAAAAAASA/h4vkhXDAb-o/s1600-h/Some_People_refuse_2_b_default_by_AhmedGalal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191179370459070642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SArGIiWMgLI/AAAAAAAAASA/h4vkhXDAb-o/s400/Some_People_refuse_2_b_default_by_AhmedGalal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pps. Something &lt;strong&gt;Adi &lt;/strong&gt;showed me. You've probably seen it before me thinks: Sneezing Panda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was just thinking if we could slow-mo it so you'd be able to watch the flabby tummy of the mama panda wobble;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzRH3iTQPrk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzRH3iTQPrk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppps. This one goes out to&lt;strong&gt; Gid&lt;/strong&gt;:D and All those who wanna learn this, quote &lt;strong&gt;gid&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"it's quite easy to play" Enjoy! I wanna learn this NOW!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsD6uEZsIsU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsD6uEZsIsU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-5058241401168849923?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5058241401168849923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5058241401168849923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/04/sprain-pain.html' title='Sprain Pain'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SArGIiWMgLI/AAAAAAAAASA/h4vkhXDAb-o/s72-c/Some_People_refuse_2_b_default_by_AhmedGalal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5460888871822849517</id><published>2008-04-17T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:03:45.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror;rorriM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SAceCHAx2OI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8Bxy2HtMQ28/s1600-h/a869a8fdd4842226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190150117158672610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SAceCHAx2OI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8Bxy2HtMQ28/s400/a869a8fdd4842226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture caption.Look to the skies and find me. look into the depths and you will find me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Believe me if you Will, for nothing proves the solid truth which you look for. But if you seek the real truth, then you have been told.   -Anonymous  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever looked into the mirror to find yourself looking at the most scariest thing you've ever seen? Perhaps a shrek, or a stray dog, a beast or a mould of fat. Many times you spot the obviously hideous thing, a double chin, 6 six necks perhaps, a bulging zit. You just can't miss it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I sit, a scrupmtious yet simple meal sprawled along with the mess of my containers on the table. The exquisite smell of sweat, BBQ garlic chicken, and baked potatoes lingers as the endless que of people stand. In the shade of the solid roof and breeze of the distant mango tree I am complacent. The company of those that have shared friendship crowds the table but I have seen already. The table rouses with chattering and confusion while I too watch with an abstract horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everone else sees what a normal person would but I see beyond that and find my reflection. Maybe what I see is not an exact replica but I don't like what I see. I question and worry but hold thoughts and feelings unseen within. And so after I walk out into the clusters on the court and think what would everyone think if they could see beyond the plainess of the normal image? What if they saw me? What would they think after? Instict says protect your loved ones. Refrain pain again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what really bothers me the most is What does God think? What does he say? What is his will?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so the prayer continues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz*&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&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/13302375-5460888871822849517?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5460888871822849517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5460888871822849517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/04/mirrorrorrim.html' title='Mirror;rorriM'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/SAceCHAx2OI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8Bxy2HtMQ28/s72-c/a869a8fdd4842226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-2333532480456441758</id><published>2008-04-06T12:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:30:42.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxhead</title><content type='html'>If you think you're a potential gamer, particularly in shooter games, then you might wanna take a look into this strangely addictive online game. The hottest yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R_hd-c51HfI/AAAAAAAAARo/tJKpC9aFsxI/s1600-h/Boxhead__Stay_away____by_KinGamer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R_hd-c51HfI/AAAAAAAAARo/tJKpC9aFsxI/s400/Boxhead__Stay_away____by_KinGamer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185998298409147890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxhead is basically a zombie based game where you go shooting zombies, upgrading your weapons each time you kill a sufficient number of zombies, reaching a particular score. There are also demons in the older versions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;gid&lt;/span&gt; as an experiment, and within seconds he was hooked. His reply to my msn's were lagged to nofin;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R_hd-s51HgI/AAAAAAAAARw/6IhhVvaeulw/s1600-h/n551063217_358760_4142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R_hd-s51HgI/AAAAAAAAARw/6IhhVvaeulw/s400/n551063217_358760_4142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185998302704115202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture pretty much proves my theory of extreme addiction. Unlike those guys, I stay focused on my work if you look at my computer screen0=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; latest&lt;/span&gt; version of Boxhead.&lt;br /&gt;It's got new gizmos, you can now build your own permanent fortress, set up turrets, call in for air strikes and other exciting features! Oh, for those noobs, the zombies run in this latest version just in case you've been playing the older versions. And there are now additional enemies: vampires, mummies and demons that have upgraded flame throwersD_D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're up for some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;teamwork&lt;/span&gt; or fancy a deathmatch follow this: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;http://www.kongregate.com/games/SeanCooper/boxhead-2play-rooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out other cool online games: http://www.kongregate.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps. Dear Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanna please you. I'm tired and sick of the wrong purpose, reasons, excuses, and other filth. I need to, and will put you first. The rest will follow. Sometimes I wish I was there with you 2000 years ago. I wish I was a disciple. Let me lift my arms  up forever.  &lt;br /&gt;Reach out to me; Make my heart brand new, Every beat will be for You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-2333532480456441758?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2333532480456441758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2333532480456441758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/04/boxhead.html' title='Boxhead'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R_hd-c51HfI/AAAAAAAAARo/tJKpC9aFsxI/s72-c/Boxhead__Stay_away____by_KinGamer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-3574050004722106720</id><published>2008-04-04T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:29:31.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shipwreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R_WuCs51HeI/AAAAAAAAARg/1Twn6ckAork/s1600-h/shipwreck_by_AuTuMn_Lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185241907423682018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R_WuCs51HeI/AAAAAAAAARg/1Twn6ckAork/s400/shipwreck_by_AuTuMn_Lee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Probably the best song in the album for me(: I love this song! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I built a fortress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a hundred thousand faces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll keep it safeWith a hundred thousand more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But these masks are wearing thin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As You draw me in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spent my time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the empty and the fleeting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spent my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On much less than I'd dreamed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm reaching out to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make me new'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I am just a beggar here at Your door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am just a shipwreck here on Your shore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I come empty handed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ready to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your life in me changing who I've been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To who I need to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me my story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As You sift between the pages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel redemption&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the space between each turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could You take me in Your arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell it just once more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could You take me in Your arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell it just once more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lyrics taken from Shipwreck(Now Playing); Starfield, Beauty in the Broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-3574050004722106720?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3574050004722106720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/3574050004722106720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/04/shipwreck.html' title='Shipwreck'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R_WuCs51HeI/AAAAAAAAARg/1Twn6ckAork/s72-c/shipwreck_by_AuTuMn_Lee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-2855699152855828555</id><published>2008-03-30T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:03:14.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which to bury, us or the hatchet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R-9HO851HdI/AAAAAAAAARY/REWzuYa6s0k/s1600-h/strawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R-9HO851HdI/AAAAAAAAARY/REWzuYa6s0k/s400/strawberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183440018319154642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guess I really should apologize first; for just not letting it all out even at that point when you said I should:X For too long it’s all been shadowed and carefully protected behind the sacred masks that hide the solemn truth. It kinda reminds me of how we would play games like IT or Chara during our childhood and yell out “you can run, but you can’t hide’ Just thinking over time and how it took so long for such an occasion, how all it needed was something to hit home and BAM. To even think it could just be thrown and hidden away was foolish, that since then it’s just been a silent stalker, silent but deadly. I remember being so afraid that I would want to leave for the very same reason that makes me want stay. But now if I decide I’m going to run, I’m taking you with me:) Whether I like it or not.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a day. It never occurred to me how it would put life in a completely different perspective. Just those few conscious hours was changing. Afraid as I was to begin with it only disappeared knowing you. So maybe it was hard to say a few things; but could have it been any clearer? Actions speak louder than words, but boy oh boy, it was such a joy hearing your voice, just chatting felt like it was worth dying for, so expensive that it shouldn’t be wasted. At the start I was so afraid it wouldn’t be for long yet at the end I only wanted longer. Just felt I needed to catch up, felt as if you’ve been too far for too long, that there was this necessity of just filling out all the stuff that I missed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;So go ahead and ask her, for a happily ever after, cos’ nobody’s knows whats’ coming, so why not take a chance on loving;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lyrics taken from Lemonade, Chris Rice, What a Heart is beating for;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the record, for just coming up to face me, it reminds me why I found you so amazing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-hiddengangs*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pps.Hearts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ppps. Special thanks to 2/26, countless times you’ve been the one to break the fall. It may suck being the only girl in the family but I can’t thank God enough for you. I love you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pppps. Thanks to the guys who helped out with the recording! :D I owe you all a drink;) Will send you guys the track ASAP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ppppps. Another number by Chris rice: YOU HAVE SO GOTTA CHECK THIS OUT! SO COOL!!! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yR1BW8WKP0k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yR1BW8WKP0k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-2855699152855828555?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2855699152855828555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2855699152855828555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/03/guess-i-really-should-apologize-first.html' title='Which to bury, us or the hatchet?'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R-9HO851HdI/AAAAAAAAARY/REWzuYa6s0k/s72-c/strawberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5375410482987958649</id><published>2008-03-28T10:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:15:15.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YDM Youth Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R-xZzc51HaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/J9N_brtSVbA/s1600-h/cliff_jump_by_supablonde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182616011663547810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R-xZzc51HaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/J9N_brtSVbA/s400/cliff_jump_by_supablonde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R-xZzs51HbI/AAAAAAAAARE/qcD6cdotv0Q/s1600-h/Paragliding_02_by_sinademiral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182616015958515122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R-xZzs51HbI/AAAAAAAAARE/qcD6cdotv0Q/s400/Paragliding_02_by_sinademiral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures pretty much says it all for me. One memorable experience. It was the essence for me overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Highlights:&lt;/span&gt; Joel Chinta, AKA JC teh BEat BOXer! WOOTS! You are some Youth I have to say. And as bad as this sounds I really look forward to you getting a girl;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane bus ride home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek headband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food from Uncle Albert Tambi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Seria peeps again as well as Pete:D Hope you get to Alabama XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&amp;amp;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least; encountering God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This is how I choose to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;As if I'm jumping off a cliff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Knowing that You'll save Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Knowing that You'll save Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Lyrics taken from Life after Death and Taxes - Relient K; mmhmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the food was good:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably my next favorite album after &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Christmas Sessions &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Coming up to Breathe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R-xZzM51HZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iJtBTeef8co/s1600-h/61NJCY96MzL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182616007368580498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R-xZzM51HZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iJtBTeef8co/s400/61NJCY96MzL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I NEED THIS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R-xZz851HcI/AAAAAAAAARM/-s4UnUzEmIs/s1600-h/51gRjkEP1fL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182616020253482434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R-xZz851HcI/AAAAAAAAARM/-s4UnUzEmIs/s400/51gRjkEP1fL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They redid &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hosanna from Hillsong Saviour King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's so Beautfiul! Check out sample on Youtube!&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Thanks for posting Gid:) GOod Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-5375410482987958649?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5375410482987958649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5375410482987958649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/03/ydm-youth-retreat.html' title='YDM Youth Retreat'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R-xZzc51HaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/J9N_brtSVbA/s72-c/cliff_jump_by_supablonde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-2909290147511312311</id><published>2008-03-09T11:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:33:44.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What a beautiful song me says:) Worth the listen so stick around till the music plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Everything is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Even when the tears are falling&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a miracle to believe&lt;br /&gt;Even in the crashing down&lt;br /&gt;I can hear redemption calling&lt;br /&gt;And everything is beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R9NlpaT0m9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/CtxxBdWZTWc/s1600-h/_____sorrow_longing_tears______by_Westia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R9NlpaT0m9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/CtxxBdWZTWc/s400/_____sorrow_longing_tears______by_Westia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175592158890335186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to deviantart.com and type in "tears" or "crying" and you'll get a whole lot of emo, goth, depressed, suicidal peeps. Not suppose to be surprising but it was to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R9Nlp6T0m-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/B4nk3CnJMGc/s1600-h/The_Ugly_Picture_by_Cielrouge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R9Nlp6T0m-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/B4nk3CnJMGc/s400/The_Ugly_Picture_by_Cielrouge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175592167480269794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WTH?!?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought the same thing....&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, not everything is beautiful, but if only we could see through His eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R9NnAaT0m_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/YCKsHQ9qIsU/s1600-h/sheng.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R9NnAaT0m_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/YCKsHQ9qIsU/s400/sheng.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175593653538954226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For instance, I never had the best looking ears;p You shud see them now and bring a ruler along. Thank God for long hair eh;) And for the record, I want hair like that again! If my mother ever allows me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R9NnAqT0nAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/YgdlKlCK1To/s1600-h/meee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R9NnAqT0nAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/YgdlKlCK1To/s400/meee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175593657833921538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No comment! &lt;3 HAAHAHAHA SHes's gna kill meD_D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. MalaY ORALS!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Pps. GID, blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-2909290147511312311?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2909290147511312311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/2909290147511312311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/03/everything-is-beautiful.html' title='Everything Is Beautiful'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R9NlpaT0m9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/CtxxBdWZTWc/s72-c/_____sorrow_longing_tears______by_Westia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-4942989646138318986</id><published>2008-03-04T17:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:35:39.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in perspective</title><content type='html'>History and the theory of evolution. We were discussing the theory of evolution along with the Bible and the Big bang theory. The Bible states that God had put us in charge over the animals where as the theory of evolution states that we are the indirect descendants of monkey. Now the interesting thing is that the teacher so happened to refer to the teachings in the Bible as "stories". It really got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard in the world today to accept that there is in fact a God who is sovereign? Why do we come up with theory's that in fact contradict the teachings of God? Some claim the theory of evolution to be true and still think of the Bible as a story, but i for one refuse to believe that my anscestors were monkeys. In other words I do believe in God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRauIu9KuTY/R9fbTjev8KI/AAAAAAAAACE/d0EUd1lO3Ro/s1600-h/ape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176847425673883810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRauIu9KuTY/R9fbTjev8KI/AAAAAAAAACE/d0EUd1lO3Ro/s320/ape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-4942989646138318986?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4942989646138318986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/4942989646138318986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-in-perspective.html' title='Life in perspective'/><author><name>gideon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15537710956517674645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRauIu9KuTY/R9fbTjev8KI/AAAAAAAAACE/d0EUd1lO3Ro/s72-c/ape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-7512165715235178876</id><published>2008-03-03T14:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:13:56.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream come true</title><content type='html'>Finally after God knows how long, it's a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R8ujr3BxrbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/X6DcVZiGlQg/s1600-h/All_For_You_by_dingwaye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173408570866249138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R8ujr3BxrbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/X6DcVZiGlQg/s400/All_For_You_by_dingwaye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool pix eh? Looks like my hand=p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though in my dreams I could actually hit the high notes, it was all a unforgettable memory. Worshiping leading was always a big dream of mine which I shared with Gid:) We use to say we would lead together, doing all the cool songs, especially "Always &amp;amp; Forever" by PS =p. Too bad you're not here to share the moment with me. I'm hoping you accomplish the same dream over there in OZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gid; BLOG! And I would also like to say you should go for it. Don't let anything hold you down, the only way of overcoming fear is by facing it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recalling the sweaty hands to the fierce grip on the mike to trying to scream the impossible notes. I would just like to add my thanks to the team and all my leaders, to D' for seeing me through it and guiding me. I still depend on you too much=p But it's natural for a noob me thinks. Though it's my undecisiveness I've got to work on as well as all the other bits and pieces that all need to be put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Anways, &lt;strong&gt;BGIC VI&lt;/strong&gt; went pretty well. Was pretty much jobless most of the time but I remained busy fairly. But erm, I would just like to dedicate this picture to all my pals involved in BGIC whom I told the joke to, and also Mr. Monty Halls, famous t.v. hoster, shark lover, Animal Planet dude:D You ROCK! And even though you might not like this, paraphrasing negatively one of hs quotes - "SAVE THE DUNG BEETLE SCREW THE PANDA!" which is more or less what he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R8uhP3BxraI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0q3EnOS7lcA/s1600-h/Panda_in_an_Oeacn_Park_by_extvia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173405890806656418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R8uhP3BxraI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0q3EnOS7lcA/s320/Panda_in_an_Oeacn_Park_by_extvia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Forget the eyes, the wet nose and irrestiblably cute look. It never occured to me that panda's are on the verge of doom. With a slow growth rate, females that aren't receptive to males, a diet consisting of one food ONLY, dwindling numbers, destroyed habitats, and poaching; I so sorry to say panda-lovers, your child might not see the panda. Focus on dung beetles cos they put back nutrients in the earth and allow trees to flourish! How queer eh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R8ukknBxrcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/X6dNkvUGhBo/s1600-h/d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173409545823825346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R8ukknBxrcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/X6dNkvUGhBo/s400/d.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You might get the joke...too bad I never got to ask Mr. Monty Halls about his opinion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today I enjoyed math:) It's a rare thing. It only occurs when a) I understand what I'm doing and ace the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) If the lessons' fun:) which it was todayXD Just played with blocks=p Making guns, robots, buildings, I felt my youth shimmer to childhood^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BGIC VI after party tonight! FOOODDD! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jingsz*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-7512165715235178876?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7512165715235178876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/7512165715235178876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/03/dream-come-true.html' title='Dream come true'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R8ujr3BxrbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/X6DcVZiGlQg/s72-c/All_For_You_by_dingwaye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-5582240173650369592</id><published>2008-02-20T15:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:34:58.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R7vmHzH-h4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/FSO572801LQ/s1600-h/lalalala.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168978018994915202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R7vmHzH-h4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/FSO572801LQ/s400/lalalala.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R7vcwjH-h0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/MnJStZBqkPI/s1600-h/ms.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've always had an interest in the twinkling lights &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(though I was greatly influenced in the recent moments of my 'heart' life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;heart3&gt;above admist the midnight darkness that engulfed the solemn night skies. With the open, clear view above my head I would gaze up and look for the wandering constellations painted on, even though I only knew one constellation myself=p It just pleased me to see these silent companions of the moon illuminating the somewhat sinister darkness pledging their guidance in the same way they guided the 3 magi. It's these fabulous creations that inspire me reach for the skies, literally to become a pilot, what I've dreamed to be or perhaps an astronaut, or even an astrologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that wasn't really the point. Introducing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R7vdhDH-h1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/_Ws9qHewTJc/s1600-h/51TJPZK2S7L__AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168968557181962066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R7vdhDH-h1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/_Ws9qHewTJc/s400/51TJPZK2S7L__AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Canadian Christian Rock band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all a great thanks to me god-father for introducing this band to me:) As well as for all the other music artists that you have introduced me too:D This was it. After listening to so many christian rock bands, I thought it would be cool to start a christian rock band of my own, after the album title of course- &lt;em&gt;"Beauty in the Broken"&lt;/em&gt; Afterall it's not copyright right?;p I dont know, but maybe one day if we get famous they would tour with us:P Actually planned to start a band after the title given by me brother ray, &lt;em&gt;" young bloods"&lt;/em&gt; which was suppose to be a bball team name=p Trist, Gid! Get back here so we can start god's work! haha I figured if it was one way to serve Jesus, I would like to do it through worship/music(: Most of the other peeps are here already. Though it would be cooler if we got famous in OZ, haha...dream on sheng. Dream on......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, did you realize the similarity in the hairstyles? Ron says they look boyband-ish. haha Theres brothers in the band though I'm not sure which pair;p You probably think the guy at the end spoils the picture/"band-look" but I have to admit he plays some mean bass in the first song! (no slapping btw) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and that insignia above is theirs', just thought it looked cool so I would take it since my name starts with "s" Pretty cool eh? hehe &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;NEW ALBUM's OUT IN MARCH! MUST GET!&lt;/span&gt; and the first album! Too bad Brunei's is Brunei eh....FIRST ORDER! or &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;is anyone going to US/Canada anytime soon?&lt;/span&gt;, come to think of it I could ask Uncle Andy hahaha miss him badgering me about proper footwear;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;laters;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingsz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. GID ITS ABOUT TIME YOU BLOGGED!?!?!?!?! It's not called "hiddengangs" for no reason! BUM! Still love you man, still love you&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pps.&lt;/span&gt; All starfield songs are hereby dedicated to Ronnie, D', Gee, Rowee, &amp;amp; Artee:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ppps.&lt;/span&gt; BGIC COMING UP! AND GUESS WHAT? IM HELPING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pppps.&lt;/span&gt; MALAY ORALS SOON TOO X_X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ppppps.&lt;/span&gt; More favourites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R7vk1jH-h2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/xsw7TIf6Ges/s1600-h/41pJJlxTbeL__AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168976605950674786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R7vk1jH-h2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/xsw7TIf6Ges/s400/41pJJlxTbeL__AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R7vk1jH-h3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/xxsNJbExdcY/s1600-h/51R7Of%252Bt5ZL__AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168976605950674802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R7vk1jH-h3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/xxsNJbExdcY/s400/51R7Of%252Bt5ZL__AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-5582240173650369592?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5582240173650369592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/5582240173650369592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/02/twinkle.html' title='Twinkle*'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R7vmHzH-h4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/FSO572801LQ/s72-c/lalalala.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-1241529876727582911</id><published>2008-02-12T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:19:01.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Unforgettable Joy. Undeniable Happiness.</title><content type='html'>It feels weird. It feels like it was all yesterday. So many things that have happened so long ago has all of a sudden recreated itself within my cranium and now I feel the same way I felt the very first time. I feel my heart lurch as I remember, for the millionth time, that things are different. I could go for hours without thinking about it, then it would hit me. Every time like the first time. I glad to say it makes me smile, and laugh. Happiest phases are meant to always be joyful. Though it sucks when you do realise you’re way ahead of the past and you obviously can’t turn back. You grasp the emptiness in your hand and release in disappointment. You think of beautiful plans in your head, replay the heart-melting scenarios and later on, you find that it only to get smothered by reality. You dream of holding a bundle of joy, sillyness is colour, brightness in radiance, beauty in your hand. The anticipation is there. Beneath the pants it cries and so you go. Walking fast you make it behind the cold wall. Looking over your shoulder you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one not constantly think of a once loved one? The answer is brief. You just simply can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R7Ed8jH-hxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7-K4IsBUYuw/s1600-h/Ocean_Scenery_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165943173628725010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R7Ed8jH-hxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7-K4IsBUYuw/s400/Ocean_Scenery_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-1241529876727582911?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1241529876727582911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/1241529876727582911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-unforgettable-joy-undeniable.html' title='My Unforgettable Joy. Undeniable Happiness.'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R7Ed8jH-hxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7-K4IsBUYuw/s72-c/Ocean_Scenery_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-8716238595888288642</id><published>2008-01-29T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:27:30.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbia</title><content type='html'>So I enjoyed the movie. It was definately a spectacular thriller. Though I have to say it wasn't those types that would be keep me up for nights, constantly polluting my head with awful nightmares and drenching me in sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose you've all heard about the twins that were separated at birth and later on fell in love and decided to get married - until that is they found out they were ACTUALLY twins. Such an event is so disgusting to the mind it makes one flinch. But here this one out. My scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's beautiful. He's gorgeous. She makes you laugh. He's cares about you. She's got the heart. He's got the faithfulness. She's everything you dreamed of. He's everything you ever think of. So he pops the question and you get married. A joyous event. Tears of joy and happiness overwhelm the atmosphere. A week later you're on the honey moon....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I've got a confession to make..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" What is it dear?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I'm.....I'm.... actually....a....a...(voice changes deeply), A MAN"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*faints* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what happens next. I would certainly never forgive myself and probably die terrorized. Always disgusted people by that question but seriously, ask yourself, &lt;strong&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO? (BTW &lt;/strong&gt;If you're a female reading this, then imagine your hubby turned out to be a girl X_X )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh,&lt;/strong&gt; and heres' to &lt;strong&gt;Ches, &lt;/strong&gt;remember how you asked me what I would do if I turned out to be a girl for a day? Honestly, I thought about it, and no matter how disgusting YOU peeps think about this, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would try piss &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;standing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe that's a typical answer but hey, doesn't hurt to experiment this thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER BABYY!! WOOTS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I suddenly feel like &lt;strong&gt;spaghetti on toast. &lt;/strong&gt;You people ought to try it. Good stuff. NZ freind intro-ed it to me. I do miss you &lt;em&gt;Greg Ranga&lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R57jMulZKpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/72fMsjb49Ew/s1600-h/spaghetti_sm_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160812030815971986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R57jMulZKpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/72fMsjb49Ew/s400/spaghetti_sm_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jingsz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Really wanted to put a picture for the "My scenario" bit but who knows what would pop up on the Internet nowadays....could be anything from disgusting to disturbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-8716238595888288642?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8716238595888288642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/8716238595888288642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/01/disturbia.html' title='Disturbia'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-cjMJHtG50/R57jMulZKpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/72fMsjb49Ew/s72-c/spaghetti_sm_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-581585681908896808</id><published>2008-01-20T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:32:43.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Wine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today it was my turn&lt;/em&gt;. I woke up dizzy and blur after hearing the ferocious growls from my mother. Looking at the distant clock in the hallway it read 7:10. D_D Now clearly awake I knew I was more or less gonna be late. Worse thing was - &lt;em&gt;it was my turn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly got cleaned up, dressed, skipped breakafast and left. Running past the ushers to look at the clock I was already late. Skipping past the chairs I went to the changing room to get dressed. My hangar is &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; so it wasn't that hard to find my robe even though there was so many. Looking into the glass pane my reflection bore the image of a young boy going to bed, more preferably called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"THE ALTARBOY".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yet they say my robe is too short. No time to waste so grabbed the packet of matches and lighted the candles. Thank god. I made it. Lighting the candles were due when the bell is rung the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea service went on with me fidgeting like crazy apparently. I can't still. One of the child factors that runs in my blood. Anyways, I've got this ring my me D' and yea its a 3-in-one kinda things so it slides easily. So was playing around with the ring lots. Now my fingers swelling up X_X Once again intercession just made me more restless. Plus I wasn't very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to communion which was a total screw up. Here lets list them down:&lt;br /&gt;-I forgot to ring the bells&lt;br /&gt;-I wasn't in time when ringing the bells(I'm suppose to follow the ques of the the reverend)&lt;br /&gt;-I can't ring the bells loud OR strong enough to save my life&lt;br /&gt;-I forgot to take off the bungs for the water and wine gourd&lt;br /&gt;-I gave the gourds in the wrong position&lt;br /&gt;-I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;can't even pour out the wine or water cos' I'm &lt;s&gt;pretty&lt;/s&gt; weak&lt;/span&gt; which hence caused me to.......&lt;br /&gt;-give the reverend &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAY TOO MUCH WINE (And apprently it was full to the brimD_D) haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So that was pretty much my crazy start to my new service as an altarboy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definately a new experience. Serving God comes in many ways and this is one of them. I have to say it's probably not the must fun way but one way or another you will be rewarded. Oh, the funniest bit had to be where all the sunday youth class were coming up for communion. The younger generation including joel k had cheeky grins, gosh, really made my day though haha couldn't help smiling back. Sooner or later, we're gonna need new recruits and most of them will be coming from sunday class. MWAAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; more days of examXD till then;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingsz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Wonder what it would be like with girl servers:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pps. I Just wanna take this time to thank my co-blogger, brother and friend, gid, for that choker &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(IT GLOWS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Switchfoot and for all the support you've given me so far. Big thanks for never getting bored of me asking you the same questions over and over again. Thanks for the advice and making things much clearer for me. Come back soon! and &lt;strong&gt;BLOGGG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302375-581585681908896808?l=hiddengangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/581585681908896808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302375/posts/default/581585681908896808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddengangs.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-wine.html' title='More Wine?'/><author><name>jingsz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
