tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71827065515766306532012-02-17T02:27:12.081+08:00PiggYish!*Oink Oink Oink!*Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.comBlogger721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-64918853708532073702010-04-19T11:27:00.009+08:002010-04-19T13:23:32.593+08:00PC fair!Went to the PIKOM PC fair at KLCC Convention Centre yesterday with my dad.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div>There is only one word to describe it.</div><div></div><div>AWESOME.</div><div><br />(besides other words such as...crowded...and...hot...)</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>This is my first pc fair and it wasn't at all how i expected it to be. It was much better. For starters the place was huge. About 6-7 halls filled with pc gadgets and gizmos. Each hall bigger than my house. lol.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is my first time taking LTR to KLCC and I realised it was actually quite near tomy college. Not like I would ever spend RM 1.60 on a trip to a place where everything is charged at exorbitant prices. But its just good to know.<br /></div><div>Initially my main reason for going was to get a pendrive (yeah lame I know), which I did manage to grab just before we left. A 4GB Kingston for RM30. Not too bad a deal I hope? I couldn't keep my eyes off the Razer and Steelseries mice! Incase anyone here isn't a gameholic or a pc guru...<span style="color:#33cc00;">Razer</span> is a professional gaming gear manufacturer who specialises in creating high end gaming mice, keyboards, and audio equipment for pro-gamers and casual gamers alike. <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Steelseries</span> is simply the market contender xD </div><div></div><div>Anywayz, here are some of the mice that caught my attention.</div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S8vlUd_wtBI/AAAAAAAAAio/vNfCTNBknQ8/s1600/razer-imperator-thumb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461711112929063954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S8vlUd_wtBI/AAAAAAAAAio/vNfCTNBknQ8/s320/razer-imperator-thumb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">Razer</span> Imperator </div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S8vlVdj2ePI/AAAAAAAAAi4/_Zv2o_6t9IM/s1600/razer-naga-thumb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461711129991870706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S8vlVdj2ePI/AAAAAAAAAi4/_Zv2o_6t9IM/s320/razer-naga-thumb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">Razer</span> Naga.<br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S8vlU_UwrdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/bvuWeIDEBWM/s1600/razer-mamba-thumb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461711121875512786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S8vlU_UwrdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/bvuWeIDEBWM/s320/razer-mamba-thumb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Razer</span> Mamba</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S8vlVrLubVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/CnnQQIFASjM/s1600/razer-krait-main.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461711133648776530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S8vlVrLubVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/CnnQQIFASjM/s320/razer-krait-main.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">Razer</span> Krait<br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S8vlV6iATGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/-5YxcBYe9qY/s1600/2174-2667.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461711137768754274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S8vlV6iATGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/-5YxcBYe9qY/s320/2174-2667.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>These are some <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">steelseries </span>mice. Price is much lower than Razer but not as cool looking I guess :)</div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S8vnBR6x8qI/AAAAAAAAAjY/-hxMl5b6_kw/s1600/merc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461712982292689570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S8vnBR6x8qI/AAAAAAAAAjY/-hxMl5b6_kw/s320/merc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S8vnBR6x8qI/AAAAAAAAAjY/-hxMl5b6_kw/s1600/merc.jpg"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Awesome keyboard...Built specifically for FPS and MMO games alike.</div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6491885370853207370?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-86721912888462072232010-04-07T09:37:00.002+08:002010-04-07T11:40:10.410+08:00Memories of 1D...Sebastian, Yong Kok, Wee Chien and I...<div><br /></div><div>Its been awhile since this old gang of 1D DotArds got together. 5 years to be precise. Ever since we kinda lost touch after form 2 and we went our seperate classes :( </div><div><br /></div><div>Chance came last week when I bumped into Sebastian and his cousin at the LRT ticket counter in KL cetral! And amazingly he still recognized me! I almost had difficulty spotting him...since his face was half covered by his fringy hair now xD </div><div><br /></div><div>So we planned a movie date with the 2 other buddies YK and Wee Chien (A.K.A Pisang). Which was last Sunday at JJ, where we watched Clash OF The Titans... pretty good show with a decent story line to go with some cool CG scenes. Zues looked waaaay cooler here than in Percy Jackson. Overall...not bad for a MSN rated 1 start show...lmao xD</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh yeah, lunch was a perfect opportunity to catch up on each others lives. Turns out, all 3 of them were doing the same course-Diploma in Accounting- in the same class! Which made me the only left out guy :( anywayz we talked about YK's relationship status...a somewhat complicated mess he made with a girl on msn... mentioning it only caused him to go emo...a thing only Sebastian can cure xD</div><div><br /></div><div>Right after the movie we went to Sinonet...but what the hell? It was closed for renovation till 20th April. It looked as if they we're linking 5 shops together into a giant CC lol. Thus we hopped across the street to "The Three Muskateers" CC. A weird CC with built-in DotA maphacks in every single computer. Just about every game we played there was about ganking junglers and being mysteriously ganked to death everytime. Ah...the thrill of playing a dota game with 9 other hackers -.-!</div><div><br /></div><div>Well right after that we went home lol...couldn't bear playing with people Amoeba standard sportsmanship. Tortured Sebastians driving skills along the way too xD Regretfully no one took any pictures of this outing...Thus only in our memories it shall remain, till next time :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Kay I guess thats all for my short update. Gtg class now. Ciaoz</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-8672191288846207223?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-68100567525719080722010-01-16T17:38:00.010+08:002010-02-22T13:26:14.383+08:00overdue, thus, not overdone XDThis post is way overdue its deadline of before CNY! Too many distractions and unfortunate events happened along the road of making this post come true.<br />Here are some just to name a few~<br />1) my previous attempt to post this post failled when the computer lab pc crashed.<br />2) i ended up losing everything including the pics and the words too. (thankfully Kim had a backup of these pics...else I'd be screwed~bla~)<br />3) blame UCpro for sucking up most of my free time<br />4) guitar teacher demands 1 new song every week. gg~<br />5) my dad is stalking my blog. My prior trust in his respect for my privacy is very much regreted. New security measures are now in place.<br /><br />THUS, I shall not fill in the details of this date. That is best left for these picture to describe :)<br /><br />picture post!<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428001868695977298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S1Qi8NfHvVI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dWwzGhI6Gk8/s320/DSC05100.JPG" border="0" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S1Qi71rQBYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HTUO9gCPYpM/s1600-h/DSC05103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428001862304400770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S1Qi71rQBYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HTUO9gCPYpM/s320/DSC05103.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S1Qi7eJzJCI/AAAAAAAAAgg/yM05JR_SRQ0/s1600-h/DSC05108.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428001855990080546" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/S1QhMyO8VVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/oRy64aJ0TBY/s320/DSC05146.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6810056752571908072?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-63990543035676771862009-12-27T22:33:00.007+08:002009-12-28T11:31:43.716+08:0010th date and our first Christmas together!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeDebZRYII/AAAAAAAAAc4/w_WTRwnPhoA/s1600-h/DSC04879.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeDebZRYII/AAAAAAAAAc4/w_WTRwnPhoA/s320/DSC04879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419945235336749186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeDdw2444I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GAlXkcc2NPE/s1600-h/DSC04880.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeDdw2444I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GAlXkcc2NPE/s320/DSC04880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419945223918248834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">MERRY CHRISTMAS </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">EVERYBODY!</span></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>And this is no doubt one of my merriest Christmases in eighteen years!</div><div>because me and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Kim</span> got to spend the whole day together at our good ol' Sunway Carn mall!</div><div>PS: If anyone is near penang at the moment I highly recommend you visit there! Great decorations and you might get to catch a full day of performances such as caroling, magic and solos live on stage! As well as some "<i>snow</i>" :) Overall, Sunway makes for the perfect couple hang out spot for those of you who are in the mood to share some Christmas warmth with your loved one!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeCXLU1sYI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3ktslXo2e0M/s320/DSC04900.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What Christmas would be complete without a Christmas carol? Got Hokien song too wei!!! </span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeCX1dKOxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/NBbUvhF5-Rg/s1600-h/DSC04896.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeCX1dKOxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/NBbUvhF5-Rg/s320/DSC04896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419944022561667858" border="0" /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeCXsx7rDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/kzpvdOlRD0A/s1600-h/DSC04897.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeCXsx7rDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/kzpvdOlRD0A/s320/DSC04897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419944020232875058" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Nope, thats not dandruff on our heads...those white little fluffs are bubbly snow~~</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><br /></span></div><div>To brighten things up a notch, we watched Alvin and the Chipmunks (and chippettes) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Szd6jogxpYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/g2LZHDPNG6s/s320/Chipmunks2squeakuel.jpg" /></div><div>A surprisingly kiddy show that manage to make me go <i>awwww </i>and <i>googoo</i> over it lol! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Theodore</span> is just so cute! XD</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh yeah and she gave me this really really awesome and cute and cuddly hand made pillow which she made herself as a christmas present!!! OMGosh I'm so in love with it right now! It looked awfully difficult to make lol... I know my present can never match the one she gave me :( but I hope you do like it :D</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeDdVZHcyI/AAAAAAAAAco/y0eGpt80v5Y/s1600-h/DSC04873.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeDdVZHcyI/AAAAAAAAAco/y0eGpt80v5Y/s320/DSC04873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419945216545616674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeDdN0fxMI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KQpUxn5EI9I/s1600-h/DSC04874.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeDdN0fxMI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KQpUxn5EI9I/s320/DSC04874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419945214512972994" border="0" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ps: Kim you HAVE TO update those pics for me! plz plz plz!!! I want people to see! :D</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh you did it! Thx!</span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeCWaii-lI/AAAAAAAAAb4/TEpw-MW22MM/s1600-h/DSC04909.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"></span></b></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeCWmQNluI/AAAAAAAAAcA/T5ZUPtukg48/s1600-h/DSC04908.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeCWmQNluI/AAAAAAAAAcA/T5ZUPtukg48/s320/DSC04908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419944001300960994" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeCWaii-lI/AAAAAAAAAb4/TEpw-MW22MM/s1600-h/DSC04909.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzeCWaii-lI/AAAAAAAAAb4/TEpw-MW22MM/s320/DSC04909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419943998156634706" border="0" /></a></span></b></span></div><div>Erm...Oh yeah guess what Christmas turkey dinner we had? Rasamas percik half chicken lol...Which wasn't so bad actually...affordable and better than chicken rice shop in my opinion :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway I'm really looking forward to our next date and Christmas together...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss you so <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">mu</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">uu</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">uuu</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">chh</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">hie</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">eee</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"> :(:(:(<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">photographing is under charged by kim =D</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">hope you like it dear <3</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCFF;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">Captions by Gid </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">Love it darrr.. XD</span></span></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6399054303567677186?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-9101138377598301082009-12-20T21:02:00.007+08:002009-12-20T22:38:25.367+08:00Avatar vs. Princess XD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sy4sap5qQDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/me911q4ln9c/s1600-h/200px-Frog_official_poster_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sy4sap5qQDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/me911q4ln9c/s320/200px-Frog_official_poster_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417316238209204274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And the winner is... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">AVATAR!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>No offense to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Princess</span> fans out there.. but just incase, I'l give some credit to Princess by saying its not a bad family show :)</div><div>Well I won't call it a<i> bad </i>show for other movie goers if your looking a a typical happy ending Disney cartoon <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">( except for one firefly)</span></span>. But to me it was too much song and dance and merry making, plot dragging scenes. Maybe that's what all children's movies are suppose to look like nowadays, but I guess I've grown out of it :( </div><div>It may be a fascinating fact for some of you that I <i><b>HAVE</b></i> actually reached puberty? </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, defamation isn't my <i>forte</i>, so lets just move on to Avatar. Here are some posters and pictures which i think portray parts of the plot best. </div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sy4puPb7eiI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8bLjPxsUK3I/s320/Avatar+1.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sy4qHqLUxSI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dRYqSBsgyuU/s320/avatar+4.jpg" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Jake Sully "driving" his Avatar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He embodies an alien native from the planet Pandora in hopes of learning from the native alien race - the Na'Vi, while carrying out his actual mission of evacuating them from an impending doom brought forth by an even deadlier alien race from Earth - the Humans. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sy4pNneInaI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/EZ7krd_SJOQ/s320/avatar+7.jpg" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"> He befriends a Na'Vi-Neytiri, who teaches him their way of life on this strange planet where one and <i>everything</i> is connected in an intricate "network" of life energy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sy4pMx9ezdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/22vCJ-ngZtg/s320/avatar+3.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sy4pN0jYxmI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MK_d8V1hH5Q/s320/avatar+2.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They fall in love.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Conflict - Humans destroy the Na'Vi village in search of the precious metal- "unobtanium". Jake Sully is now faced with the dilemma of choosing sides. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Problem - He has 2 bodies but only can only control one at a time. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He struggles to find where his heart truly lies. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">With the Na'Vi! XD</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sy4pmKUM0NI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rDpobbLf0NU/s320/avatar+5.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Ikrans</i> fighting the human invaders.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sy4pl6ZZcHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/1rnlEE6K3M4/s1600-h/avatar+9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 68px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sy4pl6ZZcHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/1rnlEE6K3M4/s320/avatar+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417313133080965234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Neytiri charging into battle.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sy4plOt3B7I/AAAAAAAAAao/sMKFc-9Pqeg/s1600-h/avatar+8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 57px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sy4plOt3B7I/AAAAAAAAAao/sMKFc-9Pqeg/s320/avatar+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417313121355630514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Storm the front!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sy4pk3pE0FI/AAAAAAAAAag/UPsxsi0Vy9g/s1600-h/avatar+6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 76px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sy4pk3pE0FI/AAAAAAAAAag/UPsxsi0Vy9g/s320/avatar+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417313115161546834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Final battle between Neytiri, Jake, and the evil human commander. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay thats it for spoilers from me! XD</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you are a fan of alien+sci-fi+fantasy+romance+tree huggers,</div><div style="text-align: center;">by all means, </div><div style="text-align: center;">WATCH THE DAMN MOVIE!</div><div style="text-align: center;">--------------------------------------------------------</div><div style="text-align: left;">Haha...</div><div style="text-align: left;">So anyway, both movies were made special since this was actually our 9th date...</div><div style="text-align: left;">Except for the complete LACK of privacy XD</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sadly, time was also an issue... as well as my nagging hunger...</div><div style="text-align: left;">We parted pretty quickly, and frustratingly too...</div><div style="text-align: left;">but anyway not without grabbing a chance to snap a few pics in a camwhore box! XP</div><div style="text-align: left;">I guess this is where I leave my blog for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Kim</span> to do her thing :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Come on babeh!!! XD</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-910113837759830108?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-44233320725441268022009-12-16T11:43:00.010+08:002009-12-22T21:17:42.544+08:00Back from Frazer's Hill ; off to Penang! XD* these are 2 more pictures dug out from my sister's phone from the camp-Edited 22 december 2009.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzDGApu1D2I/AAAAAAAAAbo/rW1FhcnBuTA/s1600-h/me+n+bro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzDGApu1D2I/AAAAAAAAAbo/rW1FhcnBuTA/s320/me+n+bro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418048066231275362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sis and Me. Who thinner? XD</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzDGATBj2BI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tEhwNFA-gTk/s1600-h/bro+n+frenz.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SzDGATBj2BI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tEhwNFA-gTk/s320/bro+n+frenz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418048060135823378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;">Alvin</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Me</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">Yapwin</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Jian</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Wei Ping</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">--------------------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>So....Classical Guitar Camp was <i>boring</i>.....<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">NOT! xD</span></b></div><div>Who ever thought a camp that revolved around hugging wooden guitars and plucking nylon strings could be so damn fun? Fun would be an understatement...IT WAS AWESOME!!!!</div><div>So awesome I have to say it again!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A.W.E.S.O.M.E !!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">On to the pictures!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">FYI, none of these pictures are taken by me (because my camera phone was stolen on 29th June-.-'), they are all courtesy of my sissy-Lydia.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Let me give you a brief sketch of what the program list looked like. So the pictures might have an easier job of illustrating them :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>DAY ONE:</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Registration</div><div style="text-align: left;">Welcoming speech/ briefing by President (MR. Simon Cheong)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Lunch<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">all meals are buffets! awesome!!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ice breaking <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">lol -.-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Masterclass 1 ( beginner &amp; intermediate groups by <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Nutavut Ratanakarn</span> ; Advanced group by <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Adam Khan</span>) </div><div style="text-align: left;">Tea break <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">cookies!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ensemble practice</div><div style="text-align: left;">free time <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">sms~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dinner!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><b>Nutavut Ratanakarn's</b> Recital</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Goodnight! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">sms~call her~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>DAY TWO:</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Breakfast</div><div style="text-align: left;">Masterclass 2 (Advanced by <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Nutavut</span>; Beginner &amp; intermediate by <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Adam</span>)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Photo session</div><div style="text-align: left;">Workshop 1- Mr. Simon Cheong - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">stage presence &amp; conduct</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Lunch</div><div style="text-align: left;">Campers Solo Performance</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tea</div><div style="text-align: left;">Workshop 2 - Leong Yee Hoo - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">The Four Elements of Music.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ensemble Practice</div><div style="text-align: left;">Free time <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">sms~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dinner</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><i>His Majesty Prince </i><b>Adam Khan's</b> Recital</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Goodnight! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I saw a meteor that night! :) make a wish! TELL HER ABOUT IT!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>DAY THREE:</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Breakfast</div><div style="text-align: left;">Campers Ensemble Performance</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tea</div><div style="text-align: left;">Lucky Draw -<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Some got expensive strings, T shirts, guitar tuners, cool bags, caps, and even a FREE GUITAR for grand prize! I got a tiny lil purple pouch -.-!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Closing ceremony </div><div style="text-align: left;">Packing up</div><div style="text-align: left;">Lunch</div><div style="text-align: left;">Check out</div><div style="text-align: left;">Bus Boarding <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">waiting for the mountain pass gates to open</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Goodbye :(</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">HONEY I'M HOME!!! :D</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay finally, To the pictures!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhceMmZB1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kg1ydjQJHKE/s1600-h/10348.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhceMmZB1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kg1ydjQJHKE/s320/10348.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415680225761101650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Getting to know each other at the lobby, though I wasn't a complete stranger there, met up many of my guitar ensemble buddies from years past. (the kid's name is<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;"> Alvin</span>...youngest in the camp and can be a public nuisance sometimes XD)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhcBBIZFkI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ZgTrotebx88/s1600-h/10349.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhcBBIZFkI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ZgTrotebx88/s320/10349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415679724466280002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Checking in~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhcA1oTyRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/IubS1dTspLs/s1600-h/10350.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhcA1oTyRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/IubS1dTspLs/s320/10350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415679721378924818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Briefing by President of Classical Guitar Society- Mr.Simon Cheong</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhcAr0HuBI/AAAAAAAAAZg/BMEfhjC-_f0/s1600-h/10351.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhcAr0HuBI/AAAAAAAAAZg/BMEfhjC-_f0/s320/10351.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415679718744111122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lunch!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhcAJE8f5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/Moxe68bT1lw/s1600-h/10352.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhcAJE8f5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/Moxe68bT1lw/s320/10352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415679709419437970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Icebreaking! Can you pick up a pingpong ball with chopsticks? XD!!!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syhb_2i4nkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/K-GJ203M-4k/s1600-h/10353.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syhb_2i4nkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/K-GJ203M-4k/s320/10353.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415679704444739138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Balloon Frenzy~</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syhbf_dYCMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ybpPLEL1PIM/s1600-h/10355.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syhbf_dYCMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ybpPLEL1PIM/s320/10355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415679157081737410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Master class 1 </div><div style="text-align: center;">Some pics from the advanced category.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The master himself is none other than His Majesty the Prince of Pakistan-<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> Adam Khan</span>.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syhbfax0LxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tK47p5_WafQ/s1600-h/10356.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syhbfax0LxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tK47p5_WafQ/s320/10356.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415679147235356434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhbfKFNtEI/AAAAAAAAAY4/eNKJI2qmB4o/s1600-h/10357.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhbfKFNtEI/AAAAAAAAAY4/eNKJI2qmB4o/s320/10357.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415679142753317954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Nutavut Ratanakarn</span> - an international guitarist in Thailand, takes the stage by storm.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syhbe5vszwI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Xcki1Phe8eo/s1600-h/10357.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syhbe5vszwI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Xcki1Phe8eo/s320/10357.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415679138368114434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhbeqmX8SI/AAAAAAAAAYo/J_f7RbQMbUI/s1600-h/10359.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhbeqmX8SI/AAAAAAAAAYo/J_f7RbQMbUI/s320/10359.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415679134302466338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">What you're looking at is a Rm 30K guitar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The guy wasn't using any microphones or amplifiers and the whole hall could hear him. </div><div style="text-align: center;">:)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhbKBrYHnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Riy8eQ3mWfc/s1600-h/10360.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhbKBrYHnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Riy8eQ3mWfc/s320/10360.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415678779720212082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Will upload his videos later. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhbJ9pEJMI/AAAAAAAAAYY/5KzSEjaefHQ/s1600-h/10365.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhbJ9pEJMI/AAAAAAAAAYY/5KzSEjaefHQ/s320/10365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415678778636772546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Another sneak peak at the advanced group master class the next day.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhbJVFPkUI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0JK9BhuMWAg/s1600-h/10366.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhbJVFPkUI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0JK9BhuMWAg/s320/10366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415678767749108034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Campers solo performance! Feat. Gideon Lim! Me!!! woots!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhbIq2QpDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/WJ8fu3HoTak/s1600-h/10367.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhbIq2QpDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/WJ8fu3HoTak/s320/10367.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415678756411974706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Okay...overall, not a bad performance, but neither what I would call a good one.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mistakes were rampant XD</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhbIRAtwlI/AAAAAAAAAYA/8uRXzLvQauA/s1600-h/10368.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhbIRAtwlI/AAAAAAAAAYA/8uRXzLvQauA/s320/10368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415678749476504146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jor...my sis dunno how to change angle kah? o.0</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syha0g_uywI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sjSzUpTkgfA/s1600-h/10369.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syha0g_uywI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sjSzUpTkgfA/s320/10369.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415678410169961218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Damn...I look good XD</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syha0cPrinI/AAAAAAAAAXw/3VYnYHC6o5M/s1600-h/10371.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syha0cPrinI/AAAAAAAAAXw/3VYnYHC6o5M/s320/10371.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415678408894679666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Erm...tea time? Must be a random pic.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syhaz9KmqII/AAAAAAAAAXo/wIl4gX5IEPY/s1600-h/10372.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syhaz9KmqII/AAAAAAAAAXo/wIl4gX5IEPY/s320/10372.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415678400551889026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Adam Khan!!!</span> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syhazqu1BLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/84oj8VxKfXg/s1600-h/10373.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Syhazqu1BLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/84oj8VxKfXg/s320/10373.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415678395603551410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhazUQgHPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bYUupRR-4Yo/s1600-h/10374.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyhazUQgHPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bYUupRR-4Yo/s320/10374.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415678389570772210" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Waiting for ensemble performance? Yet another random pic lol...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well that's it for now. I'll be back with a second picture &amp; video post when the official site has released them. For now my blog will have to make to with these. Ciao!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-4423332072544126802?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-77381495337895145052009-12-10T21:07:00.002+08:002009-12-10T21:45:01.211+08:00Guitar Camp!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyDzDSPVw6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/YJ7N9KtPkVU/s1600-h/camp2009+poster+LKS.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SyDzDSPVw6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/YJ7N9KtPkVU/s320/camp2009+poster+LKS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413593989860672418" /></a><br /><div>wheee! I shall be attending a classical guitar camp at <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">Frazer's Hill </span></i>from tomorrow till Sunday! Okay...so maybe this isn't camp rock and roll...but it certainly is gonna be fun and games and music! :D</div><div><br /></div><div>This is my first music camp and I'm so psyched!!! Maybe because I'm getting another rare opportunity to perform solo on stage?(3 infact) And yes! Catch up with some of my old ensemble buddays! Oh and my sis is coming along with me too... guitar enthusiasm runs in the family XD</div><div><br /></div><div>Guess I'll make a quickie check list for myself before I depart tomorrow morning. Hmmm lets see...</div><div>Guitar - check/</div><div>footstool - check /</div><div>music stand - check /</div><div>sheet music - check /</div><div>tuner - check /</div><div>phone charger - check /</div><div>6 sets of clothing for 3 days - check /</div><div>PJs - check /</div><div>performance suit - check /</div><div>towel - check /</div><div>shower stuff - check/</div><div>hotel shampoo+bath gel - check /</div><div>toothbrush - no, wait, I'll be brushing later right? xD</div><div><br /></div><div>Kk...I guess thats all for now? Gtg soon. Dad making alot of bugger noises to turn of the computer although its only 9:30 :) </div><div>Chill dude... Its just life under the roof of a control freak. </div><div>Good to know the only reason why he's control you more and more is because he's losing control :)</div><div><br /></div><div>And thats one thing I won't bring up to the mountain XD</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Oh...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">one more thing left to bring...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">my honey dear thats always in my heart no matter where I go...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"><3</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-7738149533789514505?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-33603936903546202502009-12-08T20:39:00.004+08:002009-12-08T21:47:36.190+08:00Putera Concert!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sx5OueNYrEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Va6T-JSTj24/s1600-h/Putera+poster+for+web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sx5OueNYrEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Va6T-JSTj24/s320/Putera+poster+for+web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412850362436070466" /></a><br /><div>Hooray!!! I'll be attending the long awaited <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;"><i>Putera Concert</i></span> tomorrow night at the Malaysian Tourism Centre-walking distance from KLCC and a familiar haunt for any of the nation's classical guitar enthusiasts! </div><div><br /></div><div>Heard from my master that the Princess of <i>Negeri Sembilan </i>will be attending it too! Which means us-the audience probably has to dress up formal for it? Anyway me and my sis won't be taking chances to stick out like a sore thumb amongst the VIPs...looks like I'll have to dress up formal for tomorrow's Contract class lol... not expecting any kind comments XD</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay...</div><div><br /></div><div>On another note, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(yet another musical one)</span></i> </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">T</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">p</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">f</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">G</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">v</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">2</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">0</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">0</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">9</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">v</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">f</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">b</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">p</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">d</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.cgs.net.my/">o</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.cgs.net.my/">f</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.cgs.net.my/">f</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.cgs.net.my/">i</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.cgs.net.my/">c</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.cgs.net.my/">i</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.cgs.net.my/">a</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.cgs.net.my/">l</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.cgs.net.my/"> </a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.cgs.net.my/">s</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.cgs.net.my/">i</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.cgs.net.my/">t</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.cgs.net.my/">e</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>In stark contrast to my previous ensembles, this year's guitar ensemble family extended itself to a <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">whopping</span></b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">15 members</span>!! with an age bracket that ranged from the youngest-9 year old cute dota whiz kid, to a respected 20 year old college student! No debate this time over the few old style ensemble names...a unanimous decision was made to name ourselves- <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"><i>Dandelion</i></span>. With this year's program list of ours consisting of 4 easy-to-play nursery pieces. Overall good team playing by all of us, especially the younger ones, but yes once again there is always margin for improvement in terms of coordination. Communication is the key. After all, we are a large family :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Enough talk! Pictures pluck a thousand notes!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sx5Ota_CIsI/AAAAAAAAAVY/sLzvTzscokw/s320/GA09+1j+1-28.jpg" /><br />Us! Rehearsing on stage infront of the other performers of the evening...</div><div>Caught me, but bad angle XD</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sx5Ot2kIQxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BUKBMX2PyUM/s320/GA09+3h+IMG_8690.jpg" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;">Dandelion!</span> Spot me? :)</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sx5OuKw4mTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Rvk1zLBQs6M/s1600-h/Ga09+3i+Picture+067.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sx5OuKw4mTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Rvk1zLBQs6M/s320/Ga09+3i+Picture+067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412850357216254258" /></a>Curtain calls~ take a bow!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sx5Otg6HxVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D32klFhZg_E/s1600-h/Ga09+3g+IMG_8682.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sx5Otg6HxVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D32klFhZg_E/s320/Ga09+3g+IMG_8682.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412850345980708178" /></a>I love this angle XDD!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Well no roses and no encores this time round :(</div><div>Nonetheless another eye opening (lucky not ear splitting) hands-on experience with classical guitar stage arts! So ends another fruitful year of practicing and thus beginning another cycle of sowing the seeds of melody into the hearts and minds of the crowd with our beloved instrument!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">Quote of the day:</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Life is full of ups and downs.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">But without them, would you want to live?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">I guess the same applies for love...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;">:)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tudos~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><3</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-3360393690354620250?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-45057522878558023552009-12-03T10:22:00.003+08:002009-12-03T11:28:25.206+08:00when Sorry isn't enough.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not a perfect person</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); ">There's many things I wish I didn't do</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); ">But I continue learning</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><div style="text-align: center;">I never meant to do those things to you</div><div style="text-align: center;">And so I have to say before I go</div><div style="text-align: center;">That I just want you to know</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I've found a reason for me</div><div style="text-align: center;">To change who I used to be</div><div style="text-align: center;">A reason to start over new</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the reason is you</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm sorry that I hurt you</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's something I must live with every day</div><div style="text-align: center;">And all the pain I put you through</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wish that I could take it all away</div><div style="text-align: center;">And be the one who catches all your tears</div><div style="text-align: center;">That's why I need you to hear</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I've found a reason for me</div><div style="text-align: center;">To change who I used to be</div><div style="text-align: center;">A reason to start over new</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the reason is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">you</span> </div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9rWfeXMBoI4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9rWfeXMBoI4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Maybe you won't see this part...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">but I have to tell you</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">that you are always in my heart</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I swear its true.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I never meant to hurt you</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">to make your heart bleed for my wounds</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I cannot forgive myself </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">f</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">o</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">r my mistakes</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">the promise that I broke blindly</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">and the heart that broke with it</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#336666;">please give me a chance to change who I used to be and start over new...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#336666;">or at least say...I'm sorry.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-4505752287855802355?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-39123507103483639132009-11-28T10:38:00.012+08:002009-11-30T19:09:39.535+08:00Happy 6 months anniversary!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxOnYKjLI6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PlBvgRsrdwg/s1600/the+cakessd.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxOnYKjLI6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PlBvgRsrdwg/s320/the+cakessd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409851610992681890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">The cake </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">xD</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxOnXmVaooI/AAAAAAAAAVI/MnXBUm575SQ/s1600/DSC04109.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxOnXmVaooI/AAAAAAAAAVI/MnXBUm575SQ/s320/DSC04109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409851601271300738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxOnW74nvuI/AAAAAAAAAVA/A3yIi1L4EVo/s1600/DSC04118.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxOnW74nvuI/AAAAAAAAAVA/A3yIi1L4EVo/s320/DSC04118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409851589876236002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxOm4omVvMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/vNoENscSQIQ/s1600/DSC04110.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxOm4omVvMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/vNoENscSQIQ/s320/DSC04110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409851069303209154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I don't know whether to cry at this because its ONLY been half a year...</span></div><i>or shout out loud "OMG CAN YOU BELIEVE ITS BEEN HALF A YEAR ALREADY!"</i><br /><br /><br />The last time I felt this way was at our 100th day milestone.. though perhaps not as exaggerated..<br /><br /><br />So we spent our One Hundredth and Eighty Second day at our familiar haunt again- Sunway Carnival Mall.<br /><br /><br />First thing first! Movie time! Arrived there just in time to catch Ninja Assasin!<br />Another movie spamming copious amounts of blood and gore and flying body parts while featuring wet suit clad Korean movie stars who seem impervious to MP5 bullets. I have to say I actually liked the movie much more before I watched it, simply because of the kick-ass trailer and the prospect of watching Rain play his role as <i>Prince of Persia</i> Korean style~<br /><br /><br />But okay... maybe I admit I was just uninterested in the movie because me and Kim were stealing the limelight in the cinema? You expect nothing less from 2 love birds in a couple seat in a <i>veddy veddy </i>cosy cinema :)<br /><br /><br />Thats right~ despite being the second day of its release, the cinema was almost empty. I think either New Moon or Mulan must have stolen a good deal of movie goers for being released on the same day as well lol? Blah...anyway couples can't complain about privacy can they? XD<br /><br /><br />Here are some pics of the movie:<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxDMf12z-9I/AAAAAAAAATw/tEbv9DMJxpM/s320/MV5BMTcxNDYzMjU1Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTYzOTM3Mg%40%40._V1._SX95_SY140_.jpg" /><br />Raizo the rouge Ninja Assasin! played by Rain~<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxDMguPSXSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ATGWj62Z27w/s320/MV5BMTEwNzQ2MDM3MjReQTJeQWpwZ15BbWU3MDIzNzY4OTI%40._V1._CR551,0,806,806_SS100_.jpg" /><br />That's his famous chain+blade weapon thingy. Niched for decapitating and slicing open your belly.<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxDMgwdb_BI/AAAAAAAAAUA/G8MiHtK_hL4/s320/MV5BMTU0MDA0MTk5M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzQzNjk3MQ%40%40._V1._CR100,0,399,399_SS100_.jpg" /><br />Familiar? Its the Prince of Persia! LOL!<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxDOb8jBuWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8aj40WIWFlQ/s320/images.jpg" /><br />See? XD<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxDMhMaFgbI/AAAAAAAAAUI/QCeXKzIKKkI/s320/MV5BMTMyOTAwMjAyMl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTg1MTc3Mg%40%40._V1._CR344,0,1360,1360_SS100_.jpg" /><br />RAWR~~~~<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Okay so back to the date! And after the movie~<br />Went to Amp Square again! yay!<br />I wasn't completely unprepared this time...Kim made sure I learned how to sing a few couple chinese songs (or rather scream them) beforehand. I loved every second of the 3 hours we spent in our own lil K box.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Yes every second! <3</span></span> <div><br /></div><div>Picked up how to sing on my favorite chinese songs there actually. One which I didn't know what the name was but craved so badly. Typical banana I guess? </div><div>Actually the name was<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">梁山伯与茱丽叶</span>...haha.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms',serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">lol wait...my font just changed after pasting the chinese words above wth...? oh well I'll just finish up this post like this then :D</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms',serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms',serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Also I did manage to catch up with one of my old time favorites too...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms',serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Its called <i>The Prayer </i>, yet another beautiful Disney song which outlives the cartoon itself.. which in this case was <i>Quest For Camelot</i>. Long enough to be my current song craze XD!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms',serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms',serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Here it is...Sung by <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Celine Dion</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">and</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Andrea Bocelli</span>.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms',serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">(Italian to English Translation courtesy of Gideon)</span></span></span></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:11px;" ><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zvKXaOVASs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zvKXaOVASs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:small;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">I pray you'll be our eyes</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:11px;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">And watch us where we go<br />And help us to be wise<br />In times when we don't know</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Let this be our prayer<br />As we go our way<br />Lead us to a place<br />Guide us with your grace<br />To a place where we'll be safe</span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:11px;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">La luce che to dai</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">I pray we'll find your light</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Nel cuore restero</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">And hold it in our hearts</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">A ricordarchi che</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">When stars go out each night</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">L'eterna stella sei</span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:11px;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Nella mia preghiera</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Let this be our prayer</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Quanta fede c�e</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">When shadows fill our day</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Lead us to a place<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Guide us with your grace</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Give us faith so we'll be safe.</span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:11px;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Sognamo un mondo senza piu violenza <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">(we dream a world without violence)</span></span><br />Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> (a world of justice and hope)</span></span><br />Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">(everyone give a hand to his neighbour)</span></span><br />Simbolo di pace e di fraternita <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">(symbol of peace and brotherhood)</span></span></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">La forza che ci dai <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">(the force that gives us)</span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">We ask that life be kind</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">E'il desiderio che <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">(it is the desire)</span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">And watch us from above</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Ognuno trovi amore <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">(that everyone finds love) </span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">We hope each soul will find</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Intorno e dentro a se <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">(around and within a soul)</span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Another soul to love</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Let this be our prayer</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Let this be our prayer</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Just like every child</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Just like every child</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><br />Needs to find a place,<br />Guide us with your grace<br />Give us faith so we'll be safe</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">E la fede che <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(and the faith)</span></span><br />Hai acceso in noi <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(you gave us)</span></span><br />Sento che ci salvera.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(I feel that will save us)</span></span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-----------------------------------------------------</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Before leaving the K, we cut our so called half year anniversary cake.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Took some pictures...</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Made a wish...shhhhhhhhhh =X</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Blew the candle...</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:small;" >And with that, we concluded our time at Amp Square...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As the day drew to a close, we spent out remaining time eating some hot rods at KFC...</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and shared a few joyous and tearful moments in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Living Cabin </span>gift store before finally saying goodbye...again...</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">sigh...</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Does this date conclude yet another magical holiday season I have here up north? I hope not...perhaps I would see her again during Christmas if I'm lucky.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Anywayz...its an extremely hot day and I feel the need to jump into the shower!</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I shall now hand over this post to <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Kim</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> for picture updates :)</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ciao now!</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Wu<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">vv<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">v</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">vv</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">eeu</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">uu</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">uu</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><3<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">picture editor <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Kim</span> ♥</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-3912350710348363913?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-86268748589454479742009-11-22T00:26:00.006+08:002009-11-28T17:54:29.347+08:006!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxDvtz0vkWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/O_cp6xXlrP4/s1600/wiiiii%7E.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxDvtz0vkWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/O_cp6xXlrP4/s320/wiiiii%7E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409086722756546914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxDvuo4nU9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/gI8f3GM7HLM/s1600/DSC04099--.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxDvuo4nU9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/gI8f3GM7HLM/s320/DSC04099--.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409086736999863250" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxDxRbTFvYI/AAAAAAAAAUw/uReoHb5bLx4/s1600/DSC04107.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SxDxRbTFvYI/AAAAAAAAAUw/uReoHb5bLx4/s320/DSC04107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409088434159861122" border="0" /></a><div>Hi guyz...time for a slightly backdated date post :D </div><div>so I'll get this over in a jiffy!</div><div><br /></div>Its our sxth outing and we chose to spend it at Pacific once again XD<div><div>odd location given the obvious criticism I made last post? Don't ask why...</div><div><br /></div><div>that day's activities go as follows lo...</div><div><br /></div><div>go hang out in parkson awhile...your typical <i>lepaking</i> xD</div><div>because shopping not really on the agenda lol...=X</div><div><br /></div><div>then we watched A Christmas Carol!</div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sw_YPejFhZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TkQMeQGO8t8/s320/MV5BMTM1MTI5ODU4MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNTYyNTU4Mg%40%40._V1._SX95_SY140_.jpg" /></div><div>A story I always loved as a kid. But the movie was abit of a let down...guess because I was expecting it to be 3D...too bad PCF cinema didn't give 3D sun glases :(</div><div><br /></div><div>Was even expecting a twist to the tale lol... but the story didn't differ much from Charles Dick's original...that is basically talking about how the stingy Ebeneezer Scrooge>>></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sw_YPoJYvMI/AAAAAAAAATY/S8NC9ZPuNbM/s320/MV5BMTc1NzgwODE3Nl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNjA4NzM4Mg%40%40._V1._CR387,0,1274,1274_SS90_.jpg" /></div><div>meeting 3 ghosts and miraculously transforming into Mr.Niceguy just in time for Christmas! :)>>> </div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sw_YP4jyj5I/AAAAAAAAATg/Fy_ILlvY9eM/s320/MV5BMTkwMzI4Mjk3MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNTc5NDQ5Mg%40%40._V1._CR592,0,864,864_SS90_.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Coming out of the cinema, looking at her watch, realised we still had 2 more hours together...</div><div>Deciding how to spend those last few minutes wasn't hard...rather the decision was made almost empathically...</div><div>That is....</div><div><br /></div><div>Go for another movie LOL!</div><div>So we watched Astro Boy.</div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sw_YQQRvzJI/AAAAAAAAATo/95cRwropAx0/s320/image.jpg" /></div><div>another cartoon which happy endings were expected...thus making it a perfect way to end another day together...yay :D</div><div><br /></div><div>Well...thats it for my short post for yet another movie-date-athon!</div><div>I'll leave the picture editing to my dear beloved Kim <3</div><div><br /></div><div>Brb with another date post soon! ciao all~</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; "><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; ">photo editor</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">kim </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" id="profile_status"><span id="status_text">♥</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"></span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-8626874858945447974?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-51373384786522765422009-11-15T23:38:00.008+08:002009-11-22T13:32:54.688+08:00Jusco and Pacific! Just terrific! xD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SwjM4k2Y9VI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZeIydVZzhLE/s1600/v3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SwjM4k2Y9VI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZeIydVZzhLE/s320/v3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406796624994825554" border="0" /></a><br />Its <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">our</span> fifth date and I SWORE I am NOT going to spend it at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Sunway carnival</span>!<div><br /></div><div>So we pre-decided to take our little secret to<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Pacific</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> </span>mall (better known as the "megamall" up north) this time.. </div><div><br /></div><div>few things I learnt from going there early...</div><div>1. DON'T. Because the place is pretty rundown at some parts even on sundays! Dark corners everywhere! Spooky @.@! Also there are no mobile booths to top-up at too...</div><div>2. Make sure your date is fully awake before asking them out LOL! Or else you'll have to camp alone outside the cinema where it's almost pitch black @.@!!</div><div>3. Make sure you know your rendezvous point before wandering the mall alone. Especially since the "megamall" has NO LIFTS LOL! A long-winding-wooden-spiral stair in the middle of the mall was the best way to travel from one floor to another. All four floors! XD</div><div>4. Don't prepare a surprise point. She never fails to foil them and surprise me instead LOL! example: stalking my movements up the stairway. xD</div><div><br /></div><div>Well overall... besides the fact the cinema has comfy and cosy couple seats... its a rather dull place to take your date out to? </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh yeah! We watched 2012... pretty awesome show with a few cool computer graphic scenes here and there...storyline wise was okay I guess? your typical dooms day show plots and themes all along the way..or maybe I wasn't paying too much attention to the movie.. thats normal for me when we hang out XD</div><div><br /></div><div>But guyz, don't let me discourage you... had no regrets watching the end of the world...seriously...3 more years to live peoples!!! DONT MISS ANY MOVIE NO MATTER HOW SUCKY IT IS LAHHH!?!?!? xDDD</div><div><br /></div><div>Bah well...thank God we didn't have to wait another 170 days (or the 3 years) to switch to another mall...a MUCH BETTER ONE too! Took a 10 minute bus ride and...HElloooo <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Aeon Jusco Prai City</span>!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Its a place where of you<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Klangians </span>(like me) would feel right at home up north...besides looking 80-90% like the familiar <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Bukit Tinggi AJ</span>, it houses about the same shops too...from Subzero to Secret Recipe and ofcourse...Jusco duhhhh -.-</div><div>A stark contrast to the dark and dingy <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Pacific</span>...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">A.J.P.C.</span> is a must go for all shopaholics and spendalotholics...as for me...was content on getting a new pair of shoes there for RM50... good deal :)</div><div>Note to self* Don't buy anymore shoes without Kim's consent...especially if they happen to be black! xD </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh yeah...we had tunch (tea and lunch) at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Black Canyon</span>... over confidence lead to over spending on a RM 60 meal there..wheeeeeee.....Almost didn't have enough money to walk out of there without washing their dishes tim...wahahah... or making her slap me...huhuhu @.@!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hmmm... spent our digesting time mostly patrolling jusco and avoid being spotted by each other's in-laws..LOL! shhhhhhhhhhh =x</div><div>Remind me to work another 9 days before I can afford a diamond ring! xP</div><div><br /></div><div>Wokie I guess thats all for yet another update on my date! Kay ciaozz peoplesss....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I LOVE YOUUUU HONEYYYY.........</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">BUBUBU~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">HAHAHAHA...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><3</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">photo added plus edited by kim <3</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-5137338478652276542?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-18952155892852598402009-11-12T16:49:00.005+08:002009-11-12T17:54:04.257+08:00CAMBRIGE A-S-Level EXAM IS OVER!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">WOOOHOOO! Finally I can spend my days in ways other than spilling my brains over law, economics and business books...or is it spilling their contents into my brain? o.0 Bahhh...Either way is bad for health XD</div><div><br /></div><div>So yesterday was my last paper...Economics paper 1...relatively simple objective paper of 30 questions... such an anti-climax to the exam spree...tsk tsk tsk...</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway I'm glad its done and over with..and so begins another little self-declared holiday of mine...and what better way to spend it than with my her? Will be seeing her this sunday if all goes well I guess. God speed! I can't wait to see <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">her </span>again...its been well over 2 months since I we last saw each other and a little something inside me is just dying to feel her warmth embraced in mine...</div><div>Only time will measure the incomprehensible length of our longing for each other. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">See you soon honey..</span>.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><3</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Well...I bid farewell (for now) to my other commitments as I embark on yet another expedition of adventures with my love. Will be leaving tomorrow at noon. Sooner to break free of those chains, the better :)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">[LOTHAR]ians</span>, Hold your positions! </div><div>I have not abandoned you! Infact I look forward to reorganising the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">[LOTHAR] </span>blog due to the sudden increase in clan name publicity and requests to join our clan. Also since I am unable to play during the 3 weeks while I'm gone, it is only fair that I contribute in what way I can by ensuring<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> [LOTHAR] </span>is still a strong (if not now stronger) force to be reckoned with. Especially the pressing possibility of yet another war with the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Novas.</span> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">[LOTHAR]KilY</span>, later delegate some power to me to maintain blog yeah :D</div><div><br /></div><div>As for my musical side... looks like I'll be bringing this ol' buddy along to Penang after all. The coming <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">GuitarCamp-Frazer's Hill 2009 </span>requires that I give a little solo performance during camp this December.. which, somehow gives me the feeling that this little vacation might not be much a holiday after all, as I have only 3 weeks to practice practice practice!</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh yes, and before I forget, I'd like to invite all who are fans of the classical guitar to the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Putera Concert</span> this December 9th at the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Malaysian Tourism centre.</span> Ticket prices are RM80 a seat, discounted to RM 50 if you wish to book more than 2 seats. It's a concert by 3 international guitarists and a rare chance to watch the pros in action! Check out the poster!</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SvvXskoV3iI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6UhnYhtjUdw/s320/Putera+poster+for+web.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Click on the <a href="http://cgs.net.my/">this link</a> to find out more :)</div><div><br /></div><div>For all my guitar buddies who <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">ARE</span> going to camp. Please be sure to get your tickets for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">FREE</span> and don't be shy to ask our sifu about it! XD</div><div><br /></div><div>Right....</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess that's all for my sudden revival post. </div><div>Stay tuned for more stories from up north to come!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-1895215589285259840?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-5237182961607677512009-09-06T12:11:00.005+08:002009-09-07T10:16:50.570+08:00HaPpY 100th DaY aNniVeRsAry!!!<div style="text-align: center;">Its amazing how time flies...</div><div><br /></div><div>In a twinkle of an eye *pooof!* a hundred days have flown by since that fateful day when I held her hand in mine and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">she</span> nodded to me and said "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">en</span>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Looking back at our past days have always given me great joy. Remembering all the times when we talked, laughed together, cried together and the rare moments we held tightly in each others arms...It always makes me feel lucky to think that I've shared so many hours, days (and nights), weeks and months-hopefully years- with someone whom I truly love and cherish, knowing that she feels the same way too. Just thinking of that itself, makes me smile :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I do not deny that a hundred days may be only a small step in our long journey, and that many others have gone through alot further than where we now stand. Yet I am proud to say these were the happiest days of my life. Happiness only possible, because You were the warmth in my sunrise every single day, and my own little star shinning for me every night. Though the distance may be far, my heart still beats with joy as if you were beside me everyday.</div><div><br /></div><div>AT this point I can only think of more wonderful days to come as we write the pages of our life together. Let each dawn be a new chapter and each foot stop a goodnight kiss. True no one can tell how many are our days numbered, but I'll hold you till the end of mine. And I'm sure we can make our love story a happy ending! </div><div><br /></div><div>Well...I have to go prepare for my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">concert</span> now. I'll blog about this later. Hopefully I'll get to put up a few pictures, though no guarantee of videos. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">NOTHINGS</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">GONNA</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">CHA</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">NGE</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">MY</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">LOVE</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"> FOR</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">YOU!</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><3</span></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;" ><p style="margin: 20px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 15px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">If I had to live my life without you near me </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">The days would all be empty </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">The nights would seem so long </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">With you I see forever oh so clearly </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">I might have been in love before </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">But it never felt this strong</span></div><p></p><p style="margin: 20px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 15px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Our dreams are young </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">And we both know they'll take us </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Where we want to go </span></div><p></p><p style="margin: 20px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 15px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Hold me now </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Touch me now </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">I don't want to live without you</span></div><p></p><p style="margin: 20px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 15px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Nothing's gonna change my love for you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">You ought know by now how much I love you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">One thing you can be sure of </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I'll never ask for more than your love</span></div><p></p><p style="margin: 20px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 15px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Nothing's gonna change my love for you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">You ought know by now how much I love you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">The world may change my whole life through </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">But nothing's gonna change my love for you</span></div><p></p><p style="margin: 20px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 15px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">f the road ahead is not so easy, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Our love will lead the way for us </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Just Like a guiding star </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I'll be there for you if you should need me </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">You don't have to change a thing </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I love you just the way you are </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">So come with me and share the view </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I'll help you see forever too<br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Hold me now </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Touch me now </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">I don't want to live without you</span></div></span></div><p></p></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;" ><p style="margin: 20px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 15px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Nothing's gonna change my love for you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">You ought know by now how much I love you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">One thing you can be sure of </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I'll never ask for more than your love</span></div><p></p><p style="margin: 20px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 15px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Nothing's gonna change my love for you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">You ought know by now how much I love you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The world may change my whole life through </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">But nothing's gonna change my love for you</span></div><p></p></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Nothing's gonna change my love for you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">You ought know by now how much I love you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">One thing you can be sure of </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">I'll never ask for more than your love</span></div><p></p><p style="margin: 20px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 15px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Nothing's gonna change my love for you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">You ought know by now how much I love you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">The world may change my whole life through </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">But nothing's gonna change my love for </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">you...</span></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-523718296160767751?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-36025669511908553002009-09-01T12:19:00.003+08:002009-09-01T14:02:54.753+08:00back to BAC<div align="center">Yep. Back to ranting about college life...</div><div align="center">and everything else to keep my mind off <span style="color:#6600cc;">her</span>...</div><br />Today is the first day at college since last week's break...and I guess its not surprising to find myself searching for some piece of familiarity with my old "life-before-the-break" here at BAC. There is no better haven for suited for this little nerd's need for a peace and quiet than right here in the computer lab.<br /><br />I pick a computer, grab a seat, sit down, start sipping McD tea, munch an apple pie and go about my daily routine of scouring youtube for guitar/ cs/ dot/ step videos, reading star online, and visiting blogs...<br /><br />First blog that came to my mind? Hers.<br /><br />Saw she had a new post! (which tempted me to post this I guess xD) Read a few lines...scrolled down a few older posts...smiled at a few pictures...but somehow I found my screen hovering above our pictures...they compelled me to look at them the more I stared.<br /><br />As with all our older pictures, they have always given me a rush of mjxed emotions whenever I take just a simple glance at them. I kinda enjoy but at the same time resent the feeling of looking at us, together, close, firmly held in each other's arms as our eyes become transfixed on each other's...and as I sit here snugly tucked in my chair, bathed in the familiar glare and radiation of the hums and beeps of computer component's grinding ceaselessly against each other...I can't help but feel FAR from here.<br /><br />"Out-of-place-ness" is my preferred way of putting it. Its just the kind of "I dont belong here", or "what am I doing here" or "screw this shit...I miss her" -feeling that no one really knows how to describe to this naive world who have never felt this way. The sickening, gut wrenching feeling that cooks up a hunger deep inside your soul you know nothing and no one else can cure, but the ONE OTHER SOUL in this world that feels exaclty the same about you.<br /><br />I guess thats why some people describe this feeling as "living in another world"...so far...yet so close...I guess its the feeling of standing <em>back to back</em>...but never having the chance to look each other face to face...<br /><br />Okay....I can't hold it back any longer...<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#66ff99;">I </span><span style="color:#33ffff;">MISS</span> <span style="color:#33ff33;">YOU</span><span style="color:#009900;">U</span><span style="color:#339999;">UU</span><span style="color:#336666;">!!!!!!</span> <span style="color:#006600;">T.T</span></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-3602566951190855300?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-50866473235040848492009-08-28T22:52:00.010+08:002009-08-29T10:59:01.644+08:00Memories for my last post...<img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpfxDFnQ07I/AAAAAAAAARU/qJxydyxv62M/s320/DSC02144.JPG" /><div><br /></div><div>Yummy!!!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpfxC3FwmnI/AAAAAAAAARM/UHowgb-Nxxg/s1600-h/our+love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpfxC3FwmnI/AAAAAAAAARM/UHowgb-Nxxg/s320/our+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375029711740115570" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXCT2B-0I/AAAAAAAAARk/Gl85lBStU-g/s1600-h/DSC02146.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXCT2B-0I/AAAAAAAAARk/Gl85lBStU-g/s320/DSC02146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375212221209115458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXChOChQI/AAAAAAAAARs/O2VJPtaKEng/s1600-h/DSC02147.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXChOChQI/AAAAAAAAARs/O2VJPtaKEng/s320/DSC02147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375212224799474946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXD6KbGUI/AAAAAAAAASE/ffx0YawUd24/s1600-h/DSC02154.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXD6KbGUI/AAAAAAAAASE/ffx0YawUd24/s320/DSC02154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375212248675064130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXDFKqHHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jfx34DGFnSg/s1600-h/DSC02151.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXDFKqHHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jfx34DGFnSg/s320/DSC02151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375212234448968818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXg5SN1uI/AAAAAAAAASc/I0-S3C6ksAM/s1600-h/DSC02159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXg5SN1uI/AAAAAAAAASc/I0-S3C6ksAM/s320/DSC02159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375212746655520482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXgkFgMPI/AAAAAAAAASU/RbBpKykEnHw/s1600-h/DSC02158.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXgkFgMPI/AAAAAAAAASU/RbBpKykEnHw/s320/DSC02158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375212740965052658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXgJeuNvI/AAAAAAAAASM/LKbleSzvpD8/s1600-h/DSC02153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXgJeuNvI/AAAAAAAAASM/LKbleSzvpD8/s320/DSC02153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375212733823071986" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXhhdG-DI/AAAAAAAAASs/ifp1bWSYqok/s1600-h/DSC02166.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXhhdG-DI/AAAAAAAAASs/ifp1bWSYqok/s320/DSC02166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375212757438625842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXhcdu7hI/AAAAAAAAASk/DdNHdT-hPlY/s1600-h/DSC02163.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiXhcdu7hI/AAAAAAAAASk/DdNHdT-hPlY/s320/DSC02163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375212756099067410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiVSFbg_8I/AAAAAAAAARc/w4hxH3T8OLM/s1600-h/DSC02164.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SpiVSFbg_8I/AAAAAAAAARc/w4hxH3T8OLM/s320/DSC02164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375210293194457026" border="0" /></a>Meh...us...the pictures say it all lah...</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I <3</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">edited by<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;">Kimberly =]</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-5086647323504084849?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-37596995074891397972009-08-28T18:24:00.004+08:002009-08-28T22:51:41.973+08:00With a Kiss (and mAnY MANY MORE!!!)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Is the way</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">she </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">used to revive my blog!!!</span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gaydies and Lentlemen, Goys and Birls, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">PiggY</span> the blogga is back!! :D</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well before I rewind, fast forward, pause, (definitely NOT gonna stop), let me press play the highlights of this week. Which in this case is the week itself. xD</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Journeyed up to Penang once classes ended the same way by the trusty old KTM once more. I say "trusty" only to those who have the patience and retardness and are willing to board a train that has been delayed for 2 hours. Then YES, "trusty" indeed! :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like all journeys to better places theres always a catch. This, I guess was a meager price to pay for my own little getaway- A small slice of heaven that even the most contempt fools would yearn for after living through a daily-methodical routine of hell. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway, lets not elaborate on that. I promised I wouldn't "rewind" :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Paradise begins the usual way, a quick and painful transition, hear the voices, follow the light, and voila~ you're standing at the Pearly Gates of Heaven.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(uhhh...brb...mom cooked fish~ cant resist!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ok I'm back :D</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well my journey into paradise was quite similar~Sprained and bruised both ankles, someone yelled at me, followed my heart and voila~ I stood arrived at the Bukit Metajam station at 11:30PM. Mom picked me up 5 minutes later and headed to my home away from home. Only difference about my journey to paradise and other people's journey to paradise was that she was there for me throughout the journey...my own lil guardian angel.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The following days flew passed without much happening. Main activities here include gaining weight(woot!my kinda heaven!), sleeping/waking up late(another heaven), guitaring, reading, watching madagascar2 and iceage3, driving a manual car, recovering my hurt ankles, and talking to my lil angel. Soon enough, we planned to meet on thursday, which was yesterday.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was the first time we would see each other in 2 months, and I was pretty excited, and just like the previous 3 dates, nervous too! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Once again we decided to meet up in Sunway Carnival Mall, which sadly we discovered isn't the most private of places for 2 lovie birds anymore :( </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I reached there at 11, reloaded my phone, booked movie tickets and shopped around for a lil something for her...In the end I decided to buy a small napkin pin necklace with little diamonds on it..thought it would come in handy for pinning down her babe when she needed to :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She joined me around 12:30, bringing along a cute little lunch box filled with yummy home-cooked goodies she cooked herself! :D </div><div style="text-align: center;">I shall never forget that lunch I ate that day. Rice, mince pork with salted egg, fried spicy squid, and tomyam prawn. Although it was just a small simple lunch, it was the most satisfying and memorable one I ever had. I took me a few moments to realise...this was the first meal Kim ever cooked for me..and hopefully not the last! Because now I'm addicted to it! and even more addicted to the cook! xP Yummy! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She also brought along other things, among those were her Rubix cube, which she is awesome at, and also her Chinese exam paper...which she is even MORE awesome at! XD luckly she did bring her English exam paper...which gave me some chance to lanC her...wahahaha~~xP Oh and she brought along her photo album too...some of the cutest pictures I ever seen!!! Yiiii!!!!!! xP </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After lunch we went to get some ice cream and hung out at Parkson a little while..a place where we already discovered to be surprisingly cosy during earlier dates..but this time we found spot a little more private and alot more cosy...the moment our lips met was magical...memories of every single day I've been missing her came rushing back into my mind...flooding every corner of doubt that anything has changed between us in the last 2 months..Nothing has..if anything, our love has only grown stronger.. I held her in my arms and the world paused as our lips touched...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">elaborations end here :D Shhhhhhhh...xP </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After that we went for our movie- "On His Majesty's Secret Service"..which is a freaking darn hilarious Cantonese comedy..although I didn't fully catch every word in the dialogs but she was always there to translate some funny parts..had a really good time there..but I think she enjoyed it alot more than me...hmmmm somebody's hands were pretty itchy that time huh??? xP Another Shhhhhhhhhh..... :D</div><div style="text-align: center;">For all you Bananas out there just like me who's afraid to watch it!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm a Banana and I give FIVE STARS FOR THAT MOVIE!!! XD</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Before we knew it, it was time for another tearful goodbye...though I had prepared myself this moment, it never fails to draw a tear or two everytime we part...This time was especially painful..because we knew that we won't be seeing each other for the next 4 months...I'm gonna miss you...T.T </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well I guess thats the end of another long overdue post of my blog...I shall end this blog with memories of yesterday. </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-3759699507489139797?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-75636534841399053772009-07-05T17:03:00.011+08:002009-07-05T21:15:09.559+08:00Guitar Alive Concert 2009!<div align="left">Alright...departing from the grief of the previous post and moving on with <span style="color:#6600cc;">our life...</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I heard <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Kim</span> went to watch <span style="color:#ff0000;">Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen</span> last night! Which I am so jealous about! Well..maybe because she watched it before me? Or maybe cuz she didn't watch it with me.. *sigh!* which she couldn't possibly do so I guess...(Stupid distance!><)</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Anyway, I'm glad the movie made her a fan of Transformers!!! even without me there to nag and convince her about the awesomeness of the first movie! Totally proves that the movie is simply AWESOME!!! Damn! I have to go watch it! In the mean time don't spoil the movie for me plzplzplzplzplz Kim? :D blek~~</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">*PS: Who's up for an all guy date at JJ this saturday!?!?!? xD</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">OK back to the point!!! Yesterday was this years first <span style="color:#ff6600;">Guitar Alive Concert</span> practice! Well...at least for the Klang people anyway. There are a total of fifteen of us in our ensemble/band/team/clan/ whatever you call it :) but only three of us from Klang!? Sounds like only 20% of the guitaristically talented people in Selangor live in Klang huh? Well then in this case I'm glad to be one of them! xP </div><div align="left"><br />So yesterday two guys came over to my house for practice, plus Mr.Ong (our teacher) and I, that makes four of us. We began of with a little note of introduction...which apart from their names (Jin Quan and Leonard), I discovered that that were newbies :) So naturally, they we're given the simpler parts of the song(s) to play...which was <em><span style="color:#ffccff;">Muo Li Hua/Jasmine Flower</span>. </em>And so began our practice by plucking a few fumbly notes and sizing each other up, which was a little bit awkward at first, mostly because neither of us knew each other's standards and were afraid to show off incase we made fools out of ourselves infront of each other xD. Soon after, Mr. Ong gave me the command to lead the team, maybe because I could count the beats better? Or simply cuz I am the lead guitar? Anyway, its just a Leo's worth of bragging rights :)<span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="color:#ffcccc;">(Kim would understand!) </span></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Well that's that...Throughout the whole practice sesion I couldn't help missing my old ensemble mates...which sadly have stopped learning guitar for various personal reasons. I'll never forget the fun, the laughter, the experience and the friendship we shared together as a team! To those who were with me as a team in 2007 and 2008, I give my sincere graditude and and appreciation for all your hardwork and commitment into making our efforts a complete and rewarding success!</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center">Here's a tribute to my past guitar ensembles, <span style="color:#ff0000;">The</span> <span style="color:#ffff00;">Trio</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">Ensemble</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">(2007)</span> and <span style="color:#6600cc;">Mysterioso Ensemble</span> <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">(2008).</span> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354932917958994786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SlCLHgL962I/AAAAAAAAAPc/cIphRF-tLPA/s320/2007.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Guitar Alive Concert 2007</strong></span><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354932923837588914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SlCLH2FiJbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/CXxa-RZDfQQ/s320/The+Trio.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">The</span> <span style="color:#ffff00;">Trio</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">Ensemble</span> </p><p align="center">From the left: Kok Hung, JooYee and me</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354932934951858882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SlCLIffYcsI/AAAAAAAAAP0/G31jFGwcxWg/s320/Kok+hung+1.jpg" /></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Kok Hung</span> showing off some moves!!! Woots! Encore encore! xD</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354932929459721938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SlCLILB9FtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4W4m6LN0ADo/s320/JooYee.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;">JooYee </span>collecting our certificates at the end of the day as being the eldest and having the last chance of appearing on stage. (She left for studies the next year.) </p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354939994992846930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SlCRjcMUqFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/U2vsYdw8sS8/s320/2008.jpg" /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Guitar Alive Concert 2008.</strong></span></div><div align="center">(This year was joined by 2 new players: <span style="color:#33cc00;">Jing Ning</span> and<span style="color:#33ffff;"> Xian Yu</span>)</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354936812501643250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SlCOqMfSr_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Ofrdd58YUXk/s320/Mysterious+practicing1.jpg" /> <div align="center">Mysterious practicing backstage. (Beside the ladies toilet!) That's <span style="color:#ff0000;">Kok Hung</span> beside me. </div><div align="center">Hey! What you looking at?!xD</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354936814414097106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SlCOqTnQatI/AAAAAAAAAQM/thiygztCqsg/s320/MYsterious+practicing+2.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">More mysterious last minute practicing!</div><div align="center">From the top left: <span style="color:#33cc00;">Jing Ning</span>, <span style="color:#33ffff;">Xian Yu</span>, <span style="color:#ff0000;">Kok Hung</span> and <span style="color:#3333ff;">me</span>.</div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354936822115063138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SlCOqwTT1WI/AAAAAAAAAQc/94VuTAo3znc/s320/mysterioso2.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">MyStErioS0! </div><div align="center">Once again from the left: <span style="color:#3333ff;">Me</span>, <span style="color:#33cc00;">Jing Ning</span>, <span style="color:#33ffff;">Xian Yu</span> and <span style="color:#ff0000;">Kok Hung</span>.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354936819835041122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SlCOqnztdWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/REGgZjbfT9U/s320/Mysterioso1.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">Don't we just look cool from this angle?!?! </div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354937478151548610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SlCPQ8OmLsI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OwHbd52awAg/s320/last+of+kok+hung.jpg" />This time, <span style="color:#ff0000;">Kok Hung</span> was our represenative, as it was also his last time on stage. (He migrated to Singapore last year) </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Well that's it for the photos, which were gotten from the <a href="http://www.cgs.net.my/">Malaysian Classical Guitar Society website</a>. Once again, I bid you all farewell and goodluck in life. It has been an honour working and performing on stage with you guys! A special thank you for my close friend Kok Hung, who held our spirits up high whenever all the time! So long, my friend! We'll meet again one day! And ofcourse, thanks to our teacher, master, and friend Mr Ong, if not for him I would never have met such a bunch of friends :)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Well, I guess this tribute concludes this episode of my life. And as new chapters unfold everyday as I walk this road with Kim, I do also constantly remind myself about my past joys. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Hope ya'll enjoyed this post as much as I did remembering it! </div><div align="left">Ciao!!! </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff9966;">To my special one...</span><span style="color:#ff9900;">No joy and laughter</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">I have known in the past</span> <span style="color:#ffcc33;">can even come close</span> <span style="color:#ffff00;">to competing with the</span> <span style="color:#ffcc66;">happiness you have shown</span> <span style="color:#ffff66;">me.</span> </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">LOVE YOU FOREVER!!! <3</div><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-7563653484139905377?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-69495737545177285282009-07-01T09:08:00.003+08:002009-07-02T11:19:37.557+08:00Acceptance.Acceptance usually refers to cases where a person experiences a situation or condition (often a negative or uncomfortable situation) without attempting to change it, protest, or exit.<br /><br /><br /><br />Fianlly had the mood to sit down and blog about this. For those of you who don't know the latest frustrating issue on my mind now...<br /><br />*drumrolls...*<br /><br />I've just lost my phone on Monday.<br /><br /><br /><br />Well, to be more precise, it was stolen, actually pickpocketed.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">PS: Sorry guyz and gals, I hate to elaborate on the final few moments of my relationship with my phone...therefore I shall only do so briefly.</span><br /><br />Alright here's how it happened (briefly). I was getting off the train from Angkasapuri when I noticed someone rubbing against my side and squeezing something out of my pants pocket. When I squeezed my way out of the can of sardines, I realised that my right pocket was empty. Out of the corner of my eye, some Malay dude caught my attention, as he seemed to be quickly stuffing something into his pocket. I ran over and yelled at him and asked him why he took my phone. He paniced, ran back into the train just in time, and the door shut before I could follow him in. *SLAM* Byebye. The end.<br /><br />It took me a little while before I realised what had happened. Then it struck me, I shall never see my phone again. I felt pretty helpless. There was nothing I could do. When the door shut my phone's fate was sealed and I pretty much knew that that was it...but sitting down and crying would make me an even sorer loser. Thus I did the only thing I thought could possibly give me a glimpse of hope, or rather just a futile way consoling myself.<br /><br />I ran up stairs and found the police <em>"pondok". </em>In there I found 4 police officers on duty. I explained my situation to them in Malay and asked if there was any possible way to trace down my phone. They told me there was nothing they could do there as anything that happened in/on/in the vicinity of the trains was none of their business. Truth was they didn't seem even remotely interested in helping me. Advising me to make a police report at Brickfields Police Station (because there was no one there who could take my report, yea right~), all four of them strut out of the <em>"pondok"</em> and talking about which<em> mamak</em> stall to go to.<br /><br />Dissatisfied, I hoped on a cab and found myself at Brickfields Police station. A scary place, since there were so many stories of people being tortured and getting killed in its lockup room, and not to mention the recent water cannon assault on Hindraf riots just outside the building. I gathered up my guts and walked in. Asking around was a great way to know where to make a police report. I soon found myself at a receptionists desk being interrogated by a Malay (which they all are) female officer. One of the first questions she asked me was this <em>:"Orang apa yang mencuri fon kamu?"</em> Me:<em> "Orang Melayu." </em>Her face instantly changed and gave me the "I-dont-want-to-help-you face" Its a look that I will remember. After getting as little information out of me as she could, she printed an official police report with my name, ic, address, stuff on it. Then suddenly it dawned on me. I was actually filed my first official police report~ I would have been prouder if not for the sad circumstances which lead me to do so.<br /><br />Later on, I got my statement done/retold to another police officer. Which keyed in the necessary first hand information given by the victim required for their detectives to begin the case. (If they choose to begin at all.)<br /><br />That sums up my visit to the Brickfields Police Station. I walked away frustrated by feeling helpless at being helpless. There was nothing left to do now but sit and bitch about it.<br /><br />There goes the facts of the case~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6949573754517728528?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-31743957738873374712009-06-22T20:19:00.006+08:002009-07-09T13:59:28.878+08:00HapPy F.A.T.H.E.R's DaY!!!Woohoo finally a not-so-backdated-post for some people here to munch on! xD<br /><br /><br /><br />Okay so yesterday was father's day. Got up and wished dad and helped him iron some clothes before going to church.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350135355053146098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sj9_wlozf_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/L3KSOQoKJdk/s320/Image0528.jpg" /><br /><br />Oh yeah before that I gave him this mug the night before :)<br />Which I bought during last holiday in Penang Sunway Carnival Mall's S&amp;J. The same day I bought the a star bottle for my sister's birthday :) [Note: Folding stars with Kim is fun!:D ]<br />Well, Kim chose this mug for my dad and insisted I BUY it... Actually I would have let her buy it if not because she can't call him dad yet. YET! lol...and since it was meant for father's day I had to be the one paying for it for my dad right? Kim would have to wait a little longer I guess... Anyway he liked it very very much. Even posted it on his facebook for all my aunties and uncles to see! So THANKS alot Kim!!! Gee...you're already bringing the family together! xP<br /><br />Okay so later that morning we went to church and listened to the special father's day special service there. Which talked about father-children relationships and ultimately about God our heavenly Father. Highlights were some touchy videos...here is 2 of them...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zH46SmVv8SU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zH46SmVv8SU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />This is "Cats in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin. Dont ask me what the relevance of the title is to the song, but I think the lyrics are just awesome. Frankly it scared the hell outta me~<br /><br />My child arrived just the other day<br />He came to the world in the usual way<br />But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay<br />He learned to walk while I was away<br />And he was talking before I knew it and as he grew<br />He said, "I’m gonna be like you, Dad,<br />You know I’m gonna be like you"<br /><br />And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon<br />Little boy blue and the man in the moon<br />When you comin home, dad,<br />I don’t know when, But we'll get together then, Son,<br />You know we'll have a good time then.<br /><br />My son turned ten just the other day<br />He said "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on lets play<br />can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today,<br />I got a lot to do" He said "Thats okay"<br />And then he walked away but his smile never dimmed<br />And said "I’m gonna be like him, yeah<br />You know I’m going to be like him"<br /><br />And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon<br />Little boy blue and the man on the moon<br />When you comin home, dad, I dont know when,<br />But we'll get together then, Son,<br />You know we'll have a good time then.<br /><br />Well he came from college just the other day<br />So much like a man I just had to say,<br />"Son, I’m proud of you, can you sit for a while?"<br />He shook his head, and he said with a smile<br />"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys<br />See you later, can I have them please?"<br /><br />And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon<br />Little boy blue and the man on the moon<br />When you comin home, Son, I dont know when,<br />But we'll get together then, Dad,<br />You know we'll have a good time then.<br /><br />I’ve long since retired, my son's moved away<br />I called him up just the other day........<br />I said "I'd like to see you if you don’t mind"<br />He said "I'd love to Dad, if I could find the time.<br />You see my new jobs a hassle, and the kids have the flu.<br />But It's sure nice talking to you, Dad, It's been sure nice talking to you........<br />"And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me<br />He'd grown up just like me,<br />My boy was just like me..............<br /><br />*chorus*<br />----------------------------------------<br /><br />Well guyz I gtg now. I'll continue this post with the other video if the opportunity presents itself tomorrow! For, now, enjoy the song. really recommend everyone to give it a listen and think about the lyrics. Especially for soon-to-be dads. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-3174395773887337471?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-60417326131763096402009-06-19T17:37:00.005+08:002009-06-19T19:22:35.865+08:00Who said its girly?!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sjtrb7N-DNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/03QgK3bGq88/s1600-h/Image0515.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348987109929520338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sjtrb7N-DNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/03QgK3bGq88/s320/Image0515.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SjtrbtiK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pKsU3URFEl8/s1600-h/Image0514.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348987106256152978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SjtrbtiK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pKsU3URFEl8/s320/Image0514.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="color:#66ff99;">"Ming</span> <span style="color:#33ffff;">Zhong</span> <span style="color:#66ffff;">Zhu</span><span style="color:#33ccff;"> Ding</span> <span style="color:#3366ff;">Wo</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">Ai </span><span style="color:#6600cc;">Ni"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Banana translation: I was meant to to fall in love with you.</span></div><br /><div>Thats what it says on the <span style="color:#33ccff;">little blue pillow thingy</span> she bought for us not too long ago. </div><div>It actually came in a pair with a<span style="color:#ffccff;"> pink</span> counter part...</div><div>So I took the<span style="color:#33ccff;"> blue</span> one and she the <span style="color:#ffccff;">pink</span>...</div><div>Now it hangs from my wallet everyday...</div><div>giving me something fluffy to touch when my hand goes into my pocket</div><div>and when I squeeze it</div><div>its almost as if I were squeezing her little pinky...</div><div> </div><div>Well, if she bought it for me to remind myself that we belong to each other everyday, its certainly working xD</div><div>--------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Anyway, back to this weeks <span style="color:#ffff66;">highlights...</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Hmmm...nothing much actually, besides screwing up my Moral mid term test, which was suppose to be a fully open book test!!!</div><div align="left">When we got there the invigilators told us Mr.Subhi (our weird moral teacher) didn't inform them, and they almost had us sit for the test without bringing in any notes. I mean WTH? We weren't even TOLD to study the notes...Bah well, I guess thats what we deserve for assuming everything in life is easy?</div><div align="left">Anyway thanks to Ernest (Leader of EU-Ernest Union) who went out to debate with the assholes, we were finally allowed to "refer" to our notes for Paper 2 essay questions (at least....=.='')</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Moving on...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Have been searching for new guitar exam pieces to experiment with lately. A process through which I realised that Grade Four Classical Guitar pieces are just downright weird sounding? No really...there's this song called Gavotte that just sounds like a dying cat at some parts...(or at least when I was playing it lol?). And speaking of which, theres this other song called "Cat and Mouse" which was utterly not Tom and Jerry sounding at all...more like a drunk Jerry was slaughtering a vomitting Tom with a rusty old chainsaw (serious, theres one part that sounds like a chainsaw!) . No offence to the writters...Just not my cup of teh tarik...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">On a down note, my guitar teacher's right hand isn't recovering yet...He says he now has "Triger Finger" which means he cant control his right hand movements as smoothly as he could last time. He says if he doesn't recover soon, he might have to give up solo performances all together! OMG!? Thats just so sad...</div><div align="left">(All because of one stupid dog that hit him while he was on a motorbike...Evil Doggie...><)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div align="left">To end post on a positive note,</div><div align="left">Kim and I have really picked up the pace in more "progressive" conversations through the phone...</div><div align="left">Totally enjoy every minute of talking to her, even though we're not face to face...</div><div align="left">but on other times when we're not talking, we can hardly spend an hour away from each other's SMSes anyway</div><div align="left">:)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Well thats all for my short update-of-the-week post...</div><div align="left">Hope ya'll still enjoy keeping in touch with my bloggie :)</div><div align="left">Ciao~</div><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6041732613176309640?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-50468119067280673512009-06-12T16:44:00.006+08:002009-06-13T18:28:43.308+08:00Third and the last for now...<div align="center">I remember in my previous post, I mentioned our 3rd and final "date" of the holidays...well these are some of the pictures taken on that day. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">These pictures were taken at <span style="color:#ff0000;">Parkson</span>...</div><div align="center">On a little spot I'd like to call as our own...</div><div align="center">Which is actaully just a row of comfy chairs LOL ^^</div><div align="center">but surprisingly romantic spot to hang out...</div><div align="center">even though we were sitting facing a row of clothes xD</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346373537090275746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SjIiZ9rQiaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bic57IoBeeg/s320/Image0510.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346373527846466930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SjIiZbPXNXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bxMhtSGvfSc/s320/Image0511.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346373520828367026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SjIiZBGHgLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/sytGpv7htxE/s320/Image0505.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346373518458568610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SjIiY4RHP6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/vH62-KYDq2I/s320/Image0498.jpg" border="0" />Anyway here are the originals,</div><div align="center">the edited ones are on her bloggie...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Anyway, noticed the <span style="color:#66ff99;">green bean pillow</span>?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Yeah she bought it for me,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">although it kinda looked horrible and creepy and spooky with that smile at first...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">but I guess she just wants me to wake up to a smile everyday :)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">*Gulp!* 0_0!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Oh nothing, I just swallowed a honey pill :D</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Well anyway, this was when I gave her the letter...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Which I write impromtu the night before,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">which cost me 5 hours of sleep...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">But I know it'll cost her alot more hous of sleep while waiting for the day she gets to finnaly open it! xP Curiousity kills my Kim huh? :)</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">After that we went to <span style="color:#ff0000;">AMP Square K</span> (totally her idea) and had a really good time cracking our voice boxes..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Or rather me listening to her crack hers! Since she solo-ed most of the songs xD</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Oh and I learned to read a whole lot of new chinese words there!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">oh and, to all <span style="color:#ffff33;">bananas </span>like me out there...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Bring a dictionary if you aren't prepared to sing chinese songs there LOL...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">You'll need it!</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;">Well we had a good time together there...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;">except for that silly waiter that spilled honey peach juice all over the floor...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;">(Believe me I was trying very hard not to raise my voice -.-''')</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;">Anywayz...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;">We shared some magical moments there</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;">and we enjoyed looking at each other absorbing those precious moments into our memories</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;">so that when we miss each other</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;">we'll know exactly where to find each other</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;">right there in those memories...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;">^^</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">After that, we went back to our spot...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">talked about our past<em> Kampung</em> childhood memories, our families, our future together...and everything in between...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">we even pulled out a few white hairs from each others heads</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">LOL</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">And in a blink of an eye</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">it was time to say goodbye</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I will never forget that spot on your shoulder where I left my teardrop on... :)</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">At last our time together was up,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">and we had to part and return to our worlds...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">never to meet again until chance comes!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">its ironic...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">that I first fell in love with you in this world of mine</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ffff;">my happy place</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;">my comfort zone</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">my normal daily life</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">yet after I journeyed so far to your world to meet you...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">I dont think I can ever find my world again.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Because I lost it in yours!</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>I love losing myself in your world!!!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center">Arghhh!!! I can't wait for my next semester break!!!</div><div align="center">In the mean time, I guess I'll have to roll my socks and study hard! </div><div align="center">To prove to myself and everyone else that we can have a future together!!!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Piggy!!!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>GAMBATEH!!!!!</strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">*PS: In response to the comment(s), please refer to <a href="http://www.maylovehim.blogspot.com/">Kim's Blog </a>for more exciting details and pictures about this post! :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-5046811906728067351?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-70141631436859446122009-06-12T12:10:00.006+08:002009-06-12T16:44:24.853+08:00Diabetical!<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SjHd-FIjZJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hhTa8GzwzSs/s1600-h/loves.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346298291265168530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SjHd-FIjZJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hhTa8GzwzSs/s320/loves.jpg" border="0" /></a> I love this picture! :)<br /><br />But even more in love with the one who edited it xP<br />We took this on our second "date" at <span style="color:#ff6666;">Sunway</span>.<br />Before we parted<br />again...<br />But after we did something<br />again...<br />xD<br /><br />This is one of the many favorite pictures I like to look at when I think of her.<br /><br />It brings me back to the time when we were together.<br /><br />Well here are the other pictures that we've taken on that same day :)<br /><br />These were taken at<span style="color:#33ff33;"> Sakae Sushi</span>.<br />By herself LOL...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346356305633129826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SjISu9futWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/2opc9twGU_w/s320/Image0450.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346356306551437666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SjISvA6q-WI/AAAAAAAAAOU/FVKZc-H0SCM/s320/Image0453.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346356311788879458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SjISvUbX_mI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NrfWoAQ-GAI/s320/Image0455.jpg" border="0" />Other pictures at <span style="color:#33ff33;">Sakae Sushi</span> have already been posted by her...</div><div align="center">so I'm not be a copy cat and repost those :D</div><div align="center">if you all wanna see them, PM me on msn :)<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-7014163143685944612?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-64175525273875137382009-06-11T20:14:00.003+08:002009-06-12T12:10:19.807+08:00Penang diaries!<span style="color:#ff9900;">HONEY</span> <span style="color:#ffcc66;">I'M</span> <span style="color:#ffff00;">HOME!!!</span><br /><br />Or rather I'm in my own home now...T.T far away from my Honey... :(<br /><br />Yes guyz, I'm back from Penang! (Baby, Leon and Zwen might have found out earlier than anyone else xD) I can't believe it...2 magical weeks of diabetical romance and <span style="color:#ffcccc;">love</span> just came to an abrupt end like this...<br /><br />With so many things to blog about so many things that happen in such a short time, I really don't know where to begin...Yet, for memory sake, I'll try once again to fill in the <span style="color:#666600;">holes</span> of my blog, I hope one day, I'll be able to look back on this and smile and say "Look honey...this was us...remember?" <span style="color:#ffcccc;">(Aw<span style="font-size:85%;">ww</span><span style="font-size:78%;">ww</span>^^)</span><br /><br />Well, lets me start from where I left off...Oh yeshh, my birthday isn't it? Well, after the first day of meeting her, my days have gotten brighter and my nights have gotten sweeter eversince. We went out 2 more days since that day...with a little sweet talking my mom to fetch to Sunway ofcourse xD<br /><br />On 3rd of June was a day like any other day...except we went out together...and watched 2 movies in a row lol...<span style="color:#990000;">Terminator Salvation</span> and <span style="color:#ff0000;">Angels and Demons</span>...back to back! But don't ask me what those movies were about anyway...we weren't paying much attention to what was on the screen :) The details end here xP All I knew was...I was a <span style="color:#ff0000;">Demon</span> in the cinema and an<span style="color:#ffff33;"> Angel</span> gave me <span style="color:#33ffff;">Salvation</span> xD<br /><br />After one movie we went for lunch at Sakae Sushi...which Kim claims didn't exsist in Sunway! But we found it anyway. Took some really nice photos...might update those later :) Oh yeah and I bought her a little pink Piggy...which was the first real me she knew 5 weeks ago ^^ so I hope she hugs it whenever she misses me...I know she does xP<br /><br />And then on the 9th of June we went out again...this time for the last time for the holidays :( ( since I came back to KL yesterday) sigh...Already expected it to be a tearful meeting, but didn't expect it to be THAT tearful...well, mostly mine anyway...haha...<br />Anyway, I gave her a letter that day...a letter which cost me my sleep...to open for her birthday...(nah I'm giving you a chance to train your patience xP)<br /><br />Oh crap I gtg for now! Sry guyz...will finish this tmr...ciao for now...:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6417552527387513738?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-7935750772598373062009-06-04T22:19:00.004+08:002009-06-06T13:32:44.809+08:00EVERYONE REMEMBER 30TH OF MAY.Because! Its my new birthday! yeap...since 30th of May 2009, I have started to live a new life.<br />A life I want to live for her...to share with her... that one day might die for her...<br /><br />My apologies for my absence again from my blog...I'll try my best to fill in the details of this severely back dated post.<br /><br />Well, since my arrival in Penang, my heart and soul has been bent on one thing, to be with her in person as soon as the opportunity presented itself. That chance came on a saturday morning, so I asked my mum if I could go out to meet her dat day...Surprisingly she let me! And even sent me all the way to Sunway Carnival :D<br /><br />Totally freaked out before Kim arrived at Sunway Carnival ...(but realised smsing Leon was a good way to release tension xD) I mean...we've known each other for almost 2 months now...well...technically its 3 years, but I think that period of time doesn't really count, <span style="font-size:78%;">she understands why</span>... :) but finally meeting each other face to face seemed scarrier than ever before @.@...<br /><br /><br /><br />Well it all happened like this...After booking movie tickets for Night At The Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian, I was hunting for a nice spot to jump out and surprise her before she came...and revising some "cool" intro lines over and over again in my head...<br /><br />At that moment, I was walking down the escelator, and as soon as I got off...I caught a glimpse of something purple and white from the corner of my eye..turned and looked, our eyes locked for a split second, pulled my eyes away, I went left, she went right, I picked up my pace, pulled out my phone, dialled her number, hid behind a wall, I pretended I didn't see anything and said something lame, she said:" You wanna turn around or what?" I turned. She was straring at me a few feet away. Our eyes locked again........and Magic happened............ :)<br /><br />Well, moving on to more interesting parts of the day...we had lunch at Kenny Rogers, (rather I had lunch and she just watched emo-ly) finally realised what "skyjuice" was...and realised I didn't know how to opperate her phone xD but she totally knew mine...meh~ she's a natural in everything...<br /><br />After lunch we went to watch night at the museum 2...which I thought was pretty good. But don't ask me anything about the ending...cuz I wasn't really watching the movie towards the end. Ps: Was it just me or did the popcorn and coke taste extra sweet that day? Well...halfway through the movie, I asked her a question...and well...the answer to that question is our little secret ^^ All I can say is, the old Kim and Gid didn't get out of that cinema alive...they died...the new Kim&amp;Gid came out holding hands...but we were really holding each other's hearts ^^V! Well...nothing interesting left to blog about that day...except we parted tearfully when her dad came to pick her up :( But we knew every second we spent apart was just another second nearer to reuniting! So we cheered each other up on the way back and lived our happy lives apart from each other but together :D<br /><br />Well that's all for my "birthday" post. Hope ya'll enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed sharing it. :D<br />I'll be back with more 96 backdated posts later!<br /><br />MUAAAAAAAKS!!!!!! xP<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">The day I found <strong>you</strong></span>,<span style="color:#9999ff;"> was the day</span> <span style="color:#66ffff;">I found the gift that</span> <span style="color:#33ffff;"><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">God</span></em> had blessed</span> <span style="color:#66ff99;">me with...</span><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>You</strong> just</span> <span style="color:#ffff33;">opened my eyes</span> <span style="color:#ffffcc;">to see it.</span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">and...</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Guess what?</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">I saw you!!!</span></span> </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>I LOVE YOU! <3</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-793575077259837306?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-56992980519701889102009-05-28T09:23:00.003+08:002009-05-28T10:11:29.689+08:00Semester Break!!!<div>Woohoo! Finally..a well deserved break after a week of hammering Business Studies notes into my thick skull~<br />Ps: The Business Studies exam on Tuesday was a taste of hell...though it thaught me what to look out for in future exams next time...<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Note to self: STUDY HARDER!!!</span> </span><br /><br />Speaking of college, yesterday was part-two of <span style="color:#3333ff;">AriaLand Idol</span> staring <span style="color:#66ffff;">Jeraldyne</span>!!! She sang an awesome version "Love Story" infront of the whole class, which I managed to take a FULL video of..But don't worry Jeraldyne, I'm not cruel enough to blog it. Yet :D .Anywayz thanks for entertaining the class...we loved it^^<br /><br />Oh yes I'll be going to Penang today!!! Well...Bukit Mertajam to be exact. Going up to see my sissy and mommy :D who I last saw 6 months ago. Hols are always good time to catch up on things with the other side of my family :) as well as giving me a much needed chance of finally making some "physical" progress in my love life.<span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> Kim I'm coming for eeuuu....^^</span><br /></span><br />Got up early this morning at 6:00 am, which I've already gotten so used to after a month of being somebody's "alarm clock" xD...which was no exception today :) So I rang Kim up...gave her the usual "good morning kiss"... told her I'll be on my way to meet her...reassured each other that everything is gonna be alright... then she "God-Blessed" me for the journey and we kissed each other goodbye...<br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Do</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">you know</span><span style="color:#ff9900;"> just how</span> <span style="color:#ffff00;">much</span> <span style="color:#ffcc00;">I love</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">waking up</span><span style="color:#cc6600;"> to your voice</span> <span style="color:#990000;">everyday?</span></span></div><br />Well thats that...but now that I AM really going to meet her for the first time...I realised that hours of talking, laughing, crying on the phone since the day I've fallen for you (again) eventually comes down to this...Will we recognise each other for the real Gid and Kim from we've known by talking/chatting/smsing? The answer will come in time...but for now I'm confident that we'll make it happen :)<br /><br />Alright...I guess that's all there is to blog for now...I'm pretty excited about what I'll be blogging in the next few weeks, but right now, I can't imagine just what! Again, only time will tell.<br /><br />Time to start my journey to KL sentral then Penang! HERE I COME!!!<br />Ciao~<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340691511173220610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sh3yohpsiQI/AAAAAAAAAN0/d7E2nfomL78/s320/Image0387.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>I LOVE YOU <3</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-5699298051970188910?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-16655998235919630572009-05-22T16:03:00.003+08:002009-05-22T18:23:49.894+08:00Kami Terpaksa Muat!Translated into English: <span style="color:#ff0000;">We have to fit!</span><br /><br />This is the new perfect sentence in which Keretapi Tanah Melayu(KTM) can be described.<br />Incase you people who have never taken a ride on Malaysia's wonderful public transport systems, such as the KTM, let me give you a brief description of how it is like.<br /><br />A picture says a thousand words, then this video will say a thousand more.<br /><p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e7906bfe64fde1db" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De7906bfe64fde1db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59504B520F0E617D0CD8C860B263EA538B0D0B5.426A2E2EB26874D108693063364BA44993392A20%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De7906bfe64fde1db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxnqfWlltstqtMAoC8fkSOdTC94w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De7906bfe64fde1db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59504B520F0E617D0CD8C860B263EA538B0D0B5.426A2E2EB26874D108693063364BA44993392A20%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De7906bfe64fde1db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxnqfWlltstqtMAoC8fkSOdTC94w&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p>Searching for oxygen~</p><p>Its not in the video, but I heard some Malay girl shout from the background when someone tried to get in the train: "OI TAK MUAT LAGI DAH! SATU INCI PUN TAKDE!" lol...cranked me up xD.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-1665599823591963057?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-73878697263857698382009-05-18T16:52:00.006+08:002009-05-18T17:40:10.819+08:00Room sweet room! :D<div align="center"><div align="left">Wheee~~<br />Moved into my new room last night..(was previously sleeping in the attic...uh...no -.-'')</div><div align="left">Well, thx to dad who installed a new 1 horsey power A.C. I'm finally able to have a long sought after privacy :)</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Although its only 10x10 feet, I kinda find it pretty warm and homey and cosy and secluded and fuzzy whenever I step into it..lol, its ok to be in <span style="color:#ff99ff;">love </span>with my own room right? :D</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Bleh~ couldn't resist taking a a few snap shots of my room after ending <span style="color:#6600cc;">Kim's</span> call before calling it a night...</div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337088176251293122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/ShEla1BlTcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PdrWus1OPYI/s320/Image0353.jpg" border="0" />A bed with FOUR pillows!!! :D:D:D:D <div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(No, Kim, I dont do <em>anything </em>to the pillows when I sleep><) </span><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337088180328197522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/ShElbENl7ZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/DVJOP3XENaM/s320/Image0345.jpg" border="0" />A simple desk<span style="font-size:78%;"> (with phone charger access!)<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337088188682722450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/ShElbjVd3JI/AAAAAAAAAM8/M4E2LXAmsCY/s320/Image0346.jpg" border="0" />Up close...Theres my familliar AS Law textbook...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337088184357426130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/ShElbTOPE9I/AAAAAAAAAM0/MwOxrlMQyA4/s320/Image0347.jpg" border="0" />Closer still... <div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">OH no don't worry about him, he's just my imaginary friend :) </span><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337088192146725346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/ShElbwPWWeI/AAAAAAAAANE/t6JgJgdgimM/s320/Image0348.jpg" border="0" />Shelf to put books on...<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">OMG Business Studies presentation tomorrow!!! </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337090989421646946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/ShEn-k5qVGI/AAAAAAAAANM/UH_8duntuDo/s320/Image0349.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:100%;">Sad<strong> lack</strong> of interior decorations on this shelf...</span></span></p><span style="font-size:78%;"><p align="center"><br /></p></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337090992916660514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/ShEn-x68ASI/AAAAAAAAANU/QTf15RW6ntU/s320/Image0351.jpg" border="0" />Wut u laffing at??? Those are my friends! <span style="font-size:85%;">(><)</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Wait...where is...</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337090997478672066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/ShEn_C6mxsI/AAAAAAAAANc/DLLTewO8lFQ/s320/Image0352.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Oh there he is :D</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337090999046049762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/ShEn_IwTD-I/AAAAAAAAANk/hEvlhydfo_0/s320/Image0344.jpg" border="0" />With the lights off...Cosy!^^</div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337091001083614562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/ShEn_QWF1WI/AAAAAAAAANs/X53WmDbetTI/s320/Image0343.jpg" border="0" />Perfect nightlight too!</div><br /><br /><br /><p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2851ae5739f72609" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2851ae5739f72609%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8DD5386B19C6E6364998BB540CDF29D544712B4.333DBBDD3096110489B75E70A0AC61F97E2CF46F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2851ae5739f72609%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLxMZE3Yn-qJMz9_P0ACyLdvReTE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2851ae5739f72609%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8DD5386B19C6E6364998BB540CDF29D544712B4.333DBBDD3096110489B75E70A0AC61F97E2CF46F%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2851ae5739f72609%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLxMZE3Yn-qJMz9_P0ACyLdvReTE&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p>Hmmm, thats all folks. Thats how I like my room...simple and nice. With the exception that maybe I might move my guitar up someday :) Hope you enjoyed the tour as much as I enjoyed sleeping in it last night.</p><p>Well...time to sleep! Nite nite! :)</p><p>(-.-)...<span style="font-size:78%;">z<span style="font-size:85%;">z</span><span style="font-size:130%;">z</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;">Z</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-7387869726385769838?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-6661285635618029162009-05-15T16:17:00.008+08:002009-05-15T17:40:47.336+08:00Letting go.<span style="color:#ff0000;">Love</span> can be a cruel thing, especially when someone you want to forget leaves you with more than just a memory.<br /><br />In this case, she left me a piece of paper...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335964007604913474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sg0m_mePhUI/AAAAAAAAAMM/n1K2u9jBmhU/s320/Image0340.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Since the day she gave it to me it has never left my wallet. Now its time to make sure it leaves my heart for good. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335964014237137042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sg0m__LfOJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/nXYrnFKJj-0/s320/Image0341.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Just read it for the sake of reading it for one last time.</span> </div><div align="center"></div>Its time to set myself free and open my heart for someone else to enter. Let the test begin.<br /><br /><p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ec3308f6224044dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec3308f6224044dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72DDAF0EB26801E54C2247007F734CFA0B3DAECB.6EB8BC8F9808C1E87A6A12A952622574C1574C2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec3308f6224044dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5yln7drhRbUPGxO-R4vf2Gd20CY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec3308f6224044dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72DDAF0EB26801E54C2247007F734CFA0B3DAECB.6EB8BC8F9808C1E87A6A12A952622574C1574C2A%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec3308f6224044dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5yln7drhRbUPGxO-R4vf2Gd20CY&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p>First step...rid my wallet of the damn thing...</p><p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3185041c1899bccf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3185041c1899bccf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38E115B3DBA92F7BB9ACFF2F844A0AE58A51E0D4.621CDF0A1D893A7A3C73C0521ED9EDA9CC262F81%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3185041c1899bccf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVVM9GEGKmYhD3Op7XAsokPz5Y4Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3185041c1899bccf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38E115B3DBA92F7BB9ACFF2F844A0AE58A51E0D4.621CDF0A1D893A7A3C73C0521ED9EDA9CC262F81%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3185041c1899bccf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVVM9GEGKmYhD3Op7XAsokPz5Y4Y&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p>Step 2...Don't miss it.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335964013782576322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sg0m_9fHLMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LtdnnR4hSkY/s320/Image0342.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>You'll be just a friend in my mind, but not in my heart. </p><p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-be55f079bc376958" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbe55f079bc376958%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3150C0555A1FEC7BCCA8772E8F75CF3EE2386132.251AC91D5B2E6FD05D0ED6B86D8F5EEDFAE96AD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbe55f079bc376958%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlLTg_82yfgYce6js9ODn4J2A_os&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbe55f079bc376958%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3150C0555A1FEC7BCCA8772E8F75CF3EE2386132.251AC91D5B2E6FD05D0ED6B86D8F5EEDFAE96AD2%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbe55f079bc376958%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlLTg_82yfgYce6js9ODn4J2A_os&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p>Step 3...stomp it out of my heart. Just something stuck at the bottom of my shoe a long time ago. Time to scrape it off. </p><p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-10e8481b17e4c003" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10e8481b17e4c003%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E120F6F227809E3049DDB85D74E42AD34A1EF35.5D83D6172F7E1D7A90EBCF1FE1CF13B9A25F2370%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10e8481b17e4c003%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_5YLSVgPGnsnLcgff2iBSxw5fwE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10e8481b17e4c003%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E120F6F227809E3049DDB85D74E42AD34A1EF35.5D83D6172F7E1D7A90EBCF1FE1CF13B9A25F2370%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10e8481b17e4c003%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_5YLSVgPGnsnLcgff2iBSxw5fwE&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p>Step 4...Get rid of it once and for all. See? Gone with the wind. The broom was just to make sure.</p><p>Phew...Goodbye little piece of paper. You have locked up my heart for a long time. Now you are gone, my heart is set free, and is beating ever so loudly again for someone else...</p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>I AM FREE!!!!!!</strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">*See...somethings are best left forgotten. And thats that. Forgotten.</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-666128563561802916?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-4153533858183227472009-05-15T15:17:00.003+08:002009-05-15T15:21:44.019+08:00So touching T.THere's the <a href="http://www.freetalks2u.com/viewthread.php?tid=137&amp;extra=page%3D4">link</a> to the story I talked about in my previous post.<br />The second time reading it wasn't any less touching...nor was the third...its awesome..check it out.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*PS: Its in Chinese...so, forgive me my fellow bananas :(</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-415353385818322747?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-32258114080861596912009-05-12T20:07:00.003+08:002009-05-12T21:30:02.486+08:00I will always remember the 12th of May.Because today is the day<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"> I<strong> failed</strong> a <strong>hundred times</strong>.</span><br /><br />What's more? I failed the <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">same person</span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">ONE HUNDRED TIMES</span> in <span style="color:#ff0000;">A ROW</span> in <span style="color:#ff0000;">TWO HOURS</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">-------------------------------------------------------------</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Sichuan, China- On this day exactly one year ago, hundreds of people lost their loved ones to an earthquake...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br />Today I read about a touching true story about a young couple who lost each other during this earthquake.<br />It talked A perfect, loving, happy young couple who's love story was destroyed. Just in a blink of an eye...<br />The young man and woman parted a few weeks before the earthquake...<br />The young woman stayed in Beijing while the young man moved to Sichuan to take care of his mother and father in-law.<br />They talked on the phone day and night and were always there for each other no matter what.<br />On the 12th of May 2008...the young woman heard of the earthquake in Sichuan...she immediately wanted to call him and scrambled for her phone...but realised it wasn't with her.<br />She rushed home switched on the phone and countless messages and miss calls in it. All of them we're from the young man.<br />In his last message...he had the dying wish of hearing her voice one last time as he was burried alive by the earthquake...<br />But by the time she saw this message, it was too late. He was gone...<br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;">Exactly one year later...2 hearts find themselves torn apart...because one of them carelessly spoiled his phone, and found out it had no battery after repairing it...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#33ff33;">On the 12th of May 2009.</span> </span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">There was no earthquake in Klang</span>,</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">but I swear,</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">the old me has died today.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>From today onwards. I will be a better me for you. I promise you. Everytime you call, I'll be there.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-3225811408086159691?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-70176153532069598922009-05-11T22:02:00.003+08:002009-05-11T22:04:55.812+08:00Mood: Stupidity.<span style="font-size:180%;">Note to self: PHONES AND BATHROOMS<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> DONT</span></strong> MIX!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#666666;">My real mood: Excrutiating <span style="color:#ff0000;">PAIN</span> of missing someone so so so much T.T!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-7017615353206959892?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-63091169494249506852009-05-11T09:47:00.002+08:002009-05-11T09:59:47.029+08:00THANK YOU.<div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">For being there for me...</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Even though we're far apart...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;">I know I'm not alone...</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Because you're right here in my <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>heart <3.</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>I MISS YOU SO MUCH!!!</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6309116949424950685?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-86500145469341397002009-05-10T20:30:00.004+08:002009-05-11T09:47:53.883+08:00HapPY MoThERs DaY!!!Celebrated mothers day in church today...well anyway...kinda...<br /><br />Today's sermon by Pastor Jerry was all about mother's love and how the Bible talked about how man and woman were created equally. He quoted examples from the Bible where Jesus "felt the energy flow out of him" when He was touched by a Samaritan prostitute (the lowliest of social outcasts of that time) and he healed her of her "skin desease". Quote:"...Go daughter of Abraham...your faith has made you well..." And with that P.Jerry elorated the point on how women are no less equal than men in the eyes of Jesus.<br />P. Jerry totally won the hearts of the ladies! XD<br /><br />And before I forget this saying I heard from somewhere...Let me just post it down here incase I might not get the chance ever again.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">"<strong>God</strong> created Eve from Adam's rib.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Not from his head so she can rule over him,</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">nor from his feet so he can trample her, but</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img class="gl_color_fg" alt="Text Color" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">from his side to be his constant companion,</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">under his arm to be protected by him,</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;">and close to his heart to be loved by him." </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">So guyz...love you girls as <strong>God</strong> has made them to be loved! ^^</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Anyway, back to mothersday "celebration" in church...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">When P.Jerry called out the youths from our snug little corner to join our mothers and pray for them as well as give them a special gift the church youth had made, I realised this was impossible for me T.T</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">*PS: for those of you who know why...good...for those of you who don't its cuz my mommy's not with me...><..ok lets leave it there.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Then I think Pastor must have spotted me giving everyone else the puppy-eye-look, so he called out "Hey Gideon, don't think you can run away from this! :)" and asked me to pray for an Indian lady in the church who didn't have her children with her then (I didn't ask why). So I stood beside her and prayed for her family, her wellbeing, health, may God's grace shine through her etcetc. Not that I mind praying for a complete stranger, I don't, but nonetheless it felt completely weird...Especially when P.Jerry makes a request out of the blue like this...Anyway, I was glad I did it, and was glad she allowed me to do it so freely. Because during that prayer it trully dawned to me how badly I missed my own mom, and that prayer helped me to pour out so many feelings I had inside me for who knows how many years. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Miss my mom...!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">On another topic...I finally got brave enough and asked <span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>her</strong> </span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">THE Question.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">With great response!!!!! :D:D:D </span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">But the details are our little secret. =)</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">For now, lets just be strong.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Though we're far apart, my heart feels closer to yours than ever... =)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Well guyz, that's all I'll be blogging for now. Its been a while since I typed so much.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>I CANT WAIT TO BE BESIDE YOU!</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-8650014546934139700?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-57709200950915428622009-05-07T16:06:00.006+08:002009-05-07T17:22:00.088+08:00Stesen Angkasapuri...Angkasapuri.Spent all of yesterday mornings ride to college thinking about something. Rather Someone actually...<br /><br />Had a few minutes to spare after my neighbour dropped me off at Angkasapuri KTM station, which is just opposite the RTM building somewhere in KL...<br /><br /><br />It always amazes myself what I can do with few minutes alone with my cam in hand..<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">ps* to Kim, I know I'll never beat your photography skills, but your pics have always inspired me to use my cammy more :)</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332996031256214434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SgKboo-YO6I/AAAAAAAAALU/YVmWoKeHXf4/s320/Image0317.jpg" border="0" />Radio Televisyen Malaysia building entrance...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">This is the KTM station at Angkasa.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332996044836640642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SgKbpbkNF4I/AAAAAAAAALs/V2SvcrTTr8E/s320/Image0322.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="right">To <span style="color:#ff0000;">Klang<<<</span><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333003361903092658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SgKiTVwyo7I/AAAAAAAAAME/0OZ6NATKRZY/s320/Image0316.jpg" border="0" />To <span style="color:#3333ff;">Penang>>></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332998258934038098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SgKdqTuKPlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-P65qK7EONQ/s320/Image0319.jpg" border="0" />one small step closer to <span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>>>>You<<< </strong></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332996038085706866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SgKbpCaqBHI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZFEAhI__gRY/s320/Image0320.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Everything seems to remind me of you...</span></div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332998262932470722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SgKdqinde8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/eOlVwygUs0Q/s320/Image0313.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">When's the next train there...?!<br /></span></span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-5770920095091542862?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-10046273818071890592009-05-07T15:50:00.002+08:002009-05-07T16:03:43.669+08:00Out of words.<span style="color:#66ff99;">I orgininally intended this to become a longer post.</span><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">But no matter how many times i tried to rephrase complicated the sentences...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Or how many different lenghty words I use,</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I </span><span style="color:#009900;">end up saying the same thing over and over again.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>I MISS YOU!</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-1004627381807189059?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-34754965567950365822009-04-30T11:50:00.000+08:002009-04-30T11:51:32.011+08:00Trading metal for wood.With reference to my playlist.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-3475496556795036582?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-77752289065165723912009-04-30T11:26:00.004+08:002009-04-30T11:38:19.515+08:00CoMp Lab Retard!<div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I AM NOT A CAM WHORE.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div>I'm just a retard. In the college computer lab. Snapping away at myself because someone specially special to my special self made a specially special request :D</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330322420245365762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sfkb__0GhAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YrYg84A-8Zk/s320/Image0288.jpg" border="0" />Wheee~<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330322940975517458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SfkceTr2DxI/AAAAAAAAALE/XM9f-jmlAcQ/s320/Image0289.jpg" border="0" />Wheeeeeeee~~<br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330322945602857794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/Sfkcek7Fq0I/AAAAAAAAALM/yp9mm0kWUd8/s320/Image0290.jpg" border="0" />Wheeeeeeeeeeeee~~~<br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">*See the retards? You do? Good. Takes one to know another. xD<br /></span><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-7775228906516572391?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-73149756864450181012009-04-23T10:24:00.006+08:002009-05-05T10:47:04.224+08:00Negative externalities costs opportunities.<span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;">To understand this irritatingly hard-to-understand post, we must first address the definitions of opportunity cost, and negative externalities. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;">1. Opportunity cost: The next best opportunity forgone when a descision is made,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;">2. Negative externalities: The true social cost imposed on a third party by the economic activities of others.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;">*Patience is not a virtue in my blog world. I will therefore spare the impatient from scrolling down from beyond this point.</span><br /><br />I draged myself to my first Economics test yesterday...<br /><br />[Although I was still recovering from bird-flu caused by over exposure to the growing population of chickens in the <span style="color:#ff0000;">G</span>arena Community (<span style="color:#ff0000;">edited: kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind chickens :D</span>) and the high-ness of passing my driving test on Monday, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">WITHOUT BRIBING MUAHAHAHAH</span> (eh...i forgot to blog about it?)]<br /><br />which I totally flunked I think, for to a number of reasons.<br /><br />The negative externaliy caused by over planning a long saught clan war, which, the opponent decided to chicken out, has taken its toll on a third party-me.<br /><br />The actual externality, which in this case, is bird-flu, has cost me my physical and mental wellbeing. Thus unable to study well enough to prepare for the test. Which consequently lead to the flunking~ I think~only time will tell~<br /><br />Thus, I have concluded that the opportunity cost of preparing for war with chickens is that I might have flunked the test.<br /><br />The end.<br /><br />Now I shall conduct a Cost Benefit Analysis to identify the true costs of what these chickens have put upon me, in hopes of putting a monatery value on these costs, which would, hopefully give me a clearer picture of how much damages I will claim against the chickens.<br /><br />See you in court chickens! See eeuuu in court!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">Ahhhh...Just like in a constipation....Crapping it out makes us feel allooooooooooot better doesn't it? XD</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-7314975686445018101?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-51678885386766953262009-04-16T08:01:00.002+08:002009-04-16T08:03:43.473+08:00Just another day being Gideon.<span style="font-size:85%;">Sigh...its tough!</span><br /><br />When all you can say is "<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>LOL</strong></span>!"<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>DO SO</strong></span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>LOL!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-5167888538676695326?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-67554510813175808022009-04-12T15:49:00.006+08:002009-05-05T10:22:33.205+08:00Meet The God Fathers.Doesn't get any cooler than this...<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SeGforXSZ9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/6QbsP7AgvhQ/s1600-h/BlackShirtGang1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323711755712620498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SeGforXSZ9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/6QbsP7AgvhQ/s320/BlackShirtGang1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323711763939354610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SeGfpKAsZ_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/_TVkWG7H2Yk/s320/BlackShirtGang3.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323711757691655426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SeGfoyvIFQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ce3ycDrt-go/s320/BlackShirtGang2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323711767570362898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SeGfpXiZMhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/P4z3Yh6E3Vc/s320/blackShirtGang5.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323711766387826290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SeGfpTIdHnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WpkgFOqd_Lc/s320/BlackShirtGang4.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">We are kiiiiiiiiiiiind lawyers :D</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6755451081317580802?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-87214416307237605322009-04-12T15:09:00.003+08:002009-04-12T15:40:25.821+08:00Easter+Baptism Sunday!Today is the day Jesus raised from the dead two thousand years ago...<br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">HALILUYA MY SAVIOUR LIVES!!!</span><br /><br />And! Today 6 people from my church got baptised too! AMEN! Wooots!<br />It took place behind behind the church where there was a little "pool"...although it looks more like an aquarium from where I can see it :D<br /><br />Took a vid of my friend Di'Shon accepting Christ. I so kaobeh... xD<br /><p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8d04cdf7defcd575" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d04cdf7defcd575%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B2D09721A2413D1CC6526B4BD6543DC0571CE8A.2216602F2A21556C94AB93CABE5BDEDD42F5E8D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d04cdf7defcd575%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg1g68SykxQGPPALtphCAr0UGylI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d04cdf7defcd575%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B2D09721A2413D1CC6526B4BD6543DC0571CE8A.2216602F2A21556C94AB93CABE5BDEDD42F5E8D4%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d04cdf7defcd575%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg1g68SykxQGPPALtphCAr0UGylI&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p>For those of you who don't understand, the "dunking" into the water is purely symbolic. Its a representation of the Christian belief of Christ's burial and ressurection. As Jesus died and was burried and 3 days later rose from the grave, as seen in this video, Shon "drowns" and rises from the water. In other words, it illustrates the person who was once a sinner being "reborn" and focused on God. Simply- a spiritual birthday. Happy Birthday Di' Shon and the others who were baptised! :)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-8721441630723760532?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-7446986481506699802009-04-12T14:59:00.004+08:002009-04-12T15:06:28.017+08:00PuppppeeeeeeehhhAwww cute white puppy found itself outside my house yesterday morning. Dunno why I feel so compelled to blog it, but yeah...<br /><br />Took a video of it :P<br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ba4603e6b31f39fd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dba4603e6b31f39fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D173764429DF20F76ABA86CF1CDC2CEEC94F6B2BC.3BEA119012060E3EBFD9D7A130CF9798CED8D485%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba4603e6b31f39fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU4-91ae8m2PdZtblJy2UCnAOsWk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dba4603e6b31f39fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D173764429DF20F76ABA86CF1CDC2CEEC94F6B2BC.3BEA119012060E3EBFD9D7A130CF9798CED8D485%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba4603e6b31f39fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU4-91ae8m2PdZtblJy2UCnAOsWk&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><p>Yeeerrrrrrr why did it have a leash on it!? Tak boleh curi liao...T.T Lucky pup~ </p><p>GGRRrrrrr I duno why I'm so mad now lol.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-744698648150669980?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-15275362500268285132009-04-01T11:20:00.003+08:002009-04-01T11:25:11.688+08:00ROCK OFF!!! \m/Just added a new playlist! Gadies and Lentlemen, I present you...<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">ROCK!</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">oh yeah plz do listen to Beelzeboss or just watch the whole friggin Tenacious D muvee. Its A.S.S.<br />Another Stupid Show. xD</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-1527536250026828513?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-64104194125615103612009-03-31T13:18:00.007+08:002009-03-31T21:54:58.653+08:00[LOTHAR]Brrrr! The comp lab here is like FREEZER!<br /><br />K anyway...where was I... Ah yes, enough of the driving dilemma.<br /><br />Read the horroscope today which presented me with nothing but bad omens. True, nonetheless.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319337545549780962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SdIVUIrkl-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/_SbBDQzK50w/s320/Image0271.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"Leo- You know what your standards are but recent unsettling events have raised questions about certain situations to which you hardly think about."<br /></span><br />Now I'm not a hardcore horroscope believer, but I guess I could relfect these words unto my own life now...which brings me to my next rant-about-topic <span style="color:#ff0000;">[LOTHAR]</span>. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319339159282465314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SdIWyETbOiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ixD3yb_7lAM/s320/%5BLOTHAR%5D.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">[L]</span>ife <span style="color:#ff0000;">[O]</span>n <span style="color:#ff0000;">[T]</span>he <span style="color:#ff0000;">[H]</span>igh <span style="color:#ff0000;">[A]</span>ction<span style="color:#ff0000;"> [R]</span>oad</span><br />Doesn't mean we don't have our share of "lows" and I guess thats only fair for any CS1.6 clan. </div><div></div><div>The past few weeks have indeed (according to my faithful horroscope) been nothing but a series of "unsettling" events within the clan.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>1. To name a few, we've had our new-potential member <span style="color:#6600cc;">[LOTHAR]Em0LuB-r0m </span>leave us...almost as quickly as he joined just last week, for reasons only he knows. We did sincerely put our hopes high on having a new addition to the family. Perhaps a little too high. Though we mourn the departure of our former comrad, [L]ife never stops. No matter what clan you may find yourself in, may we last forever in your memory, as you in ours.</div><div></div><div></div><div>*12 gun salute fires*</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>*moment of silence*</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>It has never been our nature to force people to join or stay in our clan. Nor do anything about it should one decide to leave. <strong>We honour the policy of our member's freedom in the game, regarding areas of speech, idea, expression, movement, loyalty, manner of conduct, and areas of the game which relate to real life as well, for that matter.</strong> Remember the spirit of [LOTHAR]. </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>2. Another pressing concern lately has been whether or not [LOTHAR] should purchase a clan card from Garena, making it an official CS1.6 clan. <span style="color:#3333ff;">[LOTHAR]LeoN </span>has been pressing the fact that things like recruitment will be much easier with the purchase of the clan card. I couldn't agree more. Just have to settle a few monetary issues first. Lol, but isn't that the job of the clan treasurer?</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>3. Clan wars. Perhaps one of the many factors that might have lead to the<span style="color:#cc33cc;"> r0m's</span> resignation is the fact that [LOTHAR] has been too much of a "peace loving" clan. Look I know you guyz are desperate for wars with -=EMTF=- and XtC, but look at the reality, how prepared are we for a decent winable war with these clans? I guess the blame falls on me. I should have taken more initiative to prepare and ask for war. Still not too late, make the clan card is our priority, and everything will fall into place. For the time being, lay low.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>4. <span style="color:#ff0000;">[LOTHAR]Ch3rrisM</span> v <em>T3ll3tubbies</em>. I don't really know how to elaborate on this issue concerning an argument between Zw3N and Tele. All I know is, people have been hating us for laughable reasons and IT HAS GOT TO STOP. I don't need to speak anymore of this. Settle it yourselves. I will deal with the Garena Public. </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>5. OUR NEW BLOG!!! WOOTS! <a href="http://www.lifeonthehigh.blogspot.com/">http://www.lifeonthehigh.blogspot.com/</a> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Sigh... I guess that brings about a closure for this ranting marathon. For those of you who are genuinely concerned, I feel much better after letting all this out, thank you. </div><div></div><div>Long live [LOTHAR]! </div><div>***</div><div><span style="color:#ffcc33;">[LOTHAR]PuppY~</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6410419412561510361?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-52303004261353404602009-03-31T10:38:00.005+08:002009-03-31T21:58:51.355+08:00etadpuActually, its "update", spelled backwards, because I've been feeling a little lost lately and a little light headed for the past chaoticly boring week...<br />So I need to rewind and take a look in the rear view mirror to see which pole I accidently hit...if it was JUST a pole.<br /><br />For those of you who aren't in the mood for random rantings, I emplore you NOT to scroll down.<br /><br />For those of you dare to, you're not allowed to sue me for any brain damage or psychiatric trauma caused by boredom.<br /><br />FIRST up...this week's, (and last's), [and future's] driving lessons have been excrutiating.<br /><br />Dates with my driving instructor Mr. Alex Soo always start out well, but end with a sour face, for both of us. He has this uncany ability to over estimate his students experience and tends to think we already know everything before he even teaches us.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319350636617434866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SdIhOItUhvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/A1D3hUemdpc/s320/Image0218.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />On our 5th lesson he finally decided to start training me in the Shah Bandar circuit. So he totally assumed I could do everything on my own. Yeash~ including the frigging slope.<br /><br /><br /><br />It happened like this:<br /><br />1. I charged up the slope at 20kmph<br /><br />2. Thinking I was supose to stop the car exactly in between the poles.<br /><br />3. Before the first pole, he yanked hard on the hand brake.<br /><br />4. I lurched forward and almost hit my head.<br /><br />5. Thought I was gonna see the airbag (if there was any)<br /><br />6. "OI! DIN I TELL U TO STOP BEFORE THE POLE? Seeeeee! Seeee! aiyooo look outside the window la! OI wind the window with your RIGHT HAND LA! LEFT HAND ON THE STICK! har...har ok put your head outside and see see! Tyre inside yellow line? ok now angkat tangan!"<br /><br />7. "ok..."<br /><br /><br /><br />Geez...Don't tell me what to do, SHOW me what to do la next time!<br /><br /><br /><br />Rolled down the slope, thats when I saw CF and Kelvin waving Hiiii....! Oh pleasent surprise! But any kinda surprise was made unpleasent due to the stressfulness of the situation.<br /><br /><br /><br />Parking and 3 Point turn were hell rides also. 3 Point turn being the lesser of the evils. CF and Kelvin had to see me being trash canned by my driving instructor. I take pity on your eyes...I hope no trauma has been caused. Didn't mean to ignore you guyz then...but I was concentrating xD. Geez...my first time lolz...spare a thought for the virgin OKAY!?!? Dammit...<br /><br />On the way back, we met a REAL slope. The ramp from KeSas highway to Bandar Botanic. A chance to relive my nightmare except in a real life situation. What more can I ask for? This time I crawled up the slope...I had a real fear that the driving instructor was gonna pull the brake and send me flying out the wind screen. Suddenly saw a striped pole infront of me. OH GAWD! Looked again...Oh just a traffic light. Oh it turned <span style="color:#ff0000;">red</span>. Oh time to stop. Clutch. Brake. I pulled the hand brake. Free gear. Okay, sit back and relax.<br /><br />Oh it turned green. Time to go. Clutch. Gear 1. Press oil. Eh, Gear 1 not engaged. Gear 1. EH??? WHY WONT THE GEAR MOVE? GEAR ONE! CMON!!! GEAR ONE GEAR ONE GEAR ONE GEAR ONE GEAR ONE GEAR ONE!!! OH Crap the truck infront of me is moving away! SHEET! I'm gonna get rammed from behind and I'm gonna dieeee! OI WHY WONT THE GEAR MOVE? TEKAN CLUTCH 99! STILL STUCK?!?! Mr. Alex gave me a stupendous look. There was a sense of awe in it, like..."wow...look at this idiot...amazing!".Asked me to press the clutch again, then he tried the gear. Nope, din't work. Yay we're going to heaven! Then he himself started panic. Nope he didn't want to see heaven so soon. So he started yanking on the gear stick with both hands. He looked as if he was trying to strangle some wild animal with mad cow disease. Or having some hardcore masturbation excersise with the gear stick. Either way, it was kinda fascinating to watch the usually calm and cool instructor go into a frenzy of trying to take out the gear box. Just when we thought he killed the gear, he tried a nastier approach, he started slapping the gear stick. Great...the gear stick has evolved from a wild beast into a badly behaved human child. *<span style="color:#ff0000;">spank spank spank</span>!* went Mr. Alex. Suddenly, the gear box kicked back into action! Woots! I shifted into gear 1 and squashed the accelerator. When I released the hand brake the car screamed up the ramp and down the slope. Me and Mr Alex shared a moment of silence.<br />"so...what went wrong with the gear stick..."<br />"old car."<br />lol?<br /><br />Phew...Okay....</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319350632313465842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SdIhN4rLK_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NfOr34JhQE4/s320/Image0216.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Jesus take the wheel</span>~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-5230300426135340460?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-21381522981416973202009-03-17T12:44:00.003+08:002009-03-17T13:02:07.228+08:00The Deer Hunter...<span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Cavatina.</em></span><br /><br />I fell in love with this song the first time I heard it being played live in a music school and have eversince been hunting for its many versions.<br /><br />Xue Fei-Yang's version is the one of the best and has remained one of my favorites for some time now.<br /><br />The video also includes a short interview with the master herself. Be sure not to miss it!<br /><br />Enjoy :)<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bcV2UIGFu60&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bcV2UIGFu60&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />PS*Bragging*: Some of you may know I played this on stage a year back. But I'd be happy just to be half as good as her. :D<br /><br />Hope you liked it!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-2138152298141697320?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-39081424834321361532009-03-12T20:32:00.009+08:002009-03-13T10:18:40.680+08:00D DAY.*Look...I'm reeeaaaally emo today so I'll make it brief.* <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Morning started at LeoN's house. Hitched a ride in his mum's car to school, which felt like a trip to the slaughter house. *mooooo...*<br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SbkC4issGNI/AAAAAAAAAII/AZTwUvmlh8w/s1600-h/Image0229.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312280405870385362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SbkC4issGNI/AAAAAAAAAII/AZTwUvmlh8w/s320/Image0229.jpg" border="0" /></a> Behold the slaughter house~</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Met up with old buddies and "brudders and systers"...*nice knowing you guyz..Its an honour dying beside you*</div><br /><div>The blood bath started at 10:45 AM.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312287723182133650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SbkJidzwkZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KLLZ-3E202A/s320/Image0230.jpg" border="0" />Us...sitting in corner getting sliced up by little pieces of paper. *CHOP CHOP CHOP*<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312280417449969650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SbkC5N1eh_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/wtA2unGXx8Y/s320/Image0231.jpg" border="0" />Down came the knife. *SWISH*</div><div><br /></div><div>Had a glimpse of:<br />2A1<br />1A2<br />4B3<br />3C6<br />1D7<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>before I passed out.</div><div><br /></div><div>*Those you you who want to laugh and kick me while I'm down, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE.*</div><div>Yea go ahead, I'll wait till your done.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>-------------</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Done? No? KK...Give you somemore time to laugh.</div><div>-</div><div>--</div><div>---</div><div>----</div><div>-----</div><div>----</div><div>---</div><div>--</div><div>-.-</div><div>OK. Stop. Thx. </div><div></div><div>Here's the deal.</div><div>If I was expecting this kinda results I won't be as emo as I am right now.</div><div>But I wasn't. </div><div>ANYHOW I made a vow that no matter what results I got, it won't affect my college life.</div><div>I plan to keep that vow.</div><div></div><div>Right after the slaughter me and my "brudders" chilled out in JJ...which was basicly a substitute for heaven, since we knew we couldn't get there after dying such horrible deaths.</div><div>Had lunch in Igentis/Bing Dian...<br />main course? Wounds.</div><div>For us to lick.</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312302232625353970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SbkWvBsmFPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rqODl87d8tI/s320/Image0232.jpg" border="0" />Now at least you can say:"Aww...c'mon I did really bad! But at least Gideon did worse." Haha...If it makes you feel better, fire away~<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312282093606031650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SbkEayAOUSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/i60wd8_GV0U/s320/Image0241.jpg" border="0" /> ShiN and LeoN:"Wow...even the RM120 bill seems much better than that other piece of paper!"<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312282093051708802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SbkEav8EBYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CBZepl2u9EE/s320/Image0240.jpg" border="0" /> "yeaaah....Keep the change, waiter..."<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312282082620953410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SbkEaJFLU0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/rWYq0bB0hOY/s320/Image0238.jpg" border="0" /> Chong Hoong and Sam:"Say no to SPM!!!"<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312282077285680530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SbkEZ1NJhZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OeEi2Jwrt9s/s320/Image0235.jpg" border="0" /> Anwar-Ma-Ibrahim:"I hereby declare SPM is more dangerous than ISA...we should abolish it!"<br /></div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312280418800599122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SbkC5S3fgFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qSnf8vJWyaI/s320/Image0233.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Khang Wei:" The Dhalai Lama agree. SPM tarnishes the soul...follow me..and you will find eternal happiness."</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312282072065605298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SbkEZhwlfrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ewwm_sFJzMA/s320/Image0234.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>ShiN:"Yea whatever..."</div><div></div></div><div><div>One of the more depressing meals I've had to swallow in my life...</div><div>Nevermind...luckly theres some popcorn at the cinema to compansate.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Later we watched Love Matters. Indeed it does. too bad, none for me today. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>I'm seriously not in the mood to elaborate the rest of the day. Visit <a href="http://www.november-wakes.blogspot.com/">LeoN's blog</a> for a more details about the day and Love Matters movie. GoGoGo...</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>PS: Now you may continue laughing.</div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-3908142483432136153?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-16236146035150130232009-03-08T10:14:00.004+08:002009-03-08T17:09:36.196+08:00The time has come...<span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">OMG</span> <span style="color:#ffff33;">OMG</span> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">OMG</span>!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">National Screwvice</span> second batch name list is out!!! ~With my name on it! @.@<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310738735341573170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SbOIvgbxFDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QuX2wNgDG60/s320/PLKN.JPG" border="0" /><br />Although I knew a long time ago that this day would finally come, but somehow coming face to face with the "golden ticket" brings home the reality. It freaks me out @.@!</p><p>Okok...no need to panic...I've prepared for this day since the day it could be prepared for :D Time to use my secret weapon that'll save me from <span style="color:#ffcc33;">abduction</span> by the <span style="color:#cc0000;">evil</span>-<span style="color:#666600;">tyranous</span>-<span style="color:#006600;">malicious</span>-<span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:78%;">malaysian</span> government</span>.<br /><br />Tada! Behold my letter of EXEMPTION! A.K.A. my salvation to a <span style="color:#ffff00;">blissful</span>-<span style="color:#33ff33;">uninterupted</span>-<span style="color:#33ffff;">retarded</span>-<span style="color:#6600cc;">nirvanical</span> college life at <span style="color:#ffff33;">Bricky's</span>.<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310738728818216802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SbOIvIIej2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/3_ULrDNXC_g/s320/Image0211.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310738733408266610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SbOIvZO1KXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HfY3t0YeTFA/s320/Image0214.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">My letter of exemption...Everything check!</span></em><br /><br />Lots of people ask me what excuse I'll be giving.<br />Well here it is: I've done a medical checkup by a gevernment hospital and the doctors told me I have a "<span style="color:#ff0000;">mild microcytic hypochromic anaemia</span>". Which is basicly a small deficiency of iron in the red blood cells. Which acounts for my <span style="font-size:85%;">not-so-big body</span> size. For those of you who wish me dead, I'm sorry but this condition doesn't kill me :D<br /><br />Ok anyway...my dad will be sending the letter to the PLKN call counter in KL on Tuesday. Hopefully they'll pass me through so I can live my life. I'm going to church and driving later...Ciao!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-1623614603515013023?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-1776582283364314822009-03-03T11:03:00.003+08:002009-03-05T09:19:42.329+08:00I take pity on your ears...By adding a new playlist!<br /><br />Lo and Behold~ some of my favorite guitar hits! Those that I can only dream of playing XD<br /><br />Anyway there's one song that I couldn't find and put on my playlist, but here's a video of it :D<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddn4MGaS3N4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddn4MGaS3N4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-177658228336431482?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-34403097795243002522009-03-01T13:02:00.003+08:002009-03-01T13:13:22.775+08:00MY FIRST GUITAR VIDEO!This is my first homemade guitar video recorded by my cam phone. Just wanted to test the sound recording quality (which, to my dissapointment, is bad) ><'''<br /><br />The name of this piece is Romance de Amor~<br />I recorded this piece impromptu, that is with almost no practice, which I thought would be giving myself a challenge :P<br /><br />The result? You tell me! XP<br /><br />Enjoy (:<br /><br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9de0534b728fb657" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9de0534b728fb657%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8608E8CA98A381AD2492482B247D436588EDC88C.25FC4014C6A43F6DD0C4BB42CF9E91863F9E4B56%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9de0534b728fb657%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyT_WxYFPG3Y88pCvHPksmWzbgwE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9de0534b728fb657%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8608E8CA98A381AD2492482B247D436588EDC88C.25FC4014C6A43F6DD0C4BB42CF9E91863F9E4B56%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9de0534b728fb657%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyT_WxYFPG3Y88pCvHPksmWzbgwE&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-3440309779524300252?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-68776545495253472322009-02-26T12:17:00.005+08:002009-02-28T22:33:32.488+08:00Maximum crap; Minimum time.Was what I learned to do during our first business studies presentation.<br /><br />As some of you might not know, (which most normal people do), <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Media Prima</span> is a <span style="color:#339999;">Booooo000oooring</span> company to talk about.<br />Except for the fact that Fly FM is one of their many "sub-companies".<br />And maybe because our group talked about it :)<br /><br />The show went as such~<br /><br />Coordinator and Mouse Clicker- <span style="color:#ff0000;">Mei Yen</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br />"Hosts"- <span style="color:#3333ff;">Leon D.</span> and <span style="color:#6600cc;">Jeradyne</span><br /><br />Presentators- <span style="color:#ffff33;">Angel</span>, <span style="color:#33ff33;">Rajveen</span>, Kelvin, <span style="color:#ffcc33;">Justin/Timberlake/Park Leng</span><br /><br />Fly/Hot FM Promo Retard- <span style="color:#ffffff;">Gideon</span> (me...)<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-17e2cfe06e79852d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D17e2cfe06e79852d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FEAB3EFA1BB2B7627D56E5C18B41C3E23EB3C82.61E82A46BA35966A67F0989B5ED861417F5B4F5E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D17e2cfe06e79852d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Duu4dYLpnzUxxYlmrhup3sJjE9pY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D17e2cfe06e79852d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FEAB3EFA1BB2B7627D56E5C18B41C3E23EB3C82.61E82A46BA35966A67F0989B5ED861417F5B4F5E%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D17e2cfe06e79852d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Duu4dYLpnzUxxYlmrhup3sJjE9pY&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-86d1f86443447a6c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D86d1f86443447a6c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4258537B6FD854E0E57B9EF26364BD56CACD1536.5FF289E4B5EDCF7DC7204524A2868367167B2CE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D86d1f86443447a6c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5Marf-Jn630UtRC-DCqPbwyvi6s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D86d1f86443447a6c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4258537B6FD854E0E57B9EF26364BD56CACD1536.5FF289E4B5EDCF7DC7204524A2868367167B2CE9%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D86d1f86443447a6c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5Marf-Jn630UtRC-DCqPbwyvi6s&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br />Well here are the vids! Credits to Fook Hoi for recording them :)<br /><br />Anyway here's <a href="http://www.fookix.blogspot.com/">Daisy's blog</a> incase you want the same video on a different blog! Haha! *lame~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6877654549525347232?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-66178658049270572642009-02-20T21:08:00.004+08:002009-02-20T22:33:24.286+08:00Teluk Gadung... IS GETTING DANGEROUS!!!<div>Human blood is a rare sight...unless you work in a hospital as an E.R. nurse...or its that time of the month again for the female of the species =X<br /><div><br /><div>Okay anyway...Hitched a ride with Leon D. today to Teluk Gadung station. Guess what we found there? </div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">blood...</span><br /></em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304875733370111154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SZ60X4EdhLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/98RIVUGdfRg/s320/Image0203.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><div><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">bloood...</span></em><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304875728444845666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SZ60XluL7mI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2qOXfIVg9eQ/s320/Image0202.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">blooood...</span></em><br /></div></span><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304875730670449538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SZ60XuAz84I/AAAAAAAAAHE/sk5RnPN9RRI/s320/Image0201.jpg" border="0" />and more<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>BLOOD</strong>!</span></span> and a handbag strap! Eureka~<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304875720519865986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SZ60XIMuVoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RrNTVbjMK7o/s320/Image0198.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>60 second Observation: This blood trail stretched for aproximately...100 meters all the way from the waiting bench(es) to the ticket counter. Guessing from the blood spray at the crime scene...the victim was probably stabbed or slashed. The broken handbag strap suggests she was robbed then stabbed. Or stabbed, then robbed.</p><p>Whatever the case, she must have loved her handbag very much. Even over her own life, to have fought for it. Too bad she saved the wrong part of the handbag. ><'''</p><p>(And too bad she didn't have an AK-47 with her or at least a 9 MM glock sidearm)</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304884517723227474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 53px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SZ68XMVcxVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/L56VYUnyygg/s320/AK+47.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304884514711536530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SZ68XBHaA5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kr09ZDv0-ds/s320/glock.jpg" border="0" />Hmmm...freaky isn't it? Never knew Klang was becoming more and more unstayable...sigh...I have to get at least a pepper spray for self defence soon~<br /><br />PS: Leon D...I can assuuuuuure you, <span style="color:#ff0000;">pontianaks</span> DONT wear handbags. xD<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6617865804927057264?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-69368607946304222572009-02-14T13:47:00.005+08:002009-02-14T13:54:48.474+08:00Haiz...Kesian...kesian...<br />Spending yet another <span style="color:#ff99ff;">V</span>alentines at home.<br />Bah well, a date with the computer can't be that bad right?<br /><br />*hugs cpu*<br /><br />*blow kisses monitor*<br /><br />*strokes the mouse*<br /><br />*whispers intimately to the speakers*<br /><br />*smells the microphone*<br /><br />*lights a candle on the computer table*<br /><br />*utter silence...*<br /><br />*sigh...*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6936860794630422257?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-59504487314723081052009-02-07T20:57:00.002+08:002009-02-08T12:41:00.590+08:00I AM A C!"<span style="color:#6600cc;">C</span>" for what?<br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">C</span>-Chosen<br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">C</span>-Christian<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">C</span>-Conquerers!<br /><br />What a cool new theme for my good ol' <span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>Kwang Hua Christian Union</strong></span>!<br />So yesterday the "Datuks and Datins" of CU came back to visit CU and to usher in the Form One newbies. Kim thought it would be nice for them to "play us...or play ON us" XD<br /><br />The day began when I dropped by LeoN's house around 7a.m. and later went to ShiN's place at around 8a.m. Watched him play Counter Strike and Prince of Persia...(really cool graphics).<br /><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY5bvxy9SvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3WmBKmEUHqE/s1600-h/Image0172.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274687840701170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY5bvxy9SvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3WmBKmEUHqE/s320/Image0172.jpg" border="0" /></a> ShiN~and his naked CPU..xD</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Okay anyway, back to the topic...So the "Datuks" were represented by Me, LeoN, Chi Chung, Sam, and Turk. While the "Datins" were represented by Guan Lin. Sayang Cally couldn't make it I heard :(</div><div> </div><div></div><div> Slide show presentation by Gary~</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274699406942802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY5bwc4kIlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ciK5UXcMxQk/s320/Image0176.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274699609797986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY5bwdo7dWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/oISRNlwMSsg/s320/Image0174.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Praise and Worship led by Kelly and Joyce...Tak nampak muka Joyce ><</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274704463891906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY5bwvuPDcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XUBux60QfUc/s320/Image0177.jpg" border="0" /> En You as the game coordinator...Fun and retarded games! I LIKE! XD<br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274707482126322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY5bw691p_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/nMs3LxdjTUY/s320/Image0178.jpg" border="0" />Wish I had taken more pics~ But had alot of unpleasent disstractions here and there...so...thats all folks! Till then...I AM A "<span style="color:#6600cc;">C</span>"!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-5950448731472308105?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-44066582916924666012009-02-07T20:16:00.007+08:002009-02-07T20:53:51.423+08:00Stop and Stare!<div><div><div><div><div><div>Stare at who? Oh its the "threesome" as Kelvin calls it. But its more like a "foursome" I feel, but not everyone can be seen in the pictures at all times because we gotta take turns and be the camera man! XD So...you decide la! </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY2Cnq7HSqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9wTeSnjIy_c/s1600-h/Image0170.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300035954533681826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY2Cnq7HSqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9wTeSnjIy_c/s320/Image0170.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Ohoh look guyz! FOOK HOY IS EATING LUNCH OMG! The world must be coming to an end! HAHA :P<br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY1_y52LmGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ND4vd541s-c/s1600-h/Image0169.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300032848983201890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY1_y52LmGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ND4vd541s-c/s320/Image0169.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Aww he's just being shy cuz we never seen him eat lunch before! Oh yeah and here's a few pictures we took at lunch break(which was like 2 hours long after Msia Studies class).</div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#33ccff;">STARRING</span>-<span style="color:#666600;">THE ROCK</span></div><div><span style="color:#33ccff;">CO STARRING</span>-THE AWESOME <span style="color:#ff0000;">F</span><span style="color:#ffff00;">O</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">U</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">R</span>SOME LUNCH BUDIES! xD</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY2BuS7cF1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/l-SNE6PYrFI/s1600-h/DSC00053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300034968840050514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY2BuS7cF1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/l-SNE6PYrFI/s320/DSC00053.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY2BuglWCiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8fkCW7XLAIE/s1600-h/DSC00054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300034972505475618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY2BuglWCiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8fkCW7XLAIE/s320/DSC00054.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY2Bw68zZoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OxYyZ-ZDdeE/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG"></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY2Bw68zZoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OxYyZ-ZDdeE/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300035013942929026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY2Bw68zZoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OxYyZ-ZDdeE/s320/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY2BwVBICOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5ZwGJlFXXpw/s1600-h/DSC00929.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300035003760511202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY2BwVBICOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5ZwGJlFXXpw/s320/DSC00929.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY2BxNd08YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-vj0eNr6qOE/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300035018913280386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SY2BxNd08YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-vj0eNr6qOE/s320/DSC00928.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>This was somewhere outside KL Sentral. But there weren't many people to stare at us so...anyway, like we give a damn? HAHA!</div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-4406658291692466601?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-6889032131715746262009-02-04T18:48:00.008+08:002009-02-04T19:32:36.291+08:00Both came knocking.<em>Who?</em><br /><em></em><br />On one hand-an <span style="color:#ffffff;">angel</span>.<br /><br />On the other hand-<span style="color:#ff0000;">Satan</span>.<br /><br />Both came knocking up my front door.<br /><br />On the same day.<br /><br />For now, <span style="color:#ff0000;">Satan</span> is winning. He strives to destroy my new found life and whatever remnant of my ethicity. "Behold..." he said, "The bastardization of Gideon's future begins."<br /><br />While the <span style="color:#ffffff;">angel</span> can only sit and weep and mourn at my loss. <em>Hugging its knees in silence. For no words can come... </em><br /><br />And me??? All I can say is,<strong> I'm friggin used to this shit</strong>. After tasting <span style="color:#006600;">bile</span> all my life, even the <span style="color:#339999;">foulest air</span> seems<em> too</em> sweet to bare.<br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Grinding axes</span> and <span style="color:#666666;">picking bones</span> with people all my life has become a hobby.<br /><br />Behold the definition of<br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>VENDETTA</strong></span><br />A feud (pronounced <a title="Wikipedia:IPA for English" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English">/ˈfjuːd/</a>) (referred to in more extreme cases as a blood feud or vendetta) is a long-running argument or fight between parties—often, through <a class="mw-redirect" title="Guilt by association" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guilt_by_association">guilt by association</a>, groups of people, especially <a title="Family" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family">families</a> or <a title="Clan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clan">clans</a>. Feuds begin because one party (correctly or incorrectly) perceives itself to have been attacked, insulted or wronged by another. Intense feelings of <a title="Resentment" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Resentment">resentment</a> trigger the initial <a title="Revenge" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Revenge">retaliation</a>, which causes the other party to feel equally aggrieved and vengeful. The dispute is subsequently fuelled by a long-running <a title="Cycle" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cycle">cycle</a> of retaliatory <a title="Violence" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Violence">violence</a>. This continual cycle of provocation and retaliation makes it extremely difficult to end the feud peacefully. 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a sin Vengeance is a sin Vengeance is a sin Vengeance is a sin Vengeance is a sin Vengeance is a sin Vengeance is a sin<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"><strong>~*AMEN*~</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-688903213171574626?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-80745210771540720332009-02-03T16:24:00.003+08:002009-02-03T19:15:39.918+08:00Random.Yay! Todays the first day of "<em>class</em>" at Brickfields and "<em>class</em>" is over early! An hour early infact...<br /><br />So now I'm hanging out at the computer lab just downstairs with Mei Yen, decided to blog, so here I am! TADA! haha...<br /><br />Hoy, Kelvin and Jugmeet are hanging out in the library just next door. While Leon...Oh yeah why is he even here today? Just found out he's taking the normal route(3 subjects) instead of the express route ( 2 subjects) so that means he'll be coming on tuesdays for Business studies as well. Yay! Another transport problem settled~<br /><br />Oh yeah...heads-up guyz, there might be a possible sequel of "Left is right. Right is wrong"...Just predicted another <span style="color:#ff9900;">emo</span><span style="color:#990000;"> emo</span> phase approaching~ No thx to <span style="color:#ff0000;">Kelvin</span>, again!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-8074521077154072033?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-63481897868343171182009-01-31T16:38:00.018+08:002009-02-01T18:10:05.194+08:00Once upon a time...there was 5s6...Oh wait.<br />There still <strong>is</strong>!!! :D <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>WOOT!!! CNY class reunion party yesterday was AWESOME! I mean, what more can you ask for when you hang out with your old high school budies?<br />-crash party at the class teacher's house</div><div>-have a nice sit down meal</div><div>-pulling off totally whacked out/retarded/kung fu-driving stunts</div><div>-getting lost<br />-missing THREE near fatal car accidents</div><div>-gambling-me watching<br />-ang pau marathon-ing<br />-chilling out on the couches of 9 different houses </div><div>-drinking too much....shandy and wintermellon juice</div><div>-and pulling the car out of a longkang</div><div><br /></div><div>Woah... I've just realised how MUCH elaboration all that adds up to. Bah... anyhow, I'll try my best to make it only a little bit boring :) Here goes~</div><div></div><div>The day started when Alex picked me up at my house at around 11.20 am in his aunt's Kelisa. (As soon as I stepped into the car, Leon's message arrived asking where our driver was. Good timing!) </div><div><br /></div><div>Took me a while to notice that his car doesn't have a "P" license sticker. At that very moment we were passing a police roadblock. Not a normal one...me and Alex noticed the heavy fire arms they were carrying. Eg: MP5 Navy Submachine Gun.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYRKNBPae1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/cyvr6bKJjK0/s1600-h/MP5+navy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297440649226386258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYRKNBPae1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/cyvr6bKJjK0/s320/MP5+navy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>I'd love to take a picture of em, but afraid that they might start shooting or break my phone ><</div><div><br /></div><div>Picked up Leon after that road block. Then got lost in town for almost an hour because somebody gave the wrong dirrections-me. Oh but blame the jam also! :P<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We later made a rendezvous with 2 other cars at the ESSO station opposite KP and made a beeline for Pn.Tan-our ex-class teacher's house. The journey was...HOOOLYCRAP....YOU SHOULD SEE HOW ALEX DRIVES!!!! @.@! WHATS WITH THE CRAZY SWIRVES AND KISSING OTHER CARS ASSES?! YOU ALMOST GOT US ALL KILLED MAN!!! LETS DO IT AGAIN! :P lol...</div><div><br /></div><div>Now I dont have any pictures of Alex dodging oncoming cars or going at 100Kmph over speed bumps. But I do have a picture of him attemping to kiss Teck car's ass...later he hoped out of the car at a traffic light and started chatting with Teck in the middle of the road. lol?</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVGi2UlUqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o-7B1nAB_FI/s1600-h/Image0111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297718101182599842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVGi2UlUqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o-7B1nAB_FI/s320/Image0111.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We were practically only<em><span style="color:#ff0000;"> one inch</span></em> away from claiming insurance from each other xD</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway we survived the journey and made it to Pn Tan's house. Let the ang pau marathon begin :) Upon arrival we realised we weren't the first ones there. Turns out TWO MORE other cars from our class arrived there earlier! So now in total, we had a convoy of five cars and about 20 peeps! :D</div><div><br /></div><div>So we sat a little, drank a little, ate a little and played cards a little until teacher realised the only way to chase us out was to give us our ang paus!<br />WOOTS! With ang paus collected, it was mission accomplished and return to positions~</div><div><br /></div><div>Ohoh, but now everyone was getting kinda hungry so we decided to have lunch at Shu Ling's family restaurant and asked her to recommend some dishes.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was a nice place, spacious, classy, your typical sit down chinese restaurant with big round tables, except that they have a few HUGE 9 foot long freshwater fish there called <span style="color:#ff6600;">Arapaima</span>..googled it! swt! yaya I love fish! </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVOOeTvboI/AAAAAAAAADE/Z0UWXDk0-mw/s1600-h/arapaima-diver-ga.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297726547232255618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVOOeTvboI/AAAAAAAAADE/Z0UWXDk0-mw/s320/arapaima-diver-ga.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Joe wanted to eat it and thought he could order it. Turns out they were pets LOL.</div><div>So we sat down, Shu Ling took our orders, while bossing the workers around. "OI POUR TEA FOR THEM! THEY ARE V.I.P.S!!!" xD </div><div>Didn't take long for the dishes to arrive!</div><div>CIAO TIME! </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVQ4XeXuuI/AAAAAAAAADM/khXemYzpeZc/s1600-h/Image0114.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297729465975552738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVQ4XeXuuI/AAAAAAAAADM/khXemYzpeZc/s320/Image0114.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVQ4a9L1LI/AAAAAAAAADU/91UR5yPtAH8/s1600-h/Image0112.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297729466910102706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVQ4a9L1LI/AAAAAAAAADU/91UR5yPtAH8/s320/Image0112.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Wheee! Lou yee sang can be so fun with 40 chopsticks! XD (KHang Wei's chopsticks flew across the table and landed on Clement lol!)<br />The rest of the meal was nice too. Marmite Pork(babi), prawn in a basket, kampung kangkung(Alex's order), Chicken with crackers, spicy squid, fish(not the Arapaima), and tea. I'll give a thumbs up for the service. ;) </div><div></div><div>I think the bill came up to a total of RM469, but divided by 20 people it came up to less than RM20, so kinda worth it. Oh and I managed to catch this pic of Leon counting the dollars :P</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVU23vD1kI/AAAAAAAAADc/NvaPPSxBz8c/s1600-h/Image0116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297733838322259522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVU23vD1kI/AAAAAAAAADc/NvaPPSxBz8c/s320/Image0116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>I duno why it is, but its kinda funny xD</div><div>Oh and heres the the group picture of the whole bunch of us!</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVVR_YW8uI/AAAAAAAAADk/MyIE3VeUmpk/s1600-h/Image0117.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297734304230994658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVVR_YW8uI/AAAAAAAAADk/MyIE3VeUmpk/s320/Image0117.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Badly possed indeed! @.@</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVWK0ou9eI/AAAAAAAAADs/K_EPkjrfZlk/s1600-h/Image0115.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297735280599430626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVWK0ou9eI/AAAAAAAAADs/K_EPkjrfZlk/s320/Image0115.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>ShiN being a retard and dancing around my back in the restaurant...so i pulled out my cam and snapped a pic of him before he could dodge...what retards we truly are! :D</div><div><br /></div><div>Alright, after the meal, we went house hopping, A.K.A ang pau raiding marathon...</div><div></div><div>I dont exactly recall the sequence of which the 8 or 9 houses we went to... but I think this was roughly how it was. Pn.Tan, Khang Wei, Shu Ling, Wei Kit, Keat, Ah Kiam, ShiN, Joe Way, Kai Hwang, and lastly Alex. Oh wait... that makes 11 houses!</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVWLDpTmVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Os_LVwFLETc/s1600-h/Image0118.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297735284628363602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVWLDpTmVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Os_LVwFLETc/s320/Image0118.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>Shin retarding...but I look more retarded. LOL.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVWLPaZ4XI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WBRwVybrpsM/s1600-h/Image0121.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297735287787086194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVWLPaZ4XI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WBRwVybrpsM/s320/Image0121.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>ShiN, LeoN, me in Keat's house..err, no comment!</div><div>Man! Time flies when when you're collecting ang paus or being overdosed on <span style="color:#cc9933;">shandy </span>and <span style="color:#ffff33;">packet drinks!</span> @.@ </div><div><br /></div><div>So all of a sudden, we realised it was <span style="color:#ffffff;">night.</span> At that moment we were leaving Kai Hwang's place.</div><div>Alex pulled his car into reverse and...</div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>*BANG!!!*</strong></span></div><div>A <span style="color:#000099;">thud</span>, then that weird <em><span style="color:#33cc00;">sinking feeling</span></em>, literally...</div><div>Afraid it was gonna blow up, I bailled out of the car ASAP and looked back.</div><div>Then I saw what really happened. The front left tyre of the car fitting snugly into a hole half a foot wide, but about 10 feet deep.</div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVsI0cTd1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/WOfw67VKquQ/s1600-h/Image0124.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297759435443369810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVsI0cTd1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/WOfw67VKquQ/s320/Image0124.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVsKZE9oNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FURokV70KN8/s1600-h/Image0125.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297759462457450706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVsKZE9oNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FURokV70KN8/s320/Image0125.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVsLc36ZxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Tsb2UDvPhWA/s1600-h/Image0126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297759480656324370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVsLc36ZxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Tsb2UDvPhWA/s320/Image0126.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Grrreeeeeeeeeaaaat.... now were stuck in the middle of the night in a deserted taman...the only signs of life we saw were lights from Kai Hwang's place opposite the street, but there was no one at home except him. LOL!</div><div>Guess we're on our own. <span style="color:#ffffff;">So we tried <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">yanking</span></strong> and <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">pulling</span></strong> and <strong><span style="color:#990000;">lifting</span></strong> and <strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">gunning the accelerator</span> </strong>but to no avail ><</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Then we found a hydraulic jack in the back of the car! :D</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">so we called upon our group's Herculeses-Clement and Thuan Thee, ex-Police Cadets to crank up the hydraulic jack and the car was eventually lifted from the </span><span style="color:#006600;"><em>bottomless pit</em>~</span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">CHEERS TO THE POLICE</span></strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">!</span> (I luv you MP5 Navys :P)</div><div></div><div>Oh yeah before we move on, heres a picture of Khang Wei pretending to help out. He insisted I put this up somewhere...so cheers to Khang Wei~ </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVsLt69qaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GY2eXnIN4SQ/s1600-h/Image0128.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297759485232523682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SYVsLt69qaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GY2eXnIN4SQ/s320/Image0128.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>SWT~~~</div><div></div><div>Okay moving on :D it was getting kinda late already so I had only time to visit one more house before I went home :(</div><div>So last stop, ALEX's! </div><div> </div><div></div><div>lol...the stop at his house was probably a record... we were basicly there just to get our ang paus and ciao! So it became more of a drive-through...</div><div>"HI AUNTIE! <span style="color:#ff0000;">GONG XI FA CHAI</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">HAPPY NEW YEAR</span> <span style="color:#ffff00;">SHEN TI JIAN KANG!</span> <span style="color:#ffffcc;">BYE!</span>"</div><div>It was pretty damn rude... but his mom didn't seem to mind...so...neither did we la. Sorry! But we're really in a hurry! </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Well that was basicly the end of our CNY reunion celebration. At least for my part :)</div><div>Alex dropped me off at my place but rejoinned the rest of the gang for another late night stake out at Sino. Heard that ShiN and Alex owning the whole CC...? </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Bah! anyway, thats not mine to tell. Perhaps Shin or Lex or the rest of you guyz can blog an account of what happened after I left? :D Damn <span style="color:#006600;">nightstalkers</span>! xD</div><div> </div><div></div><div>PS: Joe Way: "Next time...please split the CNY reunion into AT LEAST 3 days! @.@"</div><div>GOOD IDEA JOE.... :D</div><div></div><div>Ciao guyz~</div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6348189786834317118?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-41118931773525407562009-01-28T15:19:00.006+08:002009-01-28T21:04:24.561+08:00Left is Right. Right is Wrong.Time for another emo and contemplative post...possibly the sequel to "Am I really that Transparent?"<br /><br />Before I begin, heres part of the lyrics from the song-<span style="color:#ff6600;">Gotta Be Somebody-by Nickelback</span>. It totally suits my mood now.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">************************<br />So I'll be waiting for the real thing<br />I know if by the feeling<br />the moment when we're meeting<br />will play out like a scene, straight off the silver screen<br /><br />So I'll be holding my breath<br />Right up to the end<br />Until that moment when<br />I find the one that I'll spend forever with!<br /><br />'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there<br />'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares<br />Someone to love with my life in their hands<br />Theres gotta be somebody for me like that...<br />*********************<br /></span><br />I'm sure everyone has had an experience before... whereby you had to choose between 2 choices. When both seem no less right from the other...<br /><br />I found myself at another one of these crossroads again the other day. Just hit me like that...*whack* without no warning.<br /><br />So there I was, staring down 2 paths, both with pros and cons. Though later I realised, both were just pros, without cons, just pros in a different way.<br /><br />They looked like this (sry I have no pics to show ><) : one path going off sharply to my left, and the other sharply to my right. I had only the luxury of a second to decide, else be trampled on the the stampeding crowd. That second lasted longer than I could remember.<br /><br />The path to my left was a path of adventure, full of uncertainty, lined with signposts that said"procede with caution", "danger ahead!", unpredictable, yet strangely alluring...the faint but everpresent scent of temptation allured me to take a step. Just a step. Yet, my lingering memories emplored me not to enter. With some unphathomable reluctance, I looked away with foolish defiance.<br /><br />I turned to my right, the usual scene. A bright path, straight path, dotted with familiarity and the mocking air of security. Carrying some a hint of unspoken dissapointment, I walked down this path with the ease that would have me stumbling should I have done the same with the other path. I sat down with some irritable smugness I can never forgive myself for.<br /><br />Quote from the poem "<span style="color:#33ccff;">The Road Not Taken</span>" by <span style="color:#33ffff;">Robert Frost...</span><br /><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">"And sorry I could not travel both..."</span></em> was the only apology I gave myself after the incident.<br />Yea... to many people, thats just talk cock~ but whatever...I've had my share of sharing for the day.<br /><br />Perhaps one day I might strike a balance between these two roads. Somehow manage to explore them both and living both to my liking :)<br /><br />So had I made a wrong desicion that day? Who knows? Only time will tell.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-4111893177352540756?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-44212570523718745912009-01-27T11:30:00.010+08:002009-01-27T20:22:30.341+08:00now ThAts... FOOD!!!!First Day of Chinese Niu Year!!!!!!<br />The most auspicious time for Ang Pao hunting, gambling and STEAMBOAT!<br /><br />Haha. So last night I was invited to dinner at a VERY close family friend's house. ( yeah.. I mean I've been very close to them since I was a month old...so we're practically almost family ^^)<br />Since dinner hasn't started, I had the chance to steal some pics from the kitchen xD<br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6BCUNXN8I/AAAAAAAAABE/ik3imDJ-tdA/s1600-h/Image0084.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295812088618760130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6BCUNXN8I/AAAAAAAAABE/ik3imDJ-tdA/s320/Image0084.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br />Foooooooood! GLORIOUS FOOD!!!!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6BCVz0tEI/AAAAAAAAABM/SVMEs_IFxUs/s1600-h/Image0085.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295812089048511554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6BCVz0tEI/AAAAAAAAABM/SVMEs_IFxUs/s320/Image0085.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>From Mount Sausage to Mount Meatballs is approximately...1 Km!'</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6BDKEA5jI/AAAAAAAAABc/yaQmHSFbpeU/s1600-h/Image0087.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295812103075063346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6BDKEA5jI/AAAAAAAAABc/yaQmHSFbpeU/s320/Image0087.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Enough to feed 30 people...</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6BCzF8p3I/AAAAAAAAABU/KXOhBIB-2YE/s1600-h/Image0086.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295812096909158258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6BCzF8p3I/AAAAAAAAABU/KXOhBIB-2YE/s320/Image0086.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Alright, it's just as big no matter what angle you try to take it from. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>xD</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The turn out was just CRAZY.... their whole extended family showed up at the door, so in total there were about 30+ guests. Just enough food!</div><div>Got a rare chance to meet some of their distance relatives. Which is kinda like meeting "my" own family I guess?</div><div></div><div>Anywayz, didn't get much chance to take much pics after the dinner. Everyone too tired and drunk...</div><div>Thus the "gambling partaaaaaay" was canceled also T.T</div><div>But anywayz I think I was too drunk to gamble anyway xD don't wanna get scammed!</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-4421257052371874591?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-63811123769713063752009-01-26T14:05:00.002+08:002009-01-27T11:21:35.549+08:00"' 'Chinese' 'NIU' Year '(re)-union' " 'dinner' " "'This year's reunion dinner was probably the <em>skraaaaaawniest</em> CNY dinner (yes, even to my standards LOL) I've eaten in my life!<br /><br />Note: I had alot of problems trying to come up with the suitable punctuations for the title of this seemingly simple post. Stick around and you might understand why :)<br /><br />As some of you may know, my family members-in Klang-consist of me, and my dad. (Not that I dont <em>have </em>a mom, its just that she's staying in Perak, with my sis and have recently moved <em>even further</em> away to Penang. Thus the harder it is for me to endure an 8-9 hour bus ride, if I wanted to go down.)<br /><br />lol anwayz...since that's the situation, going out and having a nice meal has been a CNY tradition for me and my dad. However this year was a lil different.<br /><br />An old family friend of ours invited us to her house for a simple open house CNY dinner. (Kinda unexpected, but a welcomed change from the usual)<br /><br />Upon arrival, two things unexpected things happened at once.<br /><br />#1. There were only 3 small bowls of dishes on the table<br />-one containing dhal curry (home made and stickier and thicker than stew, completely no curry powder added)<br />-one containing 5 pieces of fried egg+bitter gourd<br />-last one containing small chunks of pork (I have no idea how she cooked it. Look like it had been dried under the sun for 1 week, and then re-fried)<br />-oh, and a loaf of bread ( found out what it was for later)<br /><br />#2. The company there was <strong>REALLY</strong> interesting (especailly for a CNY ' "reunion" "dinner" ' )<br />-Auntie Kath-Chinese- (who invited us)<br />-Jane- her daughter (30+)<br />-Christian- a Mat Salleh- Norwegian(Viking)-husband of Jane-extreme choleric-(30+)<br />-Aunt Maureen- Mat Salleh also-British-(60+)<br />-Uncle Collin- husband of Aunt Maureen-Mat Salleh too-British-(65++)<br />-Mr.Victor-Indian- Husband of Auntie Kath-( Dont ask me, I have no idea, must be pretty old to be sitting in a wheel chair)<br /><br />So overall, the entire "dinner" wasn't how we pictured it to be.<br />Thus, combine these two sets of elements together, and you're in for an interesting evening~<br /><br />Well for starters, Christian is really THE talker there. I'm not so sure what he does for a living but he says he's traveled around the world and been to 100+ countries. Studies Political Science. And seems to know a great deal about the universe and theories and quantum physics and subatommic mass and pythagoras theorem and islands and politics and the understanding of everything.<br />Really wish he was my orientation lecturer...I'd have followed him home XD. JKJKJK...<br /><br />Then, theres the old British couple. Although they hate rice, Auntie Kath force fed them. Aunt Maureen especailly LOATHES dhal curry, she took a drop and put it on her tongue, and began coughing rediculously dramaticly..."OOOOHHH!! It's BURNING me!!!!!..." I ran to get her water, in fear she might choke to death ><'''<br /><br />Later she settled down and ate that loaf of bread and ignored everything else...but then again, there was nothing much to ignore anyway =.=''<br /><br />Next there's Mr. Victor. Who gave some really funny advice like: " Boy... the money is in the soil."<br />(I scratched my head)<br />"If one bag of soil is RM1, then 1 million bags of soil is 1 million RM.."<br />(Ahhh...now I get it)*nods*<br />"Start digging..." *he gave me the thumbs up*<br />*nods somemore*<br />*Aunt Maureen and Uncle Collin gave me the look that said - *Sigh...sad...*<br /><br />Bah well... thats pretty much as brief as I can make this post... yet make it sarcastically interesting(to some).<br />Other less interesting but yet equally sarcastic things that happened that night was when Mr.Victor pulled Auntie Kath towards him while pointing at me and said :"KATH COME HERE, LISTEN, from now on... he's your son."<br />(huh? was that intersting?)<br />(It gave me the creeps. My dad smiled at the rest of the company irridiculously)<br /><br />Okay enough! The more I write in this post the more I feel I'm part of that mad house!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6381112376971306375?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-19654016761732572192009-01-24T21:23:00.010+08:002009-01-27T12:53:42.888+08:003 trains +1 taxi=National LibraryLol.. before you start reading this post, I would like everyone to just take a second to ponder about the stuff you do on Saturdays, or rahter, normal people would do on Saturdays...<br /><br />Hmmm... at first glance, the definition of Saturday life would mean... going to malls.. Midvalley/Sunway/JJ/the other JJ, movies, clubbing, online, pia dota/cs/l4d/callofduty,blogging, retard-ing(for some people) and occasionally, read a book, right?<br /><br />Alright, today... I've just made a breakthrough.. BIIiiiggg one...<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />LO AND BEHOLD!!!!!<br />YOU CAN ACTUALLY HANG OUT IN THE NATIONAL LIBRARY ON SATURDAYS WITH FRIENDS!!!<br /><br />Nope, I'm not kidding.<br /><br />Wanna know how? The following advice is purely from first hand experience:<br /><br />#1. Get up from the nerdy side of your bed. Determine that you ARE a nerd for the rest of the day. (make sure you plan the night before with your Library Travel Agent-Mei Yen)<br />#2. Get to Teluk Gadung KTM station, wait for your tour guide to appear-ME/Mei Yen/Sabin.<br />#3. Buy a ticket to KL Sentral, and hop on the train. Sit.<br />#4. Upon reaching KL Sentral, go Rapid KL station and buy a ticket to Masjid Jamek (resist temptation to go MCD/KFC/Starbucks/Brickfields)<br />#5. From Masjid Jamek, walk across street, and go to Star LTR to get a ticket to Titiwangsa station.<br />#6. Get down and find a cab ASAP. (or if you want to walk, head northeast)<br />#7. Tell the fella to drive you to the National Library. (this should cost NO MORE than RM1)<br />#8. You should arrive in 5 minutes or less.( any later, call the police)<br />#9. Now... UNLEASH you inner GEEK unto those books!!!<br />#10. Oh if your carrying a bag.... you gotta leave it with the guards outside.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6JQ0_rwDI/AAAAAAAAABk/tHBPBtXQC-U/s1600-h/Image0053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295821134030946354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6JQ0_rwDI/AAAAAAAAABk/tHBPBtXQC-U/s320/Image0053.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Sabin, Mei Yen and me on Star LRT. Pick your Library Tour Guide! XD</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Well! Are we all here? Good! </div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6JQ2uiEDI/AAAAAAAAABs/qV8mxgNlySE/s1600-h/Image0054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295821134495879218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6JQ2uiEDI/AAAAAAAAABs/qV8mxgNlySE/s320/Image0054.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br />(lol...my relfection is so retarded...)<br /><br /></div><div>So, Mei Yen, Sabin and I made it to the National Library this way! We were pretty unsure whether we might get lost or not, but in the end, luck turned out our way(in the form of a cab) and we reached our destination safely :) still kinda hard to take it in though.. lemme emphasise again.... omg! we made it to the National Library LOL...<br /><br />The first thing you'll notice when you step into the "lobby" is that the library is tall, not as big as I would like to imagine, but, Tall...<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6OOu2BWsI/AAAAAAAAACU/4qG63kCgBbw/s1600-h/Image0059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295826595578206914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6OOu2BWsI/AAAAAAAAACU/4qG63kCgBbw/s320/Image0059.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6OO0G5JTI/AAAAAAAAACk/gjJ1JapKxV8/s1600-h/Image0061.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295826596991149362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6OO0G5JTI/AAAAAAAAACk/gjJ1JapKxV8/s320/Image0061.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>From the top floor looking down...</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6OOpDOWfI/AAAAAAAAACc/1J0l-3W7ZFM/s1600-h/Image0060.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295826594022971890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6OOpDOWfI/AAAAAAAAACc/1J0l-3W7ZFM/s320/Image0060.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Good view, but a waste of space. ><'' </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>From the lobby, we could see like 5 flights of stairs going up which we decided we would explore later. Due to some mesterious forces of attraction..we were drawn into a door which turned out to be the computer+reading room. Okay.. I dont usually praise things... but mieh.. the setting wasn't too bad I guess. Simple non-goggy furnishings, tables and couches here and there, pc stands against the walls and in the centre of the room.<br /><br />All nice and comfy... until I turned on the pc =.=''<br /><br />The connection speed was close to zero~there goes my plan to access youtube from the National Library XD. Oh and I think its not allowed there...but anywayz I did manage to type a few words in my previous post before we decided to move on to the other parts of the library.<br />Note: not all the pcs there are of the same speed, Sabin chose one extraordinarily fast one!! (So we kinda took turns using it lol...) </div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6JRs_nCHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_lPj7yT00QY/s1600-h/Image0055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295821149063022706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6JRs_nCHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_lPj7yT00QY/s320/Image0055.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Yea thats Mei Yen to my left, Sabin opposite me.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6JSJWDpgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jyiHu56qZVU/s1600-h/Image0056.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295821156673365506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6JSJWDpgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jyiHu56qZVU/s320/Image0056.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Took 3 trains and a cab just to blog!?!?!? Retarded lar... xD<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6JSZPnJ7I/AAAAAAAAACE/fq1PP_Nhkss/s1600-h/Image0057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295821160941299634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6JSZPnJ7I/AAAAAAAAACE/fq1PP_Nhkss/s320/Image0057.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br />EH????? SO FAMILIAR! (haha Leon...)<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6OODI6a2I/AAAAAAAAACM/XlwYX2IPazk/s1600-h/Image0058.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295826583846284130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6OODI6a2I/AAAAAAAAACM/XlwYX2IPazk/s320/Image0058.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>With this kinda connection speed, its no wonder you cant find any Youtubers around!<br /></div><div></div><div>Okay after we started climbing the stairs and exploring the isles, we realised how big the library really was. They've got like... a section for everything imaginable... saw one purely on atlases and maps.. the biggest book there was the size of the hood of your car ><br />ok so anyway... we had lunch there(horrible and dry), and went to find and borrow some books (which we had to do so from a completely separate building! zzz) </div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6OO3utOGI/AAAAAAAAACs/U2xoTctJWOU/s1600-h/Image0063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295826597963446370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SX6OO3utOGI/AAAAAAAAACs/U2xoTctJWOU/s320/Image0063.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>ahhh... snug little corner to read in the borrowing section! LOL!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Oh another thing... after scouring the whole borrowing section for an hour, I realised, they dont have a SINGLE book on guitar music... greeaaat...<br />And neither did I find Philip Pullman's series His Dark Materials! strange!<br />Oh oh I did see StarCraft Ghost Nova though. So damn excited when I saw it, then I realised that was the ONLY book from the Blizzard series there on the shelf... such a hot seller!?!?<br /><br />ZZZ in the end, I didn't borrow anything at all, thought I might not be able to come back here in 3 weeks(deadline for return), which I did later kinda regret :(<br /><br />Note to Leon: They've got lotsa your kinda books there. ^^ Tempting?<br /><br />Sigh... and as the long day came to an end... we took a cab,( almost got the cab driver lost), got to Ampang Park station, which was nearest, then back to Sentral, and home..<br /><br />Well, the end of our library adventure :D<br /><br />For the first time in history, I feel GREAT being a geek xD!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-1965401676173257219?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-2243632051809255892009-01-23T18:55:00.006+08:002009-01-25T22:24:40.822+08:00END OF ORIENTATION WEEK!*PHEW!*<br />(although that word is not in the dictionary, it pretty much describes how I feel right now)<br /><br />WHAT A DAY! More freaky ideas via video lectures by Dhyan Vimal the psychotic self proclaimed psychiatrist.<br /><br /><br />Honestly, we've had enough of him. So all of us are glad that we've finally finished our torture sessions with him(via media player) and his cronnies(same bullshit---just live), but I'll just blog a liiiiil bit on it just to make sure everyone gets their fair share of bullshit (xD).<br /><br />Today's session was on the topic of "<em>oneness</em>"-meaning being ONE with the the "new reality" you want to put yourself in, in order to achieve it.<br /><br />And in order to achieve <em>THAT</em>?<br /><br />* Now this is where it all starts to get confusing. Most of us(my class) took a while to digest the following crap talk, or just pretended to understand it by faking smiles and nodding their heads "puppily". (NEW WORD!)*<br /><br />Back, in order to achieve "oneness", he/she must practice the following steps-<br /><br />1.Be "present"-in a state of mind/body-as in getting into a state of hyper awareness/alertness until one is fully aware that one exists on planet Earth as a physical entity with a mind ( but curiously, no emotions, as we will see later). A great way to achieve this is by saying "breeeeatheeeee" and taking a deep breath. It works, but only makes you aware of the BO in the room XD.<br /><br />2. Use the A-B-C steps.<br />First, picture youself as the "A" by becoming "present".<br />Then, picture the problems/issues/subjects/obstacles/things/your beliefs that are hindering you from achieving "oneness"- that you want to change, as the "B".<br />Next, set a "space" in between "A" and "B". Make that space "C".<br />Now view the "A-B-C" as a whole. Picture in your mind that you are viewing these 3 things from afar, as an omniscient presence.<br /><br />3.Done steps 1 and 2? Good.<br />Now comes the ridiculous part.<br />Try to solve the problem/issue "B" by "seeing things as they are".<br />Before I give examples... notice that people usually tend to respond to certain images(graphic or otherwise) instinctively and reactively. For example money="I want!", shit="yuck!", darkness="omg i'm scared", guitar="ROCK AND ROLL!", dead man=*eiiw..*.<br /><br /><em><strong>According</strong></em> to our "facilitator"-we must avoid this in order to achieve "oneness".<br /><br />Like for instance, seeing shit=faeces/result of natural bodily process, guitar=6 strings attached to a wood, money=subjective, graphicly squashed up victim of car accident= dead man, dark room=room without light.<br /><br />So basicly... ignoring our emotions lah? Become robots lah? Retarded facilitator.<br /><br />and he gave us some really weird examples... "if I cut my hand with a knife, I see that there is a wound, but although we realise that there is pain and blood coming from the wound, we must ignore the pain because we see it as a 'cut'." then he added, "but at the same time, we must be <em>AWARE </em>that the wound is still there."<br /><br />Gawd... what is wrong with him ><'''<br /><br />PS: Happy CNY Holidays Peoples!!!!! Muakz!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-224363205180925589?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-33164974374455627032009-01-22T22:51:00.001+08:002009-01-25T17:30:33.919+08:00Am I really that transparent...?<div>*Nothing about this post should deserve any comment.<br />That was a post script. </div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SXwxCScPk0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/xixp46iEitE/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295161177260659522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SXwxCScPk0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/xixp46iEitE/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It is as abstract as I'd like a question to be.<br /><br />Feel the need to meditate on this...<br /><br />had an interesting experience today.<br /><br />hmmmmmmmm....<br /><br />Its been almost 3 years.<br /><br />"Those who forget the past are bound to repeat it"-Dr.Mahathir.<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The problem is, I've been remembering too much... toooooooooo much.<br /><br />So according to Mahathir, it should be ironicle I'm repeating it.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-3316497437445562703?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-68846432816065120562009-01-22T22:00:00.007+08:002009-01-25T17:27:36.039+08:00day 2-4 (Mastering the unmasterable)Day 2 to 4 pretty much just whizzed by...<br /><br />Toooooooooooooo much activities for my lazy fingers to blog.<br />But here are the highlights anywayz!<br /><br />Our classes with Mr. Kumar ended at noon of the third day, really enjoyed his classes, but it was time for us to start missing him :(<br /><br />We had no idea how much more so, until we started the 2nd section of our orientation week- Mastery.<br /><br />Mastery of what?<br /><br />According to our very offensive lecturer-they call themselves "fascilitators"-more like overseers, (who insult us with premature provokations and statements, and frequent uses of the F word), Mastery of everything.<br /><br />Some freaky pseudo theological+psychological idea invented by a crackpot Indian guru by the name of Dhyan Vimal.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SXwoqbfEuNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ARxN2oe9d_U/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295151971278567634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SXwoqbfEuNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ARxN2oe9d_U/s320/Picture+050.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />your classic "Mahaguru" looks...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SXwoqVZ01_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJmRruLMqaQ/s1600-h/Picture+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295151969645942770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SXwoqVZ01_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJmRruLMqaQ/s320/Picture+048.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Drama King...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />From what I've gathered in the last 2 days, he's basicly teaching us to be always in a "conscious" state of mind. That is, being aware of EVERYTHING that happens around you, but more importantly, aware of YOU, YOUSELF, exsisting as a human being, in your surroundings.<br /><br />So in short, focusing on every aspect of oneself, physically, mentally, and emotionally to a point where one is hyper aware of himself/herself.<br /><br />(Lesson 1) Thus, having accepting that fact, we are supposed to be "responsible" for our own reality.<br /><br />For example, if you were walking down the street, and some one robs/rapes you. You too, have played a role in being the victim. (according to that psycho.)<br /><br />Another example, if you park a car nicely, by parking it lawfully and snuggly in a parking lot, and suddenly some one bangs you for no reason, YOU are responsible for that too. (quote by Guru-Kuku:"why the hell did i park my car there?")<br /><br />Correct me if I'm wrong, I feel he is teaching us to be... feeling guilty all the time?<br /><br />Ok anyway.<br /><br />(Lesson 2)You are the "determiner" in your life.<br /><br />By that he means YOU determine your own reality. It is only so, because you choose it to be so.<br />You're poor cuz you think you're poor.<br />You're rich cuz you think you're rich.<br />You're cold cuz you think you're cold.(stupid air cond)<br />You think money is hard to earn only because you we're molded to think so.<br /><br />Alright...After pondering a while. I do agree with him. I understand that these "realities" seem real to you only because you made them so.<br />BUT only to a certain extent.<br /><br />How could you determine if you are tall or short or fat or thin or male or female?<br /><br />This is where it gets all personal. When that maniac started saying :" We are all by our own design..if we are the determiner...we become the Creator!..) something to that effect... I nearly stood up and gave him the Finger. Does he mean to challenge God as the Creator? Does he mean we can become demigods of our own? and God does not play a role in our lives?<br /><br />Fueled by fire from his previous statements (a.k.a insults), many of my classmates couldn't take it anymore, and started bursting into arguement with the "lecturer". He liked it.<br /><br />So there was a big hoo-haa about being the "determiner" in life and who should have the right to mold anyone (if at all having the right) thus determining other people's lives?<br /><br />Hm.. I'm still thinking about that, so, correct me if I said anything wrong in the above statements.<br /><br />Oh yeah... and there was this "walking in tiny boxes/grids" game thingy. Something to heighten our level of awareness, which I'm fine with. However the tediousness and mundaneness of this "game" practically destroyed its own message.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SXwrNfuGD3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/9qgDFC06shc/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295154772733988722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SXwrNfuGD3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/9qgDFC06shc/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thats Fook Hoy in the background with Jian Quan in the green tees..<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SXwrNAp8XDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/61fKRWPh7V4/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295154764395076658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SXwrNAp8XDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/61fKRWPh7V4/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Shhhh!!! concentrate!!! Breathe!!!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295154769447306386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SXwrNTefRJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JY746RSJni4/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />wow my feet are so small even with shoes on!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SXwrNmvSgWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pVwDW8a9v7k/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295154774618046818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTYiYliBEeU/SXwrNmvSgWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pVwDW8a9v7k/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Even compared to Reva's!<br /><br />Sigh.... I'm out of words for the day... theres<br />something wrong with my HTML...duno can upload this or not..hmmm<br />anywayz, I'm getting a good night's sleep to prep myself for tomorrow.<br /><br />(pics added today XD)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6884643281606512056?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-29398825686527904122009-01-22T21:50:00.000+08:002009-01-22T22:51:18.181+08:00The Day has ended. THE NIGHT BECKONS.Thought day 1 ended? yea right... like I'd let ya'll go so easily :D (especially L~!)<br /><br /><br />Before I begin, I would just like to remind everyone to keep an open mind while reading this post. I dont usually post these kinda topics..but, I dunno why... seem to be compelled to blog this incident before I forget it.<br /><br /><br />It was 9 p.m ++<br /><br /><br />Me and my dad where out phone hunting for me.<br /><br /><br />Went to BTB (Bukit Tinggi Boulavard) opposite Tesco to see if the phone fair was still there.Unfortunately, the fair, ended the day before >< Dissapointed, we made our way to the elevator to get back to the car( parked at basement). This is when things start to get really freaky.<br /><br />*PING*Elevator opens.<br /><br /> We saw nothing but blackness.<br />then suddenly the fluorescent lights flickered on, slowly.<br />Undaunted, we walked in.<br />Down we went.<br /><br />Looking around, I saw that the walls of the elevator were just fashioned out of wooden boards, so I pondered on the thought that perhaps the workers didn't have time to complete the finishing touches before this place was open. Just out of curiousity, I decided to test the "thickness/quality" of the wooden elevator.Subconsiously, I gave a small tap on the left wall of the elevator.<br /><br /> *tap tap tap*<br />THEN THE ELEVATOR TAPPED BACK.<br />*TAP TAP TAP!!!*<br /> WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!?!?!!?!?!?!<br /><br />It took me a second to digest what just happen. With my knuckle still attatched to the wall of the elevator, I realised that the "tapping" "echo" COULD NOT HAVE COME FROM OUTSIDE.AS I FELT THE VIBRATIONS OF THE "TAPPING" COMING FROM INSIDE THE ELEVATOR. ITS SOURCE WAS BESIDE MY KNUCKLE. Just then, the elevator door opened.Without looking back, I asked my dad, "what the heck was that...?"He shruggedand we walked briskly to the car. Never looking back.<br /><br />MORAL OF THE STORY: Dont be itchy hand ><<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-2939882568652790412?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-67096658437425479842009-01-22T21:13:00.000+08:002009-01-22T21:24:20.461+08:00Day one is finally ending... ><yea... it is...(patience, Leon xD)<br /><br />Alright at the end of day one, I was already as tired as I am doing this post now =.=.<br /><br />But anywayz.. this is roughlyhow it ended... I'll make it easy for you guyz to skim through, so:<br /><br />After the passing tennis balls activity, (Group KTM did it in 2:08 seconds I think) Mr. Kumar dismissed us, we pack, balik kampung~<br /><br />So Mei Yen, Kelvin,(whom she introduced to me on the way), Sabine(whom she also introduced) and me, took the KTM from KL Sentral back to Teluk Gadung.<br /><br />Note to self: Monday KTMs are packed to the rim. We were almost like a can of sardines! ><<br /><br />Well, to wrap it all up, my first day at college was really fun. Especially when you get to meet lotsa new people, such as this cute bunch of friends :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-6709665843742547984?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-38626685349196152152009-01-21T22:40:00.001+08:002009-01-25T15:06:25.101+08:00LUNCH with Yap! (me eat, he watch, LOL)Part three of day one! ( I will be merciful and spare you the burden of reading this boring post :), go ahead, see next post! )<br /><br />So after the bridge thingy, me and Fook Hoy decided to go lunch together.<br /><br />Lepak lepak for 5 mins, found a economy rice shop just round the corner.<br /><br />Pick food. Sat down.<br /><br />Makaaaannnn.<br /><br />Half way through... realised that Fook Hoy didn't only ordered a drink.<br />He told me that he has heavy breakfast everyday before coming to Brickfields.<br />(But as we will see...we realised he doesn't eat lunch at all...xD)<br />(I wonder if he's on diet?)<br />(But he's fatter than me xD)<br /><br />Duno why... felt compelled to blog this.<br /><br />Habis reading? Boring right? TOLD YOU.<br /><br />Now next...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-3862668534919615215?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-16642156436487885582009-01-21T21:55:00.000+08:002009-01-21T22:40:38.959+08:00GOGOGO TEAM KTM!Okieee... part two of day one!<br /><br />Where was I..?<br /><br />OH YEAH! my group's name is KTM! haha! Mostly named after the fact that most of us take the Keretapi Tanah Melayu to Brickfields! ( its more modern than it actually sounds.. xD)<br /><br />Thus KTM gang was born!<br /><br />Alright, before I start forgetting names, lemme make a list of the people whom I've come to know in Team KTM:<br />-Mei Yen(group leader/choleric... xD well get to that later!)<br />-Roubeeni(tHe RuLeR oF tHe MaRkEr PeN)<br />-Revathi/"Reva", for short.(assistant of that RuLeR-Indian Time Philosopher)<br />-Yap Fook Hoi/"Yap", for short.(a.k.a Anti-Lunch)<br />-Sushendren( I dun nkow hwo two sepell yrou nama, correct me!)(future bridge engineer!)<br />-Ti'Sean( Ex-pengakap)<br />-Lisha(hihi...I duno much about you yet ><)<br />-Ayu(good coordination with me during the softball activity :D)<br />-Wai Ping(quote" porn is sooooooooo normal")<br />-*ey got one more Malay girl... whats her name again?><''<br />-Singh guy... hang on lemme recall ur name...<br />-oh yeah... one seriously anoying girl-with-cap, lets leave it at that :D<br /><br />Phew! okay forgive me if I've left anyone out!(?)<br /><br />After we've settled down and "melted the ice" it was time for some fun :P<br />Oh did I mention our orientation guide Mr. Kumar is one heck of a whacky lecturer?!<br />Alright.. I'm bad at describing what he really does/did to us, but he REALLY knows how to get a crowd up and jumping and laughing and giggling and squiggling, and wiggling and he carries a jingle bell and HE KNOWS HOW TO HAVE FUN!<br /><br />Ofcourse... there are the serious stuff lar... like.. punishments.. if we come late...by 1 minute...<br /><br />Which is singing or dancing or telling cold jokes!!! xDDDD (as a form of entertainment.. according to Mr. Kumar..lol..)<br /><br />Fuh... I tell you... our class got some future Malaysian Idols and Last Comics Standing...talented man!<br /><br />Oh yeah! One of our first activities was to build bridges!<br /><br />With disposable wooden fruit forks and straws. LOL!<br /><br />I duno how we did it... but surprisingly, KTM Gang came up with a "floating-multi-purpose-ferry-and-draw-bridge" design. And built it. Just in the nick of time! Thanks to Sushendren's idea of "lets float from Penang to Langkawi"! xD<br /><br />But over all, really good team effort. Its wonderful when strangers come and put the heads and hands together to achieve a common goal!<br /><br />Other teams like Cadbury(Kelvin's group) built a flying bridge..to fly away from aliens.. with a 7-11 shop in the center of the highway...CREATIVE!<br /><br />Theeennn... ouh! Lunch! Next Post!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-1664215643648788558?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-49746556548899980592009-01-20T21:37:00.000+08:002009-01-22T22:45:58.279+08:00FIRST DAY AT HOGWA.. I MEAN, BRICKFIELDS!YAY! COLLEGE LIFE BEGINS!!! :D<br /><br />Oh no... college life begins =.='''<br /><br />Sigh... I thought of the latter as I woke up 6 am yesterday morning. Depressing when you gotta wake up so damn early after exhausting yourself the previous night from carrying a mini-pool-table ALL BY YOURSELF(me) up the stairs, into your room.<br /><br />Bang! The table's in place!<br /><br />Wait... why am I talking about the table?!<br /><br />Lol...anyway its a bitter sweet moment when you've finally realised you're no longer an "ex-form5", like no more " I duno what to do next.."/"which college got more hot chicks?!" kinda attitude.<br /><br />But on the brighter side!<br /><br />It was really awesome cuz I got to meet a really awesome bunch of friends!<br /><br />okok it kinda happened like this...<br /><br />First day at BAC... first step into the "lobby"(if u can call it that)... the receptionist just popped out of nowhere and...<br /><br />"Hi are you a newbie?(yeah he actually used the word xD)"<br /><br />"urhh... yeah.."<br /><br />"ok go third floor, class 3D (lol my form 3 class!?)"<br /><br />So up up up I went, (note, stairs at BAC are good excersise according to Kelvin!) and found my way into a class with very smiley :D-but yes-just as confused as I am-looking people.<br />Then Mr. Kumar, our orientation lecturer/guide/sensei~ asked me to sit down and join one the groups.<br /><br />This is where things start to get "interesting" (to my standards)xD<br /><br />As soon as I sat down I was warmly greeted by a girl named Mei Yen ( I think? correct my spelling!)~ who turned out to be our future group leader. Yea.. so we talked, exchanged names, putting on a show infront of total strangers,etcetc... basicly.. icebreaking.. lol...<br /><br /><br />(ouh ok i gtg... update later... dun hack in and delete stuff now, whoever u are..=.='')<br />(YERRRR!! ARGH! U GUYZ FOUND ME OUT BEFORE I FINISHED MY POST!GRRRRRR...xD bah well :P)<br /><br />Lazy write here d... lolx..NEW POST!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-4974655654889998059?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182706551576630653.post-76497734441678535522009-01-20T21:09:00.000+08:002009-01-20T21:37:22.973+08:00OMGOMGOMG!!!! I started a new blog =.='''W.T.HeCk?!<br /><br />Just when I thought I've escaped the world of bloggism ( new word...?lol?) I decide to commit myself to hours and hours pouring nonsensical-grandma/grandpa/ah ma/ah gong/ nenek moyang stories bla bla bla AGAIN!<br /><br />I must be mad...<br /><br />Too free..?<br /><br />Nope. Probably mad.<br /><br />Retarded kua...xD<br /><br />OKOK enough of this whimsickle blabbering. Already ruined the blog with my first retarded post!<br /><br />Gadies and Lentle men! I hope ya'll enjoyed my first post as much as I didn't! :P<br />BUT GET READY FOR MORE NONSENSE!<br /><br />Brb after the break xD!<br /><br />*Ps: ouh... yea...I blame Leon for temping me to revive my bloggism habits again. (lolx...arse! :D)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182706551576630653-7649773444167853552?l=gidloveher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375705452683130593noreply@blogger.com1