tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133023752024-02-28T21:40:34.233+08:00Hidden GangsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-77754260558078276692011-01-04T00:36:00.003+08:002011-01-04T02:13:50.730+08:002011Dear blog,<br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /> 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.<br /><br />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<br />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:)<br /><br />Love,<br />Gideongideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537710956517674645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-84528513567464145512010-11-30T13:28:00.003+08:002010-12-04T12:44:33.349+08:00Countdown: 23Now it seems every time I go abroad it's always "outer space" :) <div><br /></div><div>jingsz*</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-36245690889684720352010-09-22T16:17:00.005+08:002010-09-22T16:23:52.263+08:00Away from electronic;<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwLeMxH4ulz0cGnQqQWiKbjfZ2kizx6P3OhHxCP2pGlaXq2PdwrXER3QXDYQ7ESQWX4N8uxmpFlRVg3nv8fP_yTRChf6auF4LTmjFY7f1_DyBEBNhPJLv6LIUcleGKT6tZRxZcgg/s1600/Sky_Sailing-_An_Airplane_Carried_Me_to_Bed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519650564726818466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwLeMxH4ulz0cGnQqQWiKbjfZ2kizx6P3OhHxCP2pGlaXq2PdwrXER3QXDYQ7ESQWX4N8uxmpFlRVg3nv8fP_yTRChf6auF4LTmjFY7f1_DyBEBNhPJLv6LIUcleGKT6tZRxZcgg/s400/Sky_Sailing-_An_Airplane_Carried_Me_to_Bed.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>strangely enough it was the electronics that lured me.<br /><br />with me or against me now zim?:P<br /><br />seems like we feed off each other's visitor's count ey?<br /><br />jingsz* </div><div> </div><div>Ps. Reminds me of "Konan's" power, naruto fans:d</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-6739050361703941122010-09-17T09:45:00.001+08:002010-09-17T09:46:32.048+08:00Closingthink I speak for both of us;<div><br /></div><div>this all goes as memoirs when 2010 ends. </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy days all(: </div><div><br /></div><div>perhaps a new one when life throws me a fresh catch ey?</div><div><br /></div><div>loves;</div><div><br /></div><div>hiddengangs*</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-72505524041537336492010-09-03T16:47:00.002+08:002010-09-03T17:03:32.213+08:00Apple Craze;<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgOjDHrwTYDcthBOo4A8qEudXg0Msg7Fu2JTrk4gyOAPhHIKJTASILQh9Q7WzYX1Bkg2t5DHVJ3sAhaGjm83I811Eqk34dAZD7O4by_vvNAwjv9DTFoVBjBFRINeaDe0qGXIoBw/s1600/ipod-touch-4.jpg"><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgOjDHrwTYDcthBOo4A8qEudXg0Msg7Fu2JTrk4gyOAPhHIKJTASILQh9Q7WzYX1Bkg2t5DHVJ3sAhaGjm83I811Eqk34dAZD7O4by_vvNAwjv9DTFoVBjBFRINeaDe0qGXIoBw/s400/ipod-touch-4.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPnPKyRkJjX9bqkRSyQQRenE3Qve1WfBBgqXhqo3poIsLWxDbSQckEY-A3Pk5h9JSSCGk1Vpu9-vK-soMtPl75ZG2yEGvPYYn0sFymzTYqStvH1s93ZVBU-ceoUKMJ_tYKqrbbw/s1600/Macbook%2520pro.jpg"><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPnPKyRkJjX9bqkRSyQQRenE3Qve1WfBBgqXhqo3poIsLWxDbSQckEY-A3Pk5h9JSSCGk1Vpu9-vK-soMtPl75ZG2yEGvPYYn0sFymzTYqStvH1s93ZVBU-ceoUKMJ_tYKqrbbw/s400/Macbook%2520pro.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiORe5umP4eYOV-v0_WFDdVlEH6SPmaxLARSAdZlb_8Mi7-DjzvN1eO9bhQHGfAvQAF4VvwKh10qvFKPEB0lHcSDWiw2R6wF9JEhQFQ-GD1iFTmJK468IH_JrfHVDRb4134W729OQ/s1600/112320-white_iphone_4_views.jpg"><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiORe5umP4eYOV-v0_WFDdVlEH6SPmaxLARSAdZlb_8Mi7-DjzvN1eO9bhQHGfAvQAF4VvwKh10qvFKPEB0lHcSDWiw2R6wF9JEhQFQ-GD1iFTmJK468IH_JrfHVDRb4134W729OQ/s400/112320-white_iphone_4_views.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>It's a real disease, & I thought I was immune.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>ajsdflawhefiahfsjahdb!!!</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br />jingsz*<br /><div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-25425123212430728582010-08-14T23:49:00.002+08:002010-08-14T23:56:44.322+08:00The Cure (failure III) – “Adventures”<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQdBUIQt3NAE4x24dP7oL-qBdR0lMocTOBkzlVVFXgUUvkjCMUTEQ8bBeFyMRA1Kdp_t11xFgdVz-2WDtrmDwh4dC2KrW3SuTOJmx61AZJyVXUvTTSrDlKqrd6mjzTYf4oAUs9xA/s1600/Ratchet_and_Clank_cover_by_weslouie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQdBUIQt3NAE4x24dP7oL-qBdR0lMocTOBkzlVVFXgUUvkjCMUTEQ8bBeFyMRA1Kdp_t11xFgdVz-2WDtrmDwh4dC2KrW3SuTOJmx61AZJyVXUvTTSrDlKqrd6mjzTYf4oAUs9xA/s400/Ratchet_and_Clank_cover_by_weslouie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505294855815670450" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Back in the days, Gid & I (well to be honest it was all Gid who was the inventor & 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. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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, & 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 </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You blacken, you get tired, you’re pushed, you’re in pain, you just end up being rustic and low down, literally poor, & 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!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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….</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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…..</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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 <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">11</b> 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! <span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span> the remaining 8 bucks were used to watched the Avatar; the last airbender. & I’m not gonna elaborate my sheer disgust for that movie-_-“ spoiled everything<span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;">L</span></span> it was so ARGH!!!??!?!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Fastforward. We’re done with the movie, & utterly broke. 11-3=8, 8-8=<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">0</b>. We’re hungry, thirsty, and helpless…so we decided to look for people we know,<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>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….</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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<span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;">L</span></span> 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</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">& 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 <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>during the adventure. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">OH!</b> For the record, I wasn’t “emo” I’m keeping the promise (: Zim calls it <s>reminiscing</s> reminyssaing, & so do I(: <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jingsz*</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ps. still workin on that narrative technique of yours zim. Truly inspiring heh, as much as you say I have my way with words; </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-30792762064163209882010-08-04T15:28:00.002+08:002010-08-04T15:47:18.029+08:00Man Vs. Man<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErmPQJ2N1Gntcgv0OVzfX0rLxu29loiKij96CrXKG-ZxFPGQYrgE8iMpj9wYDE_oaWmtycoZML0bg2upzUv91Pw627Qlzmg1RcEDVvDnQQeOoMqunJ-eZ_emRhg3OhUWJtfuj6w/s1600/summer-happiness-cover.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErmPQJ2N1Gntcgv0OVzfX0rLxu29loiKij96CrXKG-ZxFPGQYrgE8iMpj9wYDE_oaWmtycoZML0bg2upzUv91Pw627Qlzmg1RcEDVvDnQQeOoMqunJ-eZ_emRhg3OhUWJtfuj6w/s400/summer-happiness-cover.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501457148566028818" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I dont know about tomorrow;<br />I just live from day to day.<br />i dont borrow from its sunshine<br />for its skies may turn grey<br />I don't worry about the future<br />For i know what Jesus said.<br />And today i'll walk beside Him<br />for He knows what is ahead<br /><br />Many things about tomorrow<br />i dont seem to understand<br />but i know who holds tomorrow<br />and i know who holds my hand.</span><div><span style="font-style:italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">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 & chisel, pen, paper, poster; art or abstract, art or no art at all.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> Perhaps when I'm older - a place, a room, to commune. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-style:italic;">this is my therapy; cause you're the only one who's listening to me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">;</span></span></div><div><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-style:italic;"><b>Ps. 119:105 - Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-style:italic;"><b></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">jingsz* <br /></span><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-39292042164838736412010-07-27T08:12:00.001+08:002010-07-27T08:21:18.456+08:00Counter-attack;Sleep late, get up early, dream all night.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"></span> You take the right hand<br />& I the left,<br />Together , hand in hand<br /> we"ll<br /> freeze time<br />Again & again &again. <br /><br />Jingsz*Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-75910344080800748842010-07-01T16:32:00.003+08:002010-07-01T18:18:33.628+08:00Revival<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRl6_uABg1ggm02ajdokRA2gjLc8uTsCvKvnSLleVj76tmk787gqdLp7ZzXBn6mB_fx-BYHfEDJtGRLebLCftw6X_FONm9Nai2v_BYQU6vE4sqfQMyXox1O_goJeryA-odaS5lQ/s1600/Sweetness_by_sisma77.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRl6_uABg1ggm02ajdokRA2gjLc8uTsCvKvnSLleVj76tmk787gqdLp7ZzXBn6mB_fx-BYHfEDJtGRLebLCftw6X_FONm9Nai2v_BYQU6vE4sqfQMyXox1O_goJeryA-odaS5lQ/s400/Sweetness_by_sisma77.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488857113894515298" /></a><br />Dead?<div><br /></div><div>YOU'RE RIGHT ZIM!?!??!</div><div><br /></div><div>Right it's been awhile ey? SO we've all been caught up in the moments, & really after IB all you wanna do is nothing.</div><div><br /></div><div>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.</div><div><br /></div><div>for now, I shall recite my fond moments of my 17th birthday.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember D's place.</div><div>We was rockin on guitarhero/rock band wateva.</div><div>Fatman A.K.A. tubby, was present.</div><div>We was jamming to "Beat it" by the infamous MJ himself,</div><div>and D' gives me the infamous green shirt of mine that illustrates a step by step process to "Thriller"</div><div>& I get up the next day, and MJ's Dead. D_D</div><div><br /></div><div>jingsz*</div><div><br /></div><div>Ps. Makeover coming your way peeps ! WATCH THIS BLOG! </div><div><br /></div><div>OH & 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!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtoWqAQVjYA&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtoWqAQVjYA&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-71074109870221424222010-04-22T15:07:00.001+08:002010-04-22T15:09:30.778+08:00& not slow down'everyday I wake up -<br /><br />the day has ended.<br /><br />& I struggle finding the new day.<br /><br />*<br /><br />Ps. this is the end. (if you want it)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-20596035092324410472010-03-24T12:34:00.004+08:002010-03-24T12:42:57.082+08:00Fish with a swirl;<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiXbZo7iD8qe4MYNl4PmMMw_rS0N3R_3EEwi0UVUPpiKmKgH6Ydhqd9U3pROdFBVo2U-C8WZFLug4GG1IorUCmTAQ8xI8UxzwrptUpoBa2y-WzQjseR98joaOjLlkQvEnLPF58uQ/s1600-h/Naruto___Ichiraku_by_dannex009.jpg"><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiXbZo7iD8qe4MYNl4PmMMw_rS0N3R_3EEwi0UVUPpiKmKgH6Ydhqd9U3pROdFBVo2U-C8WZFLug4GG1IorUCmTAQ8xI8UxzwrptUpoBa2y-WzQjseR98joaOjLlkQvEnLPF58uQ/s400/Naruto___Ichiraku_by_dannex009.jpg" /></a> who knew! not me:P a pity its only a piece they give you with your steamed eggs at sushi excapade...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wglIzufakvYyFWbsFYpbEgFlihyphenhyphen6gy5O50SRVT96i3Hb0GUk9RN9ahYMQZZwcH64Q_7MLMLteacsV5wVtkSQqBRTosW2cH543MezN5Eu9EHZPE9_Dm_rO0TR4CBPWmN67q2MJw/s1600-h/Naruto__s_Plot_by_E_vay.jpg"><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wglIzufakvYyFWbsFYpbEgFlihyphenhyphen6gy5O50SRVT96i3Hb0GUk9RN9ahYMQZZwcH64Q_7MLMLteacsV5wVtkSQqBRTosW2cH543MezN5Eu9EHZPE9_Dm_rO0TR4CBPWmN67q2MJw/s400/Naruto__s_Plot_by_E_vay.jpg" /></a> double click for a zoom in;</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-dbk7TQpsi_WpsglUKB5vwD6H-vkjKa9jbMyPtraoPGmWuGoPxpbfRHxivkW3OCAMHtTCBOzrjY599rhL-qZA1W1FFU6w5rurFBuzfwLiArIxtA7nU8xQr9vqdDyO16ARUnsnw/s1600-h/Naruto___SMILEYS_by_dannex009.jpg"><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-dbk7TQpsi_WpsglUKB5vwD6H-vkjKa9jbMyPtraoPGmWuGoPxpbfRHxivkW3OCAMHtTCBOzrjY599rhL-qZA1W1FFU6w5rurFBuzfwLiArIxtA7nU8xQr9vqdDyO16ARUnsnw/s400/Naruto___SMILEYS_by_dannex009.jpg" /></a><br />Ps. its really gay finding gay ones of naruto and sasuke-_-" i mean c'mon. not cool...<br /></div><div>jingsz*</div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-57951155552734965382010-03-18T08:10:00.001+08:002010-03-18T08:12:43.687+08:00.Hmmm, after all this waiting;<br /><br />Ben Olin leaves <em>This Beautiful Republic</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>shucks.lets hope they still sound wicked.</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-54638742382598580572010-03-16T20:53:00.005+08:002010-03-16T21:52:12.429+08:00oh, quis a decorus nomen'<div>I love concomitant feelings - blast off!<br /><br /><br /><br />Houston, I'd rather die among the stars. ciao:D<br /><br /><br /><br />I have to admit, even when you know the words, it's terribly embarassing to say=X<br /><br /><br /><br />so you ramble, jamble, gamble, mumble, tumble-_-",<br /><br /><br /><br />three cheers to bonding mechanisms!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhweA33ClEjsB06h0nb_kdZgqe_C-A-GXinE3OtDsHhT8pHlSOJuOPz3Z4I3M1QijT23zhWO93XLpBOSzO6ARB3a72TWmlJaVoqqBRu-7pXDAiD8H3rmYixGWifNwJdz4hOKgmnyQ/s1600-h/Hyphen___Constellation_by_Kuriru.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449220754279137746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhweA33ClEjsB06h0nb_kdZgqe_C-A-GXinE3OtDsHhT8pHlSOJuOPz3Z4I3M1QijT23zhWO93XLpBOSzO6ARB3a72TWmlJaVoqqBRu-7pXDAiD8H3rmYixGWifNwJdz4hOKgmnyQ/s400/Hyphen___Constellation_by_Kuriru.png" border="0" /></a><em><br /></em><br /><br /><p><em>quite the contrary':P</em></p><br /><p><br />jingsz*</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>Ps. What else makes me heart stop:</p><br /><p></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGoi3Sch9MuWr_-J_n6qXNt0jRTpuc2mB9YCC-W6OXesgebdB4dSwplL4Q1fU_AL0pqGtWk2fb-xtqsRc8qZ_0YvZ7Mr_BzsAnPyWyHwEWvCJXyCYsvYhbthN9l8eu5Pd-iAW3CA/s1600-h/cover_medium.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449228896145981106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGoi3Sch9MuWr_-J_n6qXNt0jRTpuc2mB9YCC-W6OXesgebdB4dSwplL4Q1fU_AL0pqGtWk2fb-xtqsRc8qZ_0YvZ7Mr_BzsAnPyWyHwEWvCJXyCYsvYhbthN9l8eu5Pd-iAW3CA/s400/cover_medium.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Saving-One-Starfield/dp/B003480050/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1268747015&sr=8-2"></a></p><br /><p>WOOTS!</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-22336855464428938242010-03-14T16:44:00.002+08:002010-03-14T16:52:49.558+08:00Look into my heart & see see see'<div>I hate anticedent feelings to climatic events.<br /><br />ironically it's a blast off too.<br /><br /><s>3</s>, <s>2</s>, 1....<br /><br />jingsz*<br /><br />Ps. Closer to the edge;<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB94eNutSo_A_Q9Zacq1huxSEraDgyN-hnDSgMDPXP2CMyTdQB7hzMzfihawhASs0lm0BW-QU7XsuleTwC32Azlc6C4sylIgSuk66T9pzJrM1QoQUYCVMnD35FSc_KdKh7nXjEKA/s1600-h/cbb5727c50990f335fc8068f539d3e14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448409720070081906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB94eNutSo_A_Q9Zacq1huxSEraDgyN-hnDSgMDPXP2CMyTdQB7hzMzfihawhASs0lm0BW-QU7XsuleTwC32Azlc6C4sylIgSuk66T9pzJrM1QoQUYCVMnD35FSc_KdKh7nXjEKA/s400/cbb5727c50990f335fc8068f539d3e14.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-33566786105644915232010-02-23T14:57:00.003+08:002010-02-23T21:05:58.204+08:00Got everything but time on our hands'When you die, i'll play <em>Your Body is A wonder land"</em><br /><em></em><br />Just don't forget to play "<em>Deathbed" </em>on mine(;<br /><br />BAHAHAHAHAHA<br /><br />hope UWA is treating you well. Tell the panda i said hello:D<br /><br />Ps.hey, if your dad is coming over in march, then i can pass him your very over belated pressie:P<br />Pps. More wants;<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxlMmhYiRAU74zJOTjuc7RiQ0Dh6bWugWc_dZDrvYSooG7zmWujdSqKfDHHxUT8N6gCBKttkyFSh4t6Flv__yvwzrsxbJUsi8pgqUzsMF17f4BZhqq5LL9ptACsD8j1TJYXPOTg/s1600-h/51jbWpGCvsL__SS400_.jpg"><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxlMmhYiRAU74zJOTjuc7RiQ0Dh6bWugWc_dZDrvYSooG7zmWujdSqKfDHHxUT8N6gCBKttkyFSh4t6Flv__yvwzrsxbJUsi8pgqUzsMF17f4BZhqq5LL9ptACsD8j1TJYXPOTg/s400/51jbWpGCvsL__SS400_.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwCPefbfKnTuiH4LOKXfv5OchBO0Ee0KB-ojiHLq3IM0nzgRg0Vm4osfZCthmRi-NuNwNYToCqv50MVZ1dIuVcmB4NjCkfmoKTj9VGseZTrlAEcDD4K6YMLg9zMuW58P9vYLJWg/s1600-h/517mhDppNZL__SS400_.jpg"><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwCPefbfKnTuiH4LOKXfv5OchBO0Ee0KB-ojiHLq3IM0nzgRg0Vm4osfZCthmRi-NuNwNYToCqv50MVZ1dIuVcmB4NjCkfmoKTj9VGseZTrlAEcDD4K6YMLg9zMuW58P9vYLJWg/s400/517mhDppNZL__SS400_.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br />loves;<br /><br />jingsz*</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-15301158735453538622010-02-04T23:30:00.002+08:002010-02-04T23:30:00.275+08:00Russet Corn Cobs & Flying WalrusesIn exactly 48 hours,<br /><br />I'll know how it feels,<br /><br />to have <em>everything</em>,<br /><br />WOOTS!<br /><br />*<br /><br />Ps. Hey gid, get some song ideas running(;Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-44214310506212566602010-01-20T14:26:00.002+08:002010-01-20T14:37:12.780+08:00Young Blood<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBjtDvBH9a6tKMhEk5S-UQ8osLgp7A1HHB4sFSs_K83rg3vuro_Y5DmxFm9Un1qzvA_GxqDOduj9vgg39xk4B99HnwxQNwEpww3P7kgNtAg6l-YBpIf8bGYftuVWX9ow2AZ0weA/s1600-h/Remedy_by_Haila_OurFarewell.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428707341183874690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBjtDvBH9a6tKMhEk5S-UQ8osLgp7A1HHB4sFSs_K83rg3vuro_Y5DmxFm9Un1qzvA_GxqDOduj9vgg39xk4B99HnwxQNwEpww3P7kgNtAg6l-YBpIf8bGYftuVWX9ow2AZ0weA/s400/Remedy_by_Haila_OurFarewell.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Not unknown. I'm going through a phase where I suddenly miss the whole "<em>7minutesoffame</em>"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ages ago, including recently, well my poignancy worsened when me and zim faced defeat in our Singing bees audition.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>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. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>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. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Nisa says I look constipated when I'm in the phase,but I believe the true description is just phased out. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>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. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Anyhoots, currently working on <em>sentimental remedy. </em>I realized that lyrics aren't so hard to make afterall. It's just engrish(: Its' the Music thats difficult to keep fresh. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We'll see how I feel about revealing the rest of the ideas. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>jingsz*</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ps.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-39975883725398845352010-01-20T14:19:00.002+08:002010-01-20T14:26:36.556+08:00[Failure __________________] (cause I've lost count...)Originally I <em>was</em> going to leave this blank. & of course throw in a crude title.<br /><br />But inspiration is found in the most interesting places.<br /><br />& I reckon if <em>someone</em> who barely knows you,<br /><br />can sympathize the state you're in, admist my negativity and brink of apathy,<br /><br />then you're a winner. Or one I used to know.<br /><br />But the advice is right and definate.<br /><br /><em>You've</em> rendered us <em>useless</em>,<br /><br />So,<br /><br />We pray from afar.<br /><br />*<br /><br />Ps. Ying; I'll be up for the meet up, if it's still up for grabs when you return.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-45693498725104853772010-01-14T23:43:00.002+08:002010-01-15T00:05:02.558+08:00play teh Martyr]become teh traitor\ teh humble sinner.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;<br /><br />No i'm not like him ying, opposite. & as Die says, Asian version:D<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />For the most of it; The best is yet to come(:<br /><br />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. & we can wallow emo, pretty healthy in some terms;) miss ya. No worries about me btw.<br /><br />Here the list. Which I'm sure you've gotten use to.<br /><br /><div>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,</div><div><br /></div><div>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(:<br /><br />Oh <b>D' this weekend, gotta get fly leaf off ya:D </b><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>this is the end'</div><div><br /></div><div>jingsz* </div><div><br /></div><div>Ps. Rain, rain go away'</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-89212978545467477422010-01-04T15:08:00.002+08:002010-01-04T15:33:46.122+08:00twenty-tenHappy new year visitors(:<br /><br />sorry for the lack of updates.<br /><br />Been busy,<br /><br />studying, sleeping, having bro-sis time, christmas, new years, etc.<br /><br />IB's not slowing down & so I've started counting time in hours. It seems more fast-paced, limited, choppy.<br /><br />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<br /><br />guess a final note would be like it feels this is going to be fine year.<br /><br />Pretty slick start anyways(: hehe<br /><br />Anyhoots,<br /><br />good news is I'm not chosen for National Service, (shant end up like my sis!:P)<br /><br />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 <strong>D'</strong> , 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<br /><br />anyhoots, i'm going for a chop soon. hopefully, he does some kinda mistake and i get one of these anyways^^<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixSODt8DgixR_e_YgSQFri6qCpGJNkmo3k-HupHfkR7gNhEfVGf1b1x1ki9n3HyPQZTTnhiFhmQyH-WMId84fu_QyhtNrmu2vf0j2uQzjlaclZQQ89z91BwNHr0i00kEoZHlGMw/s1600-h/n556575404_5574604_6020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixSODt8DgixR_e_YgSQFri6qCpGJNkmo3k-HupHfkR7gNhEfVGf1b1x1ki9n3HyPQZTTnhiFhmQyH-WMId84fu_QyhtNrmu2vf0j2uQzjlaclZQQ89z91BwNHr0i00kEoZHlGMw/s400/n556575404_5574604_6020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422784480167593810" /></a><br />jingsz*Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-3752563127323189702009-12-11T11:38:00.005+08:002009-12-16T23:25:57.902+08:00SaharaFinally 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.<br /><br />I hold my cds up high(:<br /><br />WOOTS*<br /><br />besides I DISCOVERED THERE IS An amazon exclusive (i gots mines from amazon...or maybe it was for the mp3 downloads...),ON <em>FORGET</em> <em>AND NOT SLOW DOWN</em> d_d - ITS CALLED <strong>TERMINALS</strong>....<br /> <div>OH! forgot to mention, the guy from <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCFF;">Owl City</span></b>, produced this, haha kinda reminds you of <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">fireflies</span></i> ey? pretty slick!<br /><div>anyhoots here it is(: enjoyy</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-69071965018828695852009-11-25T11:56:00.004+08:002009-11-25T16:38:46.171+08:00! [insearchofsolidground]<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7EGoh8uOr_8DD0lxWyUgDUzMU06oOZQLG7zKObPxAYKnXdjAZvl6DnWpsTpI8-y7oUVIEMZMuqeT9dGNUAgc406KLXOCS7McoRoXTVekoiKISdzyN0iGHZR0dRv7hzqlEaeRFWQ/s1600/untitled.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407956849056982322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7EGoh8uOr_8DD0lxWyUgDUzMU06oOZQLG7zKObPxAYKnXdjAZvl6DnWpsTpI8-y7oUVIEMZMuqeT9dGNUAgc406KLXOCS7McoRoXTVekoiKISdzyN0iGHZR0dRv7hzqlEaeRFWQ/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Like a jigsaw puzzle. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>you. </div><br /><div>a million jumbled up pieces. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>You, don't know where to start.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>clumsy fingers,<br />swarming identical pieces.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>You say you're lazy,</div><br /><div>Truth be told you're afraid.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Is there beauty in this complexion? </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We win!</div><br /><div>indeed there's joy in matching 3 pieces. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>yes there is joy,</div><br /><div>in being sprawled all over, stirred and burried</div><br /><div>in all the seemingly similar pieces</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Is there satisfaction in these fractions of this___________?</div><br /><div>can we say complete?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You have the cover.</div><br /><div>You can't have the picture,</div><br /><div>you know you can't. </div><br /><div>But it's funny how the candle lights;</div><br /><div>more than ever.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>there is no missing piece. </div><br /><div>just too many pieces. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Yes, there is beauty,</div><br /><div>in the <em>final</em> complexion,</div><br /><div>No doubt. </div><br /><div>it's funny how the candle lights. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>so how do we do?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>lose 2 [!] regret [1] quit chasing. </div><br /><div></div><br /><em>I've made up my mind, don't need to think it over</em><br /><em>If I'm wrong I am right, don't need to look no further</em><br /><em>This ain't lust, I know this is love</em><br /><em>But if I tell the world, I'll never say enough'</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Cause it was not said to you</em><br /><em>And that's exactly what I need to do if I'd end up with you</em><br /><em>Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements</em><br /><em>Even if it leads nowhere?</em><br /><em>Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place</em><br /><em>Should I leave it there?</em><br /><em>Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements</em><br /><em>Even if it leads nowhere?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I build myself up and fly around in circles</em><br /><em>Wait then as my heart drops and my back begins to tingle</em><br /><em>Finally could this be it?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements</em><br /><em>Even if it leads nowhere?</em><br /><em>Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place</em><br /><em>Should I leave it there?</em><br /><em>Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements</em><br /><em>Even if it leads nowhere?</em><br /><em>Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements</em><br /><em>Even if it leads nowhere?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place</em><br /><em>Should I leave it there?</em><br /><em>Should I give up or should I just keep on chasing pavements</em><br /><em>Should I just keep on chasing pavements?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements</em><br /><em>Even if it leads nowhere?</em><br /><em>Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place</em><br /><em>Should I leave it there?</em><br /><em>Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements</em><br /><em>Even if it leads nowhere?<br /></em><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Adele; Chasing Pavements;</span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-72611068843993685452009-11-12T07:53:00.004+08:002009-11-12T15:26:10.111+08:00Savannah [this is it(or who you people thought she was:P)]I hope to be there by the morning<br />And see this pining all transforming<br />Into the arms of the Georgia sun<br /><br />Savannah<br />I'd love to feel the heat the sunrise<br />Brushing rays across my windshield as if one dries<br />The streams from off my face<br />Yet I know you'll be there cause you'll know I'll want you to be there<br />And we'll say hello as you're smiling in love<br />And we'll sigh so relieved I believe because we will both know by<br />Tonight we'll feel normal again<br />But until thenUntil Then<br />Until then<br /><br />Savannah<br />Our backs supported by a hammock<br />We sum up perfection like a handbook<br />And God knows it all too well<br />Savannah<br />We'll take a walk to find a gift shop<br />Who would've thought the book that you bought<br />Would never come off the shelf<br /><br />BabyI spent my life wondering<br />Wondering when I'd find you<br />I searched for all these years and now you're right here<br />I need you to know that<br />Everything makes sense when you're with me<br /><br />Savannah<br />Walk out into the sultry evening<br />Cotton breathing when the sea winds<br />Brush the hair down around your neck<br />Savannah<br />You hold my hand like it's the first time<br />And all the feelings that our hearts find<br />Will be just what we expect<br /><br />Baby<br />It's all I can do to<br />Thank you'<br />Cause every time you wrapped those arms around me<br />I felt I was home cause<br />Everything made sense when you were with me.<br /><br />Ps. I reckon Savannah should change to. - Amanda(:<br /><br />Pps. miss you bro(:<br /><br />jingsz*Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-6443461383021031032009-11-09T15:41:00.005+08:002009-11-10T15:38:04.557+08:00Collide [If You want it']Sometimes, we forget;<br /><br />Who's pierced to the cross?<br />open wounds, gushing back,<br />hammered hands,<br /><em></em>enthroned with your crown of thorns.<br /><br /><br />You bleed selflessly whilst I can never imagine<br />being placed behind You.<br /><br />Yes, we forget,<br /><br />admist the weight of the wounds,<br /><br />Your glorious moment on the tree.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We forget that,<br /><br />you don't expect such a sacrifice,<br /><br />but to merely lie in the shadows of the tree,<br /><br />We've <em>come to the conclusion.</em><br /><br />that our sheer weight has overcome<br /><br />But You've loved us all our days,<br /><br />and we can only shrink to fit within the shadows,<br /><br />drink deep,<br /><br />drown in the swell of grace.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>But it's something that <strong>you fell into</strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>And <strong>crawling out is hard on you</strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong>not sure it's what you want to do</strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong>Not convinced</strong> it's what you want to do</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">relient k;Forget & not slow down; Part of it</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">so this is how I remember. This is how I not slow down.</span> </span></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgt33kmNhYbYJQUXSbIStEyRBhvFytdI4Nh-AGZuKksyHDf3e3FxE-Yr0ZC2-0IO8yKI0OcP3gNooegUZ9cXDr6QQcN5OO5pkNjy-bRlymj3D-RWf5lmyg__THv8b9YMmtU6SYJw/s1600-h/51BJOLnwoWL__SS500_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402373340027445730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgt33kmNhYbYJQUXSbIStEyRBhvFytdI4Nh-AGZuKksyHDf3e3FxE-Yr0ZC2-0IO8yKI0OcP3gNooegUZ9cXDr6QQcN5OO5pkNjy-bRlymj3D-RWf5lmyg__THv8b9YMmtU6SYJw/s400/51BJOLnwoWL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMsbCea-OuI2ElGIFqgINgT1dlEetQhZHSlTvrEbbrwWfGneNJoxyXT8pOaQzVGOr-hcuK4sBEi82Dxecs2K2VV3ahEcjpYR8gWh1K_yDBtMAwaXcavFD2BphK4dr0OCB7zmrddw/s1600-h/michaelbuble-crazylove1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402375718688339618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMsbCea-OuI2ElGIFqgINgT1dlEetQhZHSlTvrEbbrwWfGneNJoxyXT8pOaQzVGOr-hcuK4sBEi82Dxecs2K2VV3ahEcjpYR8gWh1K_yDBtMAwaXcavFD2BphK4dr0OCB7zmrddw/s400/michaelbuble-crazylove1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIIpaUS5An8A_XQagdxZVUFVBrnbijyHbMhZP8qN8BdOFeK87eZJ8SqxYWK9TAIXato39xXqoY1lvmvMSBx2Zgy0LOBKS2o2sgnyaiBE5fErzUjNsMCPWpiOFUI9asloFI2Cx9GA/s1600-h/everythingisdifferent_sm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402375713986796018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIIpaUS5An8A_XQagdxZVUFVBrnbijyHbMhZP8qN8BdOFeK87eZJ8SqxYWK9TAIXato39xXqoY1lvmvMSBx2Zgy0LOBKS2o2sgnyaiBE5fErzUjNsMCPWpiOFUI9asloFI2Cx9GA/s400/everythingisdifferent_sm.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ps. Ying, hehe you know what to do??:P wOOTS! jk, hehe will figure it out((: come home already!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302375.post-35734759621762471912009-11-04T15:01:00.005+08:002009-11-04T15:26:13.405+08:00Advertisments (failure II) [perspective is a lovely hand to hold;]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:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxomhkC8nNmJEo07CpdqwG90szfulqemo5uCm0orVTMarkB8NmKL_XiIMwDlPypttW57a2jI9AqKmt1TCvvNxStIXZ3b0_Gal9es9Bz3BFScGQeFhuEb5yg5VplV961DmQyBQW4A/s1600-h/99369_camelbuffeteat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxomhkC8nNmJEo07CpdqwG90szfulqemo5uCm0orVTMarkB8NmKL_XiIMwDlPypttW57a2jI9AqKmt1TCvvNxStIXZ3b0_Gal9es9Bz3BFScGQeFhuEb5yg5VplV961DmQyBQW4A/s400/99369_camelbuffeteat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400141398361821586" border="0" /></a><br /><br />the link to his wordpress is on the previous previous post! hehe enjoy<br /><br />yum? I would try it, hehe! <br /><br />*Unknownnoreply@blogger.com