<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701</id><updated>2012-03-04T21:46:23.964+08:00</updated><category term='Photobucket'/><title type='text'>J.T.R.K</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-8375930112956230287</id><published>2012-03-04T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T21:46:23.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TXSFkzcpPCA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doo doo, we're singing a bad song. Doo doo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing this really skinny guy trying to do almost everything within his reach. Nah, he didn't succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps, that's me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: A cap-po-chin-nooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-8375930112956230287?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8375930112956230287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=8375930112956230287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8375930112956230287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8375930112956230287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2012/03/doo-doo-were-singing-bad-song.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TXSFkzcpPCA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-8874825069038574322</id><published>2012-02-28T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T23:28:53.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And this concludes the end of my poly life. Well, sort of. At least all the examinations are over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess on the 1st priority is to spend a whole lot of time reading God's word. Got so so much to catch up! Gosh... So lacking behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start fasting too. See how. Need the accountability thingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's just a blur now. Like a sudden stop after all the haptic rush through months and months of FYP then months and months of studying. Everything just ends suddenly with a burst of "Time's up! Pens down." Just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden adjustment of not going to school as well i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Maybe that's how the phrase came about. "When life hits you, it hits you hard." Kinda true. Feeling slightly empty knowing the fact that i won't be going to school to study for at least another 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Just another phase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-8874825069038574322?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8874825069038574322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=8874825069038574322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8874825069038574322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8874825069038574322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2012/02/and-this-concludes-end-of-my-poly-life.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-1377596358466617107</id><published>2012-01-17T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T01:58:17.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, FREAKING pissed with FYP now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took such a long time to do up the subtitles for that video but it doesn't even open. Even the movie editor doesn't open its own file. Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Pissed off Jasmine Leong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-1377596358466617107?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1377596358466617107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=1377596358466617107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1377596358466617107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1377596358466617107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2012/01/ok-freaking-pissed-with-fyp-now.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-6451581672176762682</id><published>2011-12-31T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:51:17.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dMuQPhAeRcc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So take me to a place where i can see you face to face. And all i want to do, all i want to do is to worship you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end 2011 by remembering what He has done for us and start 2012 remembering its a year for challenges He set for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Listen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-6451581672176762682?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6451581672176762682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=6451581672176762682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6451581672176762682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6451581672176762682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-take-me-to-place-where-i-can-see-you.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dMuQPhAeRcc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-1295295766143761182</id><published>2011-12-22T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T16:22:05.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last church camp i could remembered was held in 2005. The others that i went as a part-time camper was just a blur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year came and i knew i could not miss out the chance. So many things around me told me that this year was the perfect one. Perfect timing, perfect planning from God and last of all, my cell members were going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i cry as much as 2005? Nope. It was different. This year's feeling wasn't about pain and all my worries and all my sorry. This year's camp was about the next generation. My cell kids are the next generation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew i had to pray for them. The perfect timing came. The speakers introduced the idea that group leaders and advisers should wash the feets of their members. I knew in my heart that God wanted me to wash the feet of my cell kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing. It was speechless. With that action, it was about devotion to the cell. It was a calling to see them grow in Christ until the cell grows old and moves on to the next phase in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, i prayed for them. Thank God for who they are. For their strength, for their weakness, for their amazing love for the Most Holy. It was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we stop there? No. We held on in prayer for all who could not make it and even for the lost sheep out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, Thank God for His amazing and perfect plan. His perfect wisdom suggest to how deep His infinite love for us. No one can grasp it. No one can understand it. It's because they can't that's why they fall out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His perfect plan for placed me in this cell. To see how this broken cell has grown so much. This year was amazing. They have grown so much in Christ. I could not have done it on my own but it was by God's grace and strength that i did and ALL glory goes to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to say that this cell is the comeback cell. Once so weak and broken but now so strong and tight together. So proud of every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: His plans for us are what perfect wisdom suggest to infinite love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-1295295766143761182?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1295295766143761182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=1295295766143761182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1295295766143761182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1295295766143761182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-church-camp-i-could-remembered-was.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-6569032863960979429</id><published>2011-12-12T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:03:44.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And you'll never change. No wonder i didn't miss you when you're away. Seriously, it was all fake. Thanks for coming back and reminding me why i don't miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No its not you. But you! Ya you, if you even read my blog. Please, either change or one of us will have to move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be trying to tell me to look at the positive side of this situation but for 19 years it has been this way. Please. I also see why i don't heed people's advices. Its subjective and plain unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d-UB9hpmneU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: God, show me the light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-6569032863960979429?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6569032863960979429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=6569032863960979429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6569032863960979429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6569032863960979429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-youll-never-change.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d-UB9hpmneU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-6104136549367837977</id><published>2011-11-24T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:15:45.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How ironic can life ever get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as humans, somehow or somewhat have been altered by an unseen force to be stupid and smart at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans always believe that there is this certain path that one must take. For example, Kindergarten to primary school to secondary school to Poly/JC to university to PhD/job to higher paying job to having kids to seeing them grow up to growing old and finally to die. This life is also known as "circular life". Any dropout at the early stages of the circular life is seen as taboo, stupid, rebellion and eventually a reject in the society. Only an electron of those who dropped out are successful which also is an electron full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we humans need to follow a certain set of procedure if not fear being a reject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can't be seen in life is seen in belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as humans also need to believe that there is a higher power. I say again, a NEED. We can say we don't believe in any God but by saying that, it is already believing that there is already a God, just not a belief. It's like an inevitable need to believe in a higher power no matter how badly one doesn't. Also, one does not automatically becomes an atheist just because he can't explain agnosticism. That's just stupid and shows that the person doesn't know what he/she is talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have we seen with our eyes a higher power? No one has ever seen it honestly. Those idol are made by hands and not by... well, nothing. That also means nothing made a God. That's worst. Yet we still believe in it. Weird... And please, Buddha is not a God. He calmed enlightened which made his wisdom/intelligent greater than Gods when he at first does not believe in any God. Its like a belief in a God which does not believed in Gods. Weird... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop going off topic. This is getting nowhere. I just have a dying questions to ask all Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Muslims and Christians believe in the same one God? YES or NO. (Explanation is seriously not needed. Yes or No is good/bad enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: I'm reading my thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-6104136549367837977?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6104136549367837977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=6104136549367837977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6104136549367837977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6104136549367837977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-ironic-can-life-ever-get-we-as.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-8441304915344554123</id><published>2011-11-19T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T16:30:45.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My funeral song. Yes, part of the lyrics is in my previous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MG2TYahlLjo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Not-thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-8441304915344554123?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8441304915344554123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=8441304915344554123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8441304915344554123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8441304915344554123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-funeral-song.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MG2TYahlLjo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-8586307853293280483</id><published>2011-11-13T15:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T15:40:09.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About desired and reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our lives we hunger&lt;br /&gt;For things we cannot touch&lt;br /&gt;All the thoughts unuttered&lt;br /&gt;All the feelings unexpressed&lt;br /&gt;Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath&lt;br /&gt;But awoken by grief, our spirits speak&lt;br /&gt;"How could you believe&lt;br /&gt;That the life within the seed&lt;br /&gt;That grew arms that reached&lt;br /&gt;And a heart that beat&lt;br /&gt;And lips that smiled&lt;br /&gt;And eyes that cried&lt;br /&gt;Could ever die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Is Stronger Than Death - Angela Mccluskey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-8586307853293280483?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8586307853293280483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=8586307853293280483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8586307853293280483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8586307853293280483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/about-desired-and-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-3439136367969462653</id><published>2011-11-10T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:12:13.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's actually something about school that's bothering me. But somehow i don't feel like posting it here. I don't really care if it offenses someone but hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i'm quite sick of myself posting about school work here. Stress and school work is forever there so why bother posting? As if someone can help me and save my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: 4 more hours till 11/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-3439136367969462653?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3439136367969462653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=3439136367969462653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3439136367969462653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3439136367969462653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/theres-actually-something-about-school.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-6196155829483318865</id><published>2011-10-21T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:57:22.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly this thought just came to my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is written in Luke 9:59-60 59, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"He said to another man, “Follow me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But he replied, “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Jesus said to him, “Let the dead bury their own dead, but you go and proclaim the kingdom of God.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was thinking, will this happen in this modern day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God were to call us to just leave everything behind; even saying goodbye to our families first, it would be very very tough. However, if ask to leave after one of our loved ones had died, will we answer the call? After all, he/she is dead right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one must argue, "Its about sending him/her off for the last time". BUT HE/SHE IS DEAD~!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So logically and practically speaking, the question now is, how many of our missionary friends have flew back to their hometown to send one of their dead loved one off the final time? Is it contradicting the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Its reviving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-6196155829483318865?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6196155829483318865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=6196155829483318865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6196155829483318865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6196155829483318865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/suddenly-this-thought-just-came-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-3128875957593337622</id><published>2011-10-14T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T12:27:33.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so i got the news this morning that 10 days ago, something really important was posted on AVA's website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATOM HAS LEFT ANGELS AND AIRWAVES!!! NO!~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super shocking news to me! Like why did Atom leave? Why why?! He and David are my favourite! Why?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is going to be so different. It feels so different just having the news that Atom has left the group. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is damn awesome man! Like one of the 3 strong pillars of AVA which made them who they are. He's like 1/3 of Tom's brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to miss the way he head-bangs to the music and beating the drums so hard till it teared. Going to miss his tattoos and his hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you part from AVA.... Shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Willard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-3128875957593337622?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3128875957593337622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=3128875957593337622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3128875957593337622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3128875957593337622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-so-i-got-news-this-morning-that-10.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-2462531832857972561</id><published>2011-10-05T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:33:23.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remembered seeing a Placebo album on sale in a stall in Cambodia and then i just turned to Aaron Chen and said, "OMG, i want to buy the album real badly. Oh wait, but its so sinful! It's not that i listen to their lyrics but the way they present their music is just so unique, raw and different!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with his eyes opened, he said, "I know right! I get what you're trying to say! Just buy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if you know what i mean but its the way they present their music. Every band has their influences and Placebo's one is drug. Its like official use of drug to get inspiration for making top quality music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-TxF1vIdQKo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit] Love the smoking on the stage. Love the swag. Where are these bands nowadays? [edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Can't forget the eargasm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-2462531832857972561?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2462531832857972561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=2462531832857972561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2462531832857972561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2462531832857972561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-remembered-seeing-placebo-album-on.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-TxF1vIdQKo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-2169305256151521171</id><published>2011-10-02T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:21:49.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Winter Song - The Head and The Heart. Charity's voice is so surreal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dEb7tkf3NcI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Ded Moroz - Seryn. How amazing of 5 people to sing to 1 Ukelele. 5! Awesome lyrics too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JoxLC4wAo28" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or Without You - U2. Seriously, stunning play by Edge. Ambiance sings the song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_Ye8GLPUVsM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Jialat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-2169305256151521171?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2169305256151521171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=2169305256151521171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2169305256151521171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2169305256151521171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/winter-song-head-and-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dEb7tkf3NcI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-7294341722938420108</id><published>2011-09-24T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T12:11:50.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quoting one of the comments, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Mikel can't stop smiling because he knows he's singing a beautiful, heartfelt song,﻿ with a world-class String Quartet, on a freaking merry-go-round. I can't blame him!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean its so true. Check out the video. Simple and sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/baUx1yjbGR0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Don't say scream when you don't scream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-7294341722938420108?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7294341722938420108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=7294341722938420108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7294341722938420108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7294341722938420108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/quoting-one-of-comments-mikel-cant-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/baUx1yjbGR0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-8941684960679033138</id><published>2011-09-22T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T22:36:54.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sickness when i find a new band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i say i'm proud of myself? Or do i say i'm ashamed of how slow i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the band is known as The Head and The Heart (THATH). As you guess, they sing with their head and their hearts. But i should say that they sing their heart-felt feelings out. Songs such as "Down in the valley" and "Rivers and roads" are really heart-warming. Nice... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something which i found out. The recent band i found, Seryn, and THATH have something in common. Both bands have a violinist. Hmmmm, am i falling in love with bands which have violinist? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, The Airborne Toxic Event (TATE) also has a violinist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Slave of an angel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-8941684960679033138?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8941684960679033138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=8941684960679033138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8941684960679033138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8941684960679033138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/sickness-when-i-find-new-band.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-6352088784291001953</id><published>2011-09-18T09:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T09:36:57.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No man will know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this band is a Christian band. Songs like "On my knees" and this, "Beach song" are really meaningful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aOiaBW6HBRw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Afterall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-6352088784291001953?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6352088784291001953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=6352088784291001953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6352088784291001953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6352088784291001953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-man-will-know.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aOiaBW6HBRw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-8665771802602652660</id><published>2011-09-04T11:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T11:01:22.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting anything for the past few months. Honestly, not because i don't have the time but then seriously, there's nothing to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, some people in my class found my blog suddenly and a group of people start reading my blog. This then leads to the official thingy being leaked out. I mean come on! Who knew who reads my blog! I only told people about my blog 2 years ago and never spoke of it already. And suddenly they pour into my blog digging secrets. Wow. Sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few months it was just about studying and focusing on all the assignments. Don't forget about the stress from FYP too. Goodness. I don't even know where are we now. What's the direction? Where is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just glad that exams are over now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i'm flying off tomorrow to Cambodia. This time for mission trip and not OSL. I keep telling myself that my mindset MUST change! It must. I'm not there to serve in order to be serve but to die at heart but to be renew by the Spirit. Christian stuff ya. Though the third time but the first time for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other stuff. Recently just came across this magazine call Adbusters. Yup. Their goal is simple, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To topple existing power structures and forge a major shift in the way we live in the 21st century&lt;/span&gt;" To them, its all the mental and physical environment. Awesome right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, found another band. I mean i would call it Indie but its actually folk. Really good. Each member of the band plays at least 5 instruments! I mean, i though TATE is damn awesome with writers and members who were musically trained differently. But now, this band appears and show even more talent! I won't say which band is better cause they play different genres. Again, they're all Indie to me due to the fact that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPOREANS ARE STILL SO IN TUNE TO K-POP AND E-POP! RI-DONG-CULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Seryn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-8665771802602652660?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8665771802602652660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=8665771802602652660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8665771802602652660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8665771802602652660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/sorry-for-not-posting-anything-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-6657058606569317794</id><published>2011-07-08T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T23:00:25.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ya" rings in my ear. Said it like Stitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay! Its official. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undergroundly official i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contented am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Road&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-6657058606569317794?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6657058606569317794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=6657058606569317794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6657058606569317794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6657058606569317794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/07/ya-rings-in-my-ear.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-3095631128577185823</id><published>2011-06-30T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:40:04.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, i'm just too lazy to start working. What my mom said is true. If i were to start working, i must put all my effort into it and don't give half-hearted work. Just too lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i came across two websites which introduces new bands. Really really good websites. Actually i knew those sites long ago already? Just that i didn't really explore them and gaze at their beauty. The music they blog of are really good. The most important reason why i like those sites are because the artists which they introduce are all indie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Still-beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Bye bye all these doggy innocence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-3095631128577185823?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3095631128577185823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=3095631128577185823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3095631128577185823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3095631128577185823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/06/ok-im-just-too-lazy-to-start-working.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-4197823703637333562</id><published>2011-06-27T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:42:09.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright! Sorry for not blogging in awhile. I mean who reads here afterall? But cool cool... I just keep it alive. A place where i can say all the things i want. (sounds so girl-lish) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another self-high song, Make Light by Passion Pit! Try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ceqBXK8jAiE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm lets see. Passion Pit was introduced to me by Hunter. The first song i listened to was "The Reelings". First thing i notice, his voice is super awesome and unique and the other, their group's dynamic is damn good and creative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped listening to them for a while then got back to them recently just because i bought their album at HMV for the fun of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret? Hell no! This is really good! Worth listening to it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to school, work, life and crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a secret. Psss. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am in love.&lt;/span&gt; YUP!!! Surprise? When we go official then i'll tell you. I mean if you still read. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School stuffs will make me super busy from now on so i guess i neglect my space for a while? Let me call the shots man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep enjoying Passion Pit, William Fitzsimmions, The Airborne Toxic Event, Angels &amp; Airwaves, Starsailor and Sigur Ros for now until i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Her name is **** ****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-4197823703637333562?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4197823703637333562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=4197823703637333562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4197823703637333562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4197823703637333562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/06/alright-sorry-for-not-blogging-in.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ceqBXK8jAiE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-2626942838097697902</id><published>2011-06-11T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T23:28:26.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm back from China. Haven't blog for 2 months now... I won't be uploading any photos i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you guys with a drug song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait... Youtube don't allow me to embed the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out "Safe at Home" by Starsailor. Drug song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-2626942838097697902?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2626942838097697902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=2626942838097697902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2626942838097697902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2626942838097697902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-guys-yes-im-back-from-china.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-3875187064885575724</id><published>2011-04-15T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:59:39.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And yes, i'm flying off tomorrow. Another one of those amazing way to celebrate my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if i can blog from China and if Blogger is block by China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, who reads here? "Give me a hell ya!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying off 1 day after work sure going make me miss my people at IFF. I don't mind working part time there! It's pretty awesome there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start the machine and escape in the nick of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Far away to let thy know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-3875187064885575724?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3875187064885575724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=3875187064885575724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3875187064885575724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3875187064885575724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-yes-im-flying-off-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-9143069828149732685</id><published>2011-04-05T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:24:00.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-z4gnELPvxM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I only say these things to you when you’re sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I hear the hum from the wires and the sounds of the morning creep in&lt;br /&gt;So I lie awake and I hope that you don’t hear me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that you’re scared of turning into your mother&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel myself turn into my father&lt;br /&gt;So we can lie to ourselves like they do and say we’re still happy&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s easy when you’re young and you know still want it so badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn over again and I feel my heart beating faster&lt;br /&gt;And I stare out the window and I think that I might scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that you’re all I ever wanted, dear&lt;br /&gt;And I still utter every word as I hold you near&lt;br /&gt;But I shudder when I think that I might not be here forever, forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we find ourselves alone at the station&lt;br /&gt;And you smile like a child and you told me you want to be taken&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you’d be the kind of girl that would say that&lt;br /&gt;And you suddenly seem like some faceless thing in my breast&lt;br /&gt;I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t find it exciting&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes all wet and your face so warm and inviting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that you’re all I ever wanted, dear&lt;br /&gt;And I utter every word as I hold you near&lt;br /&gt;But I shudder when I think that I might not be here forever, forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d tell you that I’d always love you like some virgin bride that you are at night&lt;br /&gt;But I’d be lying&lt;br /&gt;Love is defying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I could think is that there must be some kind of rebellion&lt;br /&gt;We’re on these fears like soldiers and we slay them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can tell you that you’re all I ever wanted, dear&lt;br /&gt;I still feel you breathing while you’re sleeping here&lt;br /&gt;And I shudder when you wake and ask me if I thought I’d be here forever, forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face so twisted and your eyes a lie&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you I don’t see you when you cry at night&lt;br /&gt;But I’d be lying&lt;br /&gt;Love is defying&lt;br /&gt;We’re slowly dying"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I Ever Wanted - The Airborne Toxic Event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a super nice song. Check out the bombastic video of this song too. The videography of it is really good and sharp. Love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In IFF, there will be a showcase of food and fragrances product. Awesome! It shows all the new products which could be lauch like... ********** [sorry can't say]. BUT!! I will be away! It's on the 18th of April and that's when i will be in China. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Beef energy bar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-9143069828149732685?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9143069828149732685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=9143069828149732685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/9143069828149732685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/9143069828149732685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-only-say-these-things-to-you-when.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-z4gnELPvxM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-1084827911231511388</id><published>2011-03-31T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T22:07:42.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aq9rtwRBNrE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is.... I miss you. Let's live till the world make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a nice song eh? Angela McCluskey's voice is really difference. Its rough but yet nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: You know what the sucker can do, yet that sucker can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-1084827911231511388?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1084827911231511388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=1084827911231511388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1084827911231511388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1084827911231511388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/03/truth-is.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aq9rtwRBNrE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-7213578505497270292</id><published>2011-03-13T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:20:24.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TZy4cxj4SGQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The moon you've felt, it has no side&lt;br /&gt;That's dark like hell, or safe from light&lt;br /&gt;Just blown﻿ apart, by wind from stars&lt;br /&gt;With white dust tides to pull on ours....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, nice right? It's quite amazing how the band can create these songs while pointing the middle finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it is true, how could it be. It is so damn true that what they speak of (rather what they sing of) is what the world is really in need of. Filler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my terms, its so rare that people nowadays speak like this. If you're a girl and you speak like this, you're either too far from my reach or just my imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: International Flavour &amp; Fragrance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-7213578505497270292?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7213578505497270292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=7213578505497270292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7213578505497270292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7213578505497270292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/03/moon-youve-felt-it-has-no-side-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TZy4cxj4SGQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-8294934724039837605</id><published>2011-03-06T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:32:12.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.  "Et Ducit Mundum Per Luce" 2:34&lt;br /&gt;2.  "The Flight of Apollo"    6:15&lt;br /&gt;3.  "Young London"    5:03&lt;br /&gt;4.  "Shove"    6:34&lt;br /&gt;5.  "Epic Holiday"    4:38&lt;br /&gt;6.  "Hallucinations"    4:39&lt;br /&gt;7.  "The Moon-Atomic (...Fragments and Fictions)"    6:17&lt;br /&gt;8.  "Clever Love"    4:27&lt;br /&gt;9.  "Soul Survivor (...2012)"    4:04&lt;br /&gt;10.  "Letters to God, Part II"    4:06&lt;br /&gt;11.  "Some Origins of Fire"    5:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to their concert so badly now. Ya. But at least, i can nod my head non-stop on my trip tomorrow to work. First day of ITP tomorrow so ya, i rather think that i can nod all the way rather than knowing that there's ITP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for letting you (if you are still here) read the parable all over until now. Sorry that i do not have any pictures to show because, apparently, well, that's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over (of course it has to be, that's why i have work tomorrow) and i would say that this time round, it is worst. Kinda blackout during my QAAS paper which is not cool. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's over right? Now i guess i'll just focus on Christ, my work, my book and getting really for China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;AVA LOVE is eargasm,﻿ eyegasm, mindgasm, soulgasm, lifegasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-8294934724039837605?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8294934724039837605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=8294934724039837605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8294934724039837605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8294934724039837605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-5137715618559907284</id><published>2011-02-09T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:38:54.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE MADMAN----Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: "I seek God! I seek God!"---As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated?---Thus they yelled and laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. "Whither is God?" he cried; "I will tell you. We have killed him---you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whoever is born after us---for the sake of this deed he will belong to a higher history than all history hitherto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been related further that on the same day the madman forced his way into several churches and there struck up his requiem aeternam deo. Led out and called to account, he is said always to have replied nothing but: "What after all are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science (1882, 1887)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be one of the hardest parable i ever come across. No shit. I would never thought that it was a linkage between atheism and life. Who knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Default denial is kinda stupid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-5137715618559907284?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5137715618559907284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=5137715618559907284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5137715618559907284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5137715618559907284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/02/madman-have-you-not-heard-of-that.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-6895735341012986056</id><published>2011-02-04T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:33:38.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WF1I9e3gbD0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ladies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has some really sick tunes... And i'm loving it. So soul pop. So different from Mandopop or K-pop or pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela McCluskey voice and vocals are really getting onto me! Want to watch her live in a gig in Singapore! Sick tunes by brilliant minds with creative nothingness but only the result of a honest heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year (CNY) is fun. Ya, fun. I mean, how much more can it get? Oh! Summer changed his name to kyle. Sexy.... Timothy is getting married at RWS. Nice.... Cheryl is favoured by my father. What to do?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Perfume genius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-6895735341012986056?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6895735341012986056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=6895735341012986056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6895735341012986056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6895735341012986056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-ladies-this-song-has-some-really.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WF1I9e3gbD0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-5493680752435083157</id><published>2011-01-16T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:44:54.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlFj26ueNMg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlFj26ueNMg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had such a good feeling while listening to a song for quite awhile now. It was "End of the Day" then "Close" and here "Winter Lane (DSK)" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... It feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is piling up like Babylon trying to reach heaven! There's hell lots of work to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i still need money to buy a new camera body. [hint hint, my birthday, all my friends can just chip in $15 and help me buy a 40D body. Bargain and try to get the BG too. Pss]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: He bids me to come and die yet then to be saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-5493680752435083157?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5493680752435083157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=5493680752435083157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5493680752435083157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5493680752435083157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-song-havent-had-such-good.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-9087505351050001141</id><published>2011-01-08T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:15:15.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It’s all in the art of being insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on out of your house, you’re feeling so unsure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are better than cats are better than gods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all in the streets, the moral panic starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these cynical kids, 14 with hardened hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, look at you now, get on out of your house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why you play with fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on out of your house"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all begin at some point as point-and-shoot photographers. But then there comes a stage when we feel stupid and inferior and then become a better photographer. We see the point of why the DLSR was brought and the need to invest on lens and its gadgets. We see the need to understand the terms and techniques used. Only then, we can improve our photos and say that we did achieve something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are not one of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: East sun calls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-9087505351050001141?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9087505351050001141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=9087505351050001141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/9087505351050001141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/9087505351050001141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-all-in-art-of-being-insecure-get-on.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-8065690081505623401</id><published>2011-01-03T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:50:54.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This cannot be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2ZJHZLFCwjE" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this video already makes me feel like i'm at the concert!!! Look at that lead guitar! Look at her solo and her headbang!!! Look at the bounce of the drummer's chair! Look at the poker face of the bassist!!! This is tight shit. Beautiful, beautiful, just simply beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished one book just today and now i got 3 more to go. Still so tempted to buy the other book! Scared shitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like spacy, warm-ed coloured toilets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: The art of American idiots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-8065690081505623401?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8065690081505623401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=8065690081505623401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8065690081505623401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8065690081505623401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-cannot-be-possible.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2ZJHZLFCwjE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-814418282751442959</id><published>2010-12-29T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T13:22:10.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are pretty, beautiful, full of character and consist most of the values a guy like. Yet then, you have the power and the abilities of nature to make a lot of lives very dull, sad, miserable and happy, exciting, fulfilling and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are human, yes you are! And you are enjoying God's gift to you! With it, i do hope you make right decisions and the friends and love ones you choose. Life happens once and next (should) be heaven. so do things which you will never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Tonnes of bullshit false teachings about Christianity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-814418282751442959?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/814418282751442959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=814418282751442959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/814418282751442959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/814418282751442959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-pretty-beautiful-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-2883072847808918989</id><published>2010-12-26T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T23:38:15.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You like to walk, i like to seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Priya, how would Jesus talked to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth. THE TRUTH. TRUTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the question is, which Truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flesh twisted Truth to desired Truth, by the same mind which Truth was aimed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: I've always wanted to post a whole chuck of my feelings here but then always forget what is it about when i at this "Posting" page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-2883072847808918989?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2883072847808918989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=2883072847808918989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2883072847808918989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2883072847808918989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-like-to-walk-i-like-to-seat.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-5814451424226382119</id><published>2010-12-25T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T15:42:54.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Foul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just spent 20 minutes typing a whole long post but then just deleted it. Found myself judging people when i am not even suppose too. It like double hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of meaning to it and how has the world use it to commercialise their product, sending out the wrong message. Ya, there's only one true message and that's the birth of Christ. One message, one present, one truth. What more do you want for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, people all over the world celebrate it! Radio playing song with words like "Christ", "Jesus" and "Son of God". Its like, i just realised, no other religions get to hear their idol on national radio, even in such a country like Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta myself presents already. Ya, money from the attachment. Blah. Overall? Spent like $700-900+?! But note, that's over the course of 3-4 months from now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got tonnes of Christian books to read. Hmmmm. 5!!!!!! 5 waiting for me!!! Where's the 25th hour when i need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Bash brawl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-5814451424226382119?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5814451424226382119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=5814451424226382119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5814451424226382119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5814451424226382119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/12/foul-ive-just-spent-20-minutes-typing.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-2394077237838732325</id><published>2010-12-19T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:35:36.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from Malaysia about 2 days ago... Hmmm, what can i say? I hate the hotel at Cameron Highlands. I prefer something different like Smokehouse or Bala's or Strawberry. It's so much more cozy there and the characteristics of the stay is so much better. Much more lively and charming yet still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, school holiday will not be as free as i thought. Got formulation and datasheets to do. Yes, datasheets. Such a HORRIBLE THING! How are we (students) suppose to get evaluated based on teamwork? Screwed work is more likely. I so much more prefer individual reports even though they are super long and time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera skills? Utterly FAIL! So much more to read up then distortions and their different types, CA, vignetting and FTM. SO SO MUCH MORE! So technical after all. My advice to those who want to get a DSLR (scene kids, duh!), DON'T GET! You think you know but you don't. TRUST ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Damn she hot. Ya, hell is hotter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-2394077237838732325?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2394077237838732325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=2394077237838732325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2394077237838732325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2394077237838732325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-from-malaysia-about-2-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-5180080668528413042</id><published>2010-12-09T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:06:22.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh ya neh neh! Exams are over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the exams are over without a feeling of burden being lifted off! How cock is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of weird feeling is raging within me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Forrest scream and how i will scream at Forrest. Check out Hellogoodbye new album!! Its really pretty especially this song, "Finding soemthing to do", "Coppertone" and "Would it kill you?" Try Try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kafTWL1zAn0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kafTWL1zAn0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: One by one, they just walk off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-5180080668528413042?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5180080668528413042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=5180080668528413042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5180080668528413042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5180080668528413042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-ya-neh-neh-exams-are-over-and-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-5503133322248517640</id><published>2010-11-28T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T16:18:44.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stop acting would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting nothing has happened then play helping and caring like you really do. If acting does mean something then i would be acting the whole day and just reject reality. Oh shit, just wake that bloody mind of yours. Can't even do anything simple and still acting and playing helpful, thinking it would compensate. Sure sure, it will just build up the amount of excuses you have to say when questioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come and see that things are beautiful without crediting the person or saying sorry. You leave with no intention of taking responsible but the responsible you want to take is praise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save yourself and you will save others. So please, understand that what you're doing ain't helping. I far off better when you're not around, so PISSED OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: All the young, immature, wannabe dudes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-5503133322248517640?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5503133322248517640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=5503133322248517640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5503133322248517640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5503133322248517640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/11/stop-acting-would-you-acting-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-8356218812811661268</id><published>2010-11-26T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:27:36.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, once A levels officially finished on the 29th Nov or 2nd Dec, my Facebook is a goner. All the photos will just keep flooding my wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqxZoVAE6-8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqxZoVAE6-8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Cannot stop us from saying your Name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-8356218812811661268?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8356218812811661268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=8356218812811661268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8356218812811661268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8356218812811661268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-we-we-we-we-we-we-we-i-swear-once.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-4827381604190773894</id><published>2010-11-25T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:07:17.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How ironic, JC people are ending their papers new week while my papers start next week and last for 2 weeks. Gosh! Can't wait to celebrate with them and now i need to wait for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workload is still so much and with exams so close, it ain't resting. That's simply what i can say about school. Seriously, nothing exciting is happening and kicking ain't kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember about one of my posts saying how peoples' blogs are always so interesting be it life, purpose, friends or spiritual life, and mine being bored? Ya, i kinda STILL CAN'T FIND THE ANSWER WHY?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like everyone has their own writing style and it always "wow" readers. I guess i'm not cut for those kind of writing. I'm already not cut for blogging cause i haven't changed the skin for 4 years now?! Ya, i love this skin so i guess i won't bother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: I've got nothing to say when karma hits me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-4827381604190773894?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4827381604190773894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=4827381604190773894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4827381604190773894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4827381604190773894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-ironic-jc-people-are-ending-their.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-9013151739181527186</id><published>2010-11-14T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:14:15.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you love your woman up to the maximum&lt;br /&gt;Tell her if hold on, hold on strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love your woman up to the maximum&lt;br /&gt;Tell her if hold on, hold on strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah far-farway&lt;br /&gt;To go beside you&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Wah far-farway&lt;br /&gt;To laugh, to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah far-farway&lt;br /&gt;Where to go and hide?&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Wah far-farway&lt;br /&gt;To laugh, to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimlessly finding something isn't the best thing i should do now since that i'm in poly but somehow, that's the only thing i can do to get to the next level, which is then again, aimlessly doing something to get out to the next level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that life as a Singaporean revolves with no uniqueness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that why we're called for a change. A change that i see yet so hard to reach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my wall everyday, i look at them, then i wonder, what would we be in the future? Will we be standing like that next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: I kinda just wasted a few ATP right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-9013151739181527186?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9013151739181527186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=9013151739181527186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/9013151739181527186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/9013151739181527186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-love-your-woman-up-to-maximum.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-7949669445883736438</id><published>2010-11-04T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:50:12.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you see in the unseen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, many peoples have belief in many different things, be it religion or theory or mindset. It so happen that my mom was talking about oxidised water when i thought about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, a belief means to believe in something unseen. A belief in a religion would be that my belief is in Christ, that i believe in Christ. But then what about those which have something physical for the people to believe in? Would that still count as a belief? I find it ridiculous when people say (and this taking from the fact that this religion is the only religion which i find physical), "My belief is Buddhism." Ironically, Buddhism (as we all know) comes from Buddha which is in fact human. So a belief in something physical? I find it hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just a thought. Don't get me wrong, i'm not trying to find fault in anything but that being a fact, religion is one of the easiest thing to explain and talk about but then also the most complicated thing in the world. As C.S. Lewis said, simple things are never simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! School is crazy now! How crazy? I got one five-page report which weights 35% of the module. Screw one page means screwing 7% of the module which means no more A or AD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: It's all in the art of being insecure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-7949669445883736438?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7949669445883736438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=7949669445883736438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7949669445883736438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7949669445883736438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-do-you-see-in-unseen-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-6987988933327020023</id><published>2010-10-25T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:17:24.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly, i'm just so tired from studying. Why am i studying so hard when i know that the end of the road will be near soon. Will i get into university? Will i continue to live? Will i be what i want? Will i be what God wants me to be? Was life even greener on the other side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that the grass is apparently better on the other side. Why is there a constant physical reminder that the grass could and always had been greener on the other side. But then, will i be what i am today if i had taken the other path? Will i still perceive things i do if i am there? Will i be able to handle what will be thrown to me if i was on the other side? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want to know and prove that constant reminder's hypothesis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, give me another reason to continue moving on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: The burn seems cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-6987988933327020023?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6987988933327020023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=6987988933327020023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6987988933327020023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6987988933327020023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/10/suddenly-im-just-so-tired-from-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-4424182984383436242</id><published>2010-10-10T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:55:34.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reality is crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i seriously feel that good things should not and maybe, never to be shared! Who the hell said that good things has to be shared?! Would you in the world share your awesome girlfriend? She's good stuff so why should you not share? It's like sharing sex with her with another guy in the room waiting for some action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid idea. But! But, good problems are always worth sharing. Of course, self-solving will just kill the brain and just kill the person itself. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like midday news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tomorrow is the last week of work for me. Guess that i will be missing my students a lot but i will never miss my supervisor. Gosh, what a horror. Cannot blog about it now since i'm still in the job. Maybe next week then i'll blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Revolve in the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-4424182984383436242?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4424182984383436242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=4424182984383436242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4424182984383436242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4424182984383436242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/10/reality-is-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-3279092948018359160</id><published>2010-10-06T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:05:16.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slowly walking on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome GPA!!! Thank GOD!!!! Phew!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me post a song before i forget. This is from his new EP. Just waiting for his EP to be release so that i can buy it!!! Stripped down and all acoustic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdYqgsHIz98?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdYqgsHIz98?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know why C.S. Lewis "Mere Christianity" is such a good-seller! He explains so well the Christian concepts and approach the points from a non-believer's point of view. It's also simply amazing how he makes me realise points which we missed out in life. Little things like who are actually are and why we can never see things we think we are seeing now. Complicated? Read the book man!!! And here's the best point, he wrote it directly after the World War 2 and still applies so nicely and neatly in this modern age. Seriously, all will be shocked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: I like hate better than you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-3279092948018359160?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3279092948018359160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=3279092948018359160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3279092948018359160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3279092948018359160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/10/slowly-walking-on-broken-glass-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-72483624490428342</id><published>2010-10-02T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T21:03:13.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dpc-rec.dk/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/hannah-gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 492px;" src="http://www.dpc-rec.dk/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/hannah-gun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i just love this picture. So deceiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2 of work just ended and similar to the previous entry, school has been good to me. The workload has of course increase but i guess it's still manageable. Now must start doing lesson plan already and get ready for the next practical. And further more, i will be hosting all 4 practical for the 1Express class next week!! COOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this reminds me that we (SP students) will be getting back our results on Monday. What a dreadful day... I seriously pray that mine will be fine man. It seems like everything i get my results, it will be some place special and not at home. First was in school while climbing, then followed by my sem2 results which i received when i was having camp in Malaysia and now, getting my results when i am working in school. Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, don't want to talk about life so i guess that's all for now. Maybe i'll update while at work but i also don't want anyone from school to know that i got a blog. Will die!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Waiting for the fool~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-72483624490428342?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/72483624490428342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=72483624490428342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/72483624490428342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/72483624490428342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/10/ok-i-just-love-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-8479528346665940568</id><published>2010-09-22T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:42:23.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i'm just reading other people's blog and i wonder, i wonder why can't i type the same as them. They write as if there is no problem in life or just that they don't want to show their trouble. But seriously, why can't i type like some happy-go-lucky kinda guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You perceive all the of these things i've never have known.&lt;br /&gt;- In my life, be lifted high.&lt;br /&gt;- Back to brass track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, work has been good to me. Not as bad as i thought (told) and yet not as good as i dreamed. Of course there's work to do and relief work to apply but hey, there's always something to look forward to. Told not laugh or to give my face away in front of the students but i always can't help to laugh thinking about the time when one of the boys from 1 N(T) keeps smacking another guy's butt and tell me lots of stupid things. Just giggled away. Oh, and i kinda gotten my assignment for next week and my project for my entire duration of work there. Started work already but just hope that it works out fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, people always say lots of things about Christian which don't usually match with what another person's words. But here, Hillsongs provided us with an answer during our cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAMbEPZfWCY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAMbEPZfWCY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to talk to you and show how much we have in common. Something so unseen yet so written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Do you believe in sharing a yolk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-8479528346665940568?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8479528346665940568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=8479528346665940568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8479528346665940568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8479528346665940568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-im-just-reading-other-peoples.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-4699429439374944499</id><published>2010-09-18T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:51:07.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HERE BY DECLARE.... I HAVE NO MORE HOLIDAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exams officially ended yesterday. What a tough 6 weeks of non-stop studying for this exams man, it was sure damn damn tiring. Brain totally exhausted, sleep was insufficient and home was a rent. Hope i did well for the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, what is done is done already. Then met up with Jaclyn after that for dinner which was kinda our last since she flying off. But that's not the important part since we got Skype! Important thing is that i had a super strong feeling that i would somehow meet Koh in town and it was so true! Got saw and she still give me that stupid cheeky face. Stupid Koh, next time you will d-i-e. Even so, all the best in UK and with Laws!!! COME ON... YOU SO SMART AND STILL FAKED YOUR WAY THROUGH FACEBOOK, I SERIOUSLY DO EXPECT MYSELF TO CALL YOU DOC. JACLYN CHOW ON YOUR RETURN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, i must relax as much as i can. Attachment starts this money. Damn, i really don't know what to expect and what is expected of me. Of course there are some expectations i set by myself but what about the rest from my LO and supervisor?? Gosh, so damn nervous!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, i guess that's about it. End with my all time favourite song. This is signature-ly classic. Even Kelly Clarkson don't/will never match up to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILJxICUIbCY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILJxICUIbCY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: woooooooOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-4699429439374944499?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4699429439374944499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=4699429439374944499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4699429439374944499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4699429439374944499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-here-by-declare.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-3201501961506953967</id><published>2010-09-05T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:33:21.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not bad... Tomorrow is the start of the papers and here i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like my life now. Not the study life but how i live my life.. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? Stone lor. Literally stone according the Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SP0IdZEc0gM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SP0IdZEc0gM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Where's the&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-3201501961506953967?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3201501961506953967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=3201501961506953967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3201501961506953967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3201501961506953967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-258976813921568527</id><published>2010-08-26T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:55:46.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder if i'm allowed to go see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys treat girls and guys so differently? Its like they're going to get any love from it by acting a person he/she isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this scenario: A group of guys making a handfull of noise in the lib by laughing and talking a bit too loudly. There, near by, sit a guy. He hiss "shhhhh!!" and the guys turn over and continued talking, this time even loudly. But then another side sat a girl. She hiss "shhhhh!!" and the guys turn over and start whispering, "eh, chio sia... blah blah blah". And soon they tone down their volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kinda speechless that such a thing can happen and humans are so naive. But why??? The painful question is why?? Why this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another question is, if couples believe they are in love, why do they still fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What then is love? Where is the line that draws &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being in love&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter note, yay! tomorrow is Friday! Has been studying non-stop these few days and hell its tiring. Need my attention span to be much longer!! Then again, can't wait for these days to go past more quickly! Want to start working at Dunearn Sec!!! omg!!!! Seriously! Can't wait to call up Mdm Ratna to get advices from her! Earn those sexy money!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams very soon so the blog might be dead. I mean more dead from dead. Do keep your mind working :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: He cries the song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-258976813921568527?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/258976813921568527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=258976813921568527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/258976813921568527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/258976813921568527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wonder-if-im-allowed-to-go-see.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-2684642582503768319</id><published>2010-08-14T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:21:16.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>V to the P to the icky to the ollard. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saeglopur is still playing in my head like crazy!!! More crazy than any girl that was busy running through my head!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saeglopur!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for realisation to occur one day where people will realise things with a naked mind. Yes, we care created with a mind to think for ourselves but what about a mind see beyond the eyes? Is that asking too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that asking for God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised, try composing a religious song without things to do with God. What do you get? A love song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love song for a saviour. Just like how Jars of Clays, Lifehouse and Switchfoot did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again? Will people even realised that? (no, you don't but even when you say yes, you are only doing so because you saw this post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exact same theory used by C.S. Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew. Who will even see. I hope you whom i cherish so much will realise this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Seafarer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-2684642582503768319?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2684642582503768319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=2684642582503768319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2684642582503768319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2684642582503768319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/08/v-to-p-to-icky-to-ollard.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-3140000980698202359</id><published>2010-08-09T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:25:56.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"And you said&lt;br /&gt;It was like fire around the brim&lt;br /&gt;Burning solid&lt;br /&gt;Burning thin the burning rim&lt;br /&gt;Like stars burning holes right through the dark&lt;br /&gt;Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You were one inch from the edge of this bed&lt;br /&gt;I drag you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst&lt;br /&gt;With all their lions and all their might and all their thirst&lt;br /&gt;They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;Against the walls against your rules against your skin&lt;br /&gt;My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors&lt;br /&gt;Of your eyes but go in disguise like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepyhead - Passion Pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National day = studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Gosh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-3140000980698202359?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3140000980698202359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=3140000980698202359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3140000980698202359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3140000980698202359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-you-said-it-was-like-fire-around.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-4159032301674980665</id><published>2010-08-04T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:14:57.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TFlnwpor6uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WznibmUzYM0/s1600/IMG_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TFlnwpor6uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WznibmUzYM0/s320/IMG_1436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501542505317657314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last 2 days and i still have shit much to do!!! The moods gone! NO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish, just finished a test today then all the moods for reports and datasheets are just gone! I want my mood back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then i want the days to go fast so that i can meet you!! Damn it! One last time before you flight to ku-ku UK! Oh come one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the mutants met up last Saturday to celebrate CaiHong's and Kash's birthday! CH accuse us of such a expensive present for being so light and Kash was a cock when he couldn't identify the "halal-beer" he was drinking!!!! It ended epic-ly when we all ran off after hearing the news. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a heavier note, Gene told me about.... But anyway, was listening to this song and it just made me realised, why do i want to be known? When i listened to the song, it stirred up a feeling of dreaming and then wanting to fly that dream but then since we are humans and this is earth, contentment would just be awesome enough. In order words, quietly and secretly happy knowing you are the best you can be. :) Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgEGVKwURKc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgEGVKwURKc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Glowing sidewalks in halogen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-4159032301674980665?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4159032301674980665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=4159032301674980665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4159032301674980665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4159032301674980665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-last-2-days-and-i-still-have-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TFlnwpor6uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WznibmUzYM0/s72-c/IMG_1436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-8603341804498750413</id><published>2010-07-26T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:17:48.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day of mixed feelings. So rojak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get this problem off my mind. I mean, am i seeing this truth as a fact now? Is it the truth that the truth is meant to be just that we (humans) hate the fact that we must change to this truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, check out this video. There's the other episode on Youtube. Trust me, it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7f7udgXREY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7f7udgXREY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Can't decipher reflections from reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-8603341804498750413?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8603341804498750413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=8603341804498750413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8603341804498750413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8603341804498750413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-day-of-mixed-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-4546142080665498130</id><published>2010-07-18T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:45:12.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talking crap about the secret handshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't understand some certain people. But then it all boils down to the question, it is worth understanding them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same for "live to your own expectation". The line between advice and pushing for has become so blur. Sure, theoretically it seem so clear, but it is so practically? How wordplay and actions contradict ones mouth is so distinct nowadays yet no one notice it. It's the same as "passing information" and "gossiping". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, look with a child's heart and monkey's mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you are? Then ask yourself again, are you an outcast? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the point of me blogging about happy moments like kids floating along those air balls? I would like to but that would just mean that the world is happy but the world is not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Inception&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-4546142080665498130?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4546142080665498130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=4546142080665498130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4546142080665498130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4546142080665498130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/07/talking-crap-about-secret-handshake.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-3023772142521319385</id><published>2010-07-11T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:11:01.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PIECE OF SLUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that my life is.... FML. Remember my last post? Hell ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so many things that run through my mind which i wish many could be much. Countless are they. I swear my life is deteriorating because of all this thinkings that run through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously who will understand all that i talk about. Even my closest friend understand me to a certain extent only. Man... who can i talk to except for my wall and this blog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupture, Coincidence, truth, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Secretly dying" is one of the best words i will use now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Fall fall falls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-3023772142521319385?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3023772142521319385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=3023772142521319385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3023772142521319385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3023772142521319385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/07/piece-of-slug-i-seriously-think-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-7674251676405226493</id><published>2010-07-03T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:06:14.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is there such a feeling stirring within me? A feeling so mixed, so unwanted, so... confusing. Eventhough it's just after exams but yet i feel so distorted. Maybe its dude to the reports and assignments that i still got to do? Shit... Seriously hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations after Biochemistry was short-lived then it was back to stress again. Had to rush through 2 data-sheets within 2 hours. I beg you guys won't even do your part only till the last minute. Seriously hate these kind of people. Why are you threatening my results with all your laziness?! I am pushing so hard so that there's more time for other things but no, you guys don't see it and think that i am naggy. For bloody sick, last minute work can never get you the marks you cry over!!! I believe so because those scoring way better are those who does things early! So open your eyes! You guys are already pass 17 years old! So much for maturity. BULLSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you are the person then change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so what if i don't help, do i need to be what you want me to be? If yes then aren't you contradicting yourself about "live up to your own expectation"? If no then why are you still "strongly advicing" me to do things you want me to do then attitude me when i don't do it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then might say, "Aren't you contradicting yourself then? You talk about you pushing for more time, isn't that making people live to your expectation too?" HELL NO! MATURE YOU AREN'T EVEN THINKING! That has to do with my marks but this doesn't! It's just for your own pleasure sick and "as my job and responsibility as a team member". I don't achieve good results because of working "as my job". At least i do did something asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: You had no excuse not to overtake me when i couldn't do anything so therefore, you equals to loser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-7674251676405226493?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7674251676405226493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=7674251676405226493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7674251676405226493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7674251676405226493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-is-there-such-feeling-stirring.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-6242049267507965181</id><published>2010-06-24T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T13:19:16.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so so tired... But there's still so much to do!!! So dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockmaster, 24/131, not bad for me. Quite disappointed in some people. Too bad for them, just a bunch of loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTS-7mwwYc8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTS-7mwwYc8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Coincidence vs Lucky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-6242049267507965181?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6242049267507965181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=6242049267507965181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6242049267507965181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6242049267507965181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-so-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-2428874401399204700</id><published>2010-06-18T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:58:05.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow!!! RockMaster 2010!!!! ALEZZZZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even wondered why people don't even talk about themselves watching porn? I mean it just occurs to me that since it is so normal that people masturbate (it even seem abnormal if people don't masturbate), is there really much need not to tell anyone you watch porn? Ok.. maybe behind closed door people do tell each other. But what about openly and publicly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, by hook, there got to be porn in order to trigger the thoughts in the mind right? People don't really excrete just on the sight of naked woman/man, thus there should be some illusion or screen thoughts in their mind triggering the nerves to excrete semen. If you bet to differ, man, you better check a doctor, if not you will be excreting every second in USA or Europe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, would there be any wrong in this era to even publicly announce that people watches porn? No, i guess it would be perfectly normal. But of course it is still very wrong to fantasize and exercise those thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday isn't really a holiday afterall. So much work to be done and still there's rock climbing to cope. Wonder what would be the turn out from all these time spent in my CCA. Would it even do any good to me? But i mean, i love climbing so why not.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check out this song for the end of this post, it is... kinda tells the same story in Superman (it's not easy) by Five for Fighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WnCrhXSqkLE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WnCrhXSqkLE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Crawl on your stretching arm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-2428874401399204700?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2428874401399204700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=2428874401399204700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2428874401399204700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2428874401399204700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/tomorrow-rockmaster-2010-alezzzz-even.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-6233963335230357126</id><published>2010-06-14T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:02:56.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see from here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If vulgarism is justice, love will never say "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;If violence is justice, the world would not be filled with 6.5 billion people.&lt;br /&gt;If word of law from human mouth is justice, why is the world not in peace?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate/dislike/detest people who expects something in return without giving anything. The simplest way to discover how they are like is their respect. Do they respect you as much as you earn it from them? Do they expect it to last forever just because of a one-time-off situation where they save everyone? Do they expect to stick their head up everytime and know that they are respect? If so, where is their respect to themselves? I don't see any, because all i see is ego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens to be a clear distinct line in values and characteristics seems so blur/cloudy nowadays. Where is it? If you can identify it, then why are you not so? A way to see it in people is the way they reply when a question about them is posted. Simplest, in all human, "but" is the most powerful and deceiving word. Think about it. I do see a need to explain anymore. If you get it, you will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Anyway, the curves and lines are sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-6233963335230357126?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6233963335230357126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=6233963335230357126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6233963335230357126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6233963335230357126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-see-from-here-if-vulgarism-is.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-3626003152747091015</id><published>2010-06-13T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:23:28.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something is missing from my life, that i'm very sure of. Just what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over for now but it doesn't make me feel good neither does it makes me feel dull, like a pot of mixed feelings. Feels like i threw in a lot of different feelings during and after my exams and now trying to pick the ones which suits me. Ok, i won't even say it's exams, its just MST, freaking test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that dwelling on the past isn't so much fun now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, huge accomplishment yesterday! Finish wall repairing all within one single day! The condition of the wall is really really bad. One panel itself has already 14 repairs done on it! Thats hell lot thinking of the amount of panels we have in the gym. What a tiring, dusty, dangerous, lungs-choking job never feel so good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found another of Angela McCluskey song and swear it tingles my nerves. Sure its good. Her voice, like i said, steal hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: It's been done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-3626003152747091015?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3626003152747091015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=3626003152747091015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3626003152747091015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3626003152747091015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-is-missing-from-my-life-that.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-5437622695948524856</id><published>2010-06-07T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:14:44.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I’m looking at the people&lt;br /&gt;Walking up and down&lt;br /&gt;Going left and right&lt;br /&gt;And then turn around&lt;br /&gt;She’s reaching out to touch me&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to breathe&lt;br /&gt;As I feel her she falls into her dreams&lt;br /&gt;I like the way the day’s begun "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday by Telepopmusik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only every Tuesday or any other days will start with this masterpiece by Telepopmusik. You know... Classical for the Indie? Ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: For your question, i would be forever if entangles ages&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-5437622695948524856?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5437622695948524856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=5437622695948524856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5437622695948524856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5437622695948524856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-looking-at-people-walking-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-627385559419522856</id><published>2010-06-03T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:50:32.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I know that you're an artist,&lt;br /&gt;you're the hardest one to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you conceal&lt;br /&gt;is revealed on your canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find all of your ugly meanings&lt;br /&gt;in the things I find beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the fall is coming?&lt;br /&gt;Come, I'm falling into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You perceive all of these things&lt;br /&gt;I'd never have known.&lt;br /&gt;Love, will you turn off the lights?&lt;br /&gt;'cause we're already home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You painted me in pastel,&lt;br /&gt;colors that don't tell of any boldness.&lt;br /&gt;That's the way you'd love to see me:&lt;br /&gt;so delicate, so weak, so little purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your eyes are drawn of charcoal&lt;br /&gt;they're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;Because they see a sleeping world,&lt;br /&gt;where waking isn't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You perceive all of these things&lt;br /&gt;I'd never have known.&lt;br /&gt;Love, will you turn off the lights?&lt;br /&gt;'cause we're already home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how, how, can you live without your lies.&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, love I've had enough of you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;all of these things I'd never have known,oh.&lt;br /&gt;love will you turn out the lights 'cause we're already home, oh.&lt;br /&gt;You perceive all of these things&lt;br /&gt;I'd never have known, oh.&lt;br /&gt;love will you turn out the lights,'cause we're already home, home. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist by The Hush Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: I need an album to listen to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-627385559419522856?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/627385559419522856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=627385559419522856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/627385559419522856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/627385559419522856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-know-that-youre-artist-youre-hardest.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-8899477591351651675</id><published>2010-05-30T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:00:52.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking through my Epik High's song list and found this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBaxlA0tdjQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBaxlA0tdjQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply awesome. If you are in a hurry or thinks "huh? sound so abnormal, so american." Ok, then listen from 2:40 onwards, but make sure you put on your best headphones. Oh man. So realistic. I have no idea but is it me or i just heard "69" at around 2:47. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, studying today after coming back from Kwang How's house. It's been so long since he came to church. So good to have him back with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, studying wasn't very productive. Feels like i did quite a sum full but then i hope it stays inside my brain. Don't want to waste it away. Studying will be life for the next few days, but nerd will i be for the next few weeks! School is being constant now. Good or bad i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit] Just got news that team SPRC won 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 6th in the NM! We also won 1st for NW!!! Awesome stuff! Now the pressure is on those who aren't in that boat yet. [Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Extract&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-8899477591351651675?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8899477591351651675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=8899477591351651675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8899477591351651675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8899477591351651675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/looking-through-my-epik-highs-song-list.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-1284879455883135010</id><published>2010-05-29T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T18:51:35.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pumpfest qualifying round for Novice Men is over!!!! And of course i didn't get in. Not in even into the top 20. But what am i to do. My first competition since my broken elbow and since my climbing has deprove a lot. Crap. This time, i really don't know if i should feel happy or sad. 67 out of 160. Is that good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exams are coming. Like this Tuesday and next week. It's damn freaking fast. Hell fast. Man... i need the time to study. Focus my mind and body to study. Shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, there would be a song. I think this could be the darkest song of Daniel Hunter. Seriously the darkest song he ever created. Never did expect him to come up with such a thing. But credits to him! It shows that he's exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8dNToOpRxA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8dNToOpRxA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Alezzz!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-1284879455883135010?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1284879455883135010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=1284879455883135010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1284879455883135010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1284879455883135010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/pumpfest-qualifying-round-for-novice.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-1949730927879783147</id><published>2010-05-20T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:12:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how my Facebook writes "Soft scratching for the soothing soul"? It's simply on replay in my playist. I'm searching so badly for the same kind of song that gave me this kind of feeling not too long ago. Just where. Damn it. Yes, soft scratching for the soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then just today while in the library, my heart got stolen by the soulful voice of Angela McCluskey. Searching and listening to other Telepopmusik songs and there i came across Smile and Brighton Beach where it all came together. Blank mind with eyes glued to the computer screen getting really to click "Replay". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just check this out: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXnTuUDCIJo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXnTuUDCIJo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Half friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-1949730927879783147?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1949730927879783147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=1949730927879783147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1949730927879783147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1949730927879783147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-know-how-my-facebook-writes-soft.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-4390146513108897557</id><published>2010-05-17T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:51:19.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who am i to judge the fair or the unfair. Is there even a need to judge "fair" when favoruritism comes into the picture? Is there a real need to judge "fair" when freedom becomes abusive? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it is really beautiful how C.S Lewis display his passion for what he believe in. The way he move the picture and how the story flows, it's just simply beautiful. Ravi Zacharias has he own way to delivering his story and his stand but the way C.S Lewis put it, its just so soft yet so impactful. Sexual immorality, how was he even able to display it so nicely. No wait, question is, how was he even able to relate what we see and live now in his time of writing which is in the .... early 1900!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to earth, week 5 is here and now yet the workload is still plying up. Reports done but need to be redo because of a lecturer's mistake (stupid idea to have foreign lecturers. More reports and datasheet which have yet to be started on. Notes to be studied for the upcoming MST exams. I can tell that my life sure is packed with tonnes of things. Eh, where's the time for even self-reflection. Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Richard Templar mentioned in his books, just got to sit down and breathe and relax your soul. Love this music, love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2SnfFChl8-Q&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2SnfFChl8-Q&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: New School Shooter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-4390146513108897557?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4390146513108897557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=4390146513108897557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4390146513108897557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4390146513108897557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-am-i-to-judge-fair-or-unfair.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-1097007889508901196</id><published>2010-05-07T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:45:20.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would you ever know?&lt;br /&gt;Ever understand?&lt;br /&gt;Ever see?&lt;br /&gt;Ever realise?&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder?&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel?&lt;br /&gt;Ever experience?&lt;br /&gt;Ever reflect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close yet you might never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XeVUPAoJYsA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XeVUPAoJYsA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Pause a step, because your hearts caught&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-1097007889508901196?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1097007889508901196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=1097007889508901196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1097007889508901196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1097007889508901196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/would-you-ever-know-ever-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-5280807137079817673</id><published>2010-05-02T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:10:52.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a bit weird i should say, after listening to Analog Rebellion's new album. Analog Rebellion was formly know as Play Radio Play and so did the name changed, so did his playing style. It is.... unexpected from him. Scratching of guitars and being more buff, nah. Especially when i am used to his playing style in his previous 2 albums. But hey, he's still Daniel Hunter within him! Best of all, he is back to being Indie! Contract left him in 2008 which means good news for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya! He's album is my latest obession. But as you know, the internet DOESN'T have everything. Can't really find his songs anywhere online. Even on download sites etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, tomorrow's already school! Hell fast it is. Furthermore, tomorrow will bring along 2 individual report! 2 in a day?! That's a first!!! Feeling the stress now and it doesn't make me feel good. Make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Do you recongise that ghost?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-5280807137079817673?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5280807137079817673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=5280807137079817673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5280807137079817673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5280807137079817673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-feeling-bit-weird-i-should-say-after.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-39956270343210825</id><published>2010-04-27T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:56:24.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE FREAKING HELLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA SAVERY AND TOBIAS WILNER ARE MARRIED TO EACH OTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's the second week of school... hm.... It sucks to be sitting around and waiting for the second part of the experiment to finish in order for us to start on the individual report. Totally sucks! The stress is kicking in really slowing which to me, it is not good. This simply means that the stress and load of work will accumulate at the end of the term nearing exams! SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not reality. Reality and fact and truth is that.... I JUST ORDERED 3 OF RAVI ZACHARIAS BOOKS!!!! AND IT'S COMING IN NEXT WEEK!!!!!!!!! A-AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now all i want is his signutare! OMG!!! Every century brings someone like C.S Lewis and i am so loving it. C.S Lewis - Ravi Zacharias - Me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: I am not a gentleman. Serious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-39956270343210825?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/39956270343210825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=39956270343210825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/39956270343210825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/39956270343210825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-freaking-hellll-sara-savery-and.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-4953328279067457554</id><published>2010-04-25T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:32:00.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>C.S Lewis - Mere Christianity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi Zacharias - Can Man Live Without God?&lt;br /&gt;                           - Jesus Among Other God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Templar - Rules of Life&lt;br /&gt;                               - Rules of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Warren - The Purpose Driven Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Righteous anger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-4953328279067457554?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4953328279067457554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=4953328279067457554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4953328279067457554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4953328279067457554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/c.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-3897558986064575325</id><published>2010-04-19T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:55:10.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the honest truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it my fault that i have so much commitment? As a friend, as a mentor and even as player. Seriously, is it my fault that i have so many friends and events and activities to attend to? If it is not my fault, why are you acting like it's my fault and telling my saractiscially, "Ahhh just go lar! It's ok!! Goo... Just go!!" Seriously why? I have my friends to attend to and activities that i am involve so can i just do it as it is my life? I don't know what is going through your mind as you tell me that. Are you telling for my good or are you just pissed with what i am doing. I offered you the opporunites to do and experience what i am doing so that you may know why i am so into such things but did you take up that offer? No. So can you please just let me do it because i love to. That doesn't mean that i am abondoning what i used to do, it is just doing it lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even so, if is not by my nature to do such things, why are you still forcing me to do it? People always say to live life as your own and do what you love but do you see what are you doing to me? If you are unhappy with what i am doing then just tell me. I will try my best to explain and just hope you understand because the other parties are my friends too. You are too that's why i don't want to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are think and reflect and see that you are such a person in my life then please please change. I don't mind helping you. This is why i post this. All in the hope of light that you might see this and maybe there is still something more. I am trying my best and doing reflections therefore i may come out with such a post and confront it in public but i still you to be there to reflect too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A court will never place judgement without the hearing of both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to school. Day 1 is hell boring. Seriously, i expect more and more fun. And weirdly, i don't feel like year 2. It still feels like year 1. This is bad... Then at the end of everything and all lessons, there's still the green band. It seems good until we saw SMA people doing their practice. It was damn loud and clear. Shit... At this rate, we might lose... NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: I wish i knew how it would...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-3897558986064575325?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3897558986064575325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=3897558986064575325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3897558986064575325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3897558986064575325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-honest-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-4559873319666121981</id><published>2010-04-16T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:32:53.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm... Starts the day with a blog. Sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn freaking angry with the FOP committee organisers for not making the programme well. It was so bad that some of the CLS FOC people complain. Sadly, i overheard their conversation about the bad-ness of FOP when i was shitting. Damn freaking pissed with those people!!! Especially when CLS FOC has built up the reputation of how GMs would be like then they killed it all. Stupid people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, on the lighter and brigther side... Red Hot Chilli Padi had an outing today!!!!!!! IT WAS TOTALLY AWESOME!!! But first, sorry to Teletubbies for not making it for your FOP with you guys today. Really sorry... So then, we eat we chill, we gossip, we talk, we laugh, we stone, we camwhore, we played. It is another kinda perfect outing which is super hard to get and can usually get only when you are with your close friends. Hmm.. ya, RHCP and Teletubbies!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then here's the fun part. RHCP had dinner then we went to Vivo sky park to chill and talked. Who knew that the girls came up with the idea of having their period after dinner to get the cake and whipped cream (Should have seen it coming). So then they came and Mama got damn high and literially just smashed the cake into my face and still can bua abit more!!!! It was damn gross lar! Whipped cream all over my face, shirt and pants! Especially my pants cause it looks like i just geez in it. But once again, i got to admit, it was damn freaking fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... so let's see what's on later... Kwang How's wedding preparation and dinner... I think i can handle more with liqour. Love it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/S8dNiDuDqyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Dras2ulxETE/s1600/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/S8dNiDuDqyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Dras2ulxETE/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460418320719391522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Sweep of the days, life of a ghost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-4559873319666121981?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4559873319666121981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=4559873319666121981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4559873319666121981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4559873319666121981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/S8dNiDuDqyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Dras2ulxETE/s72-c/IMG_0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-1546045652095187625</id><published>2010-04-10T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:35:33.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF am i doing here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing bits of my life while trying to secure another piece of my life. Feels like exams. The need to memorise one thing causes me to forget about the other. Shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Count down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-1546045652095187625?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1546045652095187625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=1546045652095187625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1546045652095187625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1546045652095187625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/wtf-am-i-doing-here-killing-bits-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-435760462396745048</id><published>2010-04-08T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T01:26:41.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's near midnight and i am still online. Where's my kias!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, who ever said that the internet has everything in the world? If anyone can get me a place to download Ghost Society's album for free, i will give him or her 50 bucks! Seriously, i can find no where that uploads their album and allows download. Man... shipping their album from Denmark would be way faster. It could be here by now!!! I want Ghost Society's Dark Moon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today went out with my kias. Teletubbies. Thank goodness that we are close man. Close enough that "somebody" would not tag along with us. That special "somebody" that goes around hanging out with other GL's kias and treating it as his/hers. Man... i really pity that group's MaMa. She must suffer so much man. First it's the Papa then now this person comes along steals the group away from her and taking it as his/her. Wish that he would just die man. Thanks for all your help but seriously, we don't owe you our living and since when you have all the power to talk to us as if we are yours only. We owe our grace and thankfulness to other people man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KH's wedding party is tomorrow and school's starting in less than 1 1/2 weeks time. Too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit] Eh Royston, don't worry, this is not about you. Seriously, chiil bro [Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: He's my new bad word&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-435760462396745048?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/435760462396745048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=435760462396745048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/435760462396745048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/435760462396745048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-near-midnight-and-i-am-still-online.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-2986362793549594839</id><published>2010-04-06T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:45:16.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends whom i make are people who just can't let me go of doing what i used to do. It's like, once i'm in, i'm in for good. I can't quit or take breaks for other commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you think you are this friend/friends of mine, then i'm sorry but i need to ask you to change. I want to live to my expectation, not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: I see a moon in the clear blue sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-2986362793549594839?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2986362793549594839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=2986362793549594839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2986362793549594839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2986362793549594839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-realise-something.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-4590401311949752449</id><published>2010-04-03T18:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:35:14.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo... so damn busy that i didn't had the time to blog. So ya, here i am to blog about 2 things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after my previous post, i had GYL camp. Yup, CLS GYL 10!!!!! To be honest i really didn't feel like going for the camp cause my heart was damn bust with being a GL. But i am damn bloody glad that i did go for the camp. It was damn fun and had tonnes of shit to spare! Suddenly 4 days was just way too short for us all in the camp. People from different course coming together under 1 facutly and getting to know each other. It was damn fun. What else can i say about that camp man. It then became a relaxing while bonding cum learning camp which is damn cool!!! It's like mega win-win for us campers!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who would thought that gala night would be so fun! At first it was more like a bitch to bring all the formal clothes but then it was damn fun! To see people whom we know for such short period and suddenly transform into someone damn pretty/handsome its kinda new for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all i got to say is that i've made damn a lot of good friends which can last in GYL camp. They were damn power! It's been damn long since i had that kind of feeling about a camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/funnyribcage/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1343.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/funnyribcage/IMG_1343.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i came back from the camp and had to rush off for CLS FOC prep camp. Camped for a night then rest for 3 days before Day 0 of CLS FOC begans. Damn freaking tiring man. Slack a bit on day 0, worried a bit more than had to sleep for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 dawned and the fun began. My group called themselves Teletubbies. Why? Cause many find them cute and freaky. Cute enough to "seduce" the seniors yet freaky enough to be in the theme of Freakshow. So cut the story short, at first they were high but then suddenly they got damn freaky high! High enough until their papa (me) and mama (weiyi) cannot catch up with them! Who in the hell will come up with 8 cheers?! Damn they were damn good!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of day 3, can see that my kias were all damn bonded but for 1 person. He's weird that's all i got to say. Teletubbies won the Best Group award and we produce the Best Female Camper!!!! How cool is that! It's like the Red Hot Chilli Padi of this year! Teletubbies, you guys seriously rock man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3 cheers! *pop beers and cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that concludes what i want to blog man.... Tiring bullshit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i finally meet someone who worked with Ravi Zac!!!! I was damn high during serom when i heard that he was working with Ravi Zac! Cool shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit] I also forgot to mention about Imogen Heap concert!!!!!!!!! It was damn freaking awesome!!!!!!!!!!! Speechless about her skills and her singing man! Plain awesome. [Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag: Balls are more important than face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-4590401311949752449?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4590401311949752449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=4590401311949752449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4590401311949752449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/4590401311949752449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-9217433682155395079</id><published>2010-03-21T11:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:42:42.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/S6WUku0i0qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZfntQ8qmU4s/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/S6WUku0i0qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZfntQ8qmU4s/s320/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450926282766471842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, is Epik High's new album. Ya, it rocks. Of course it has to rock. It's Epik High!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, sorry that i didn't update for a long time. Really busy with all my GL training and GYL meeting. (Do i need to tell you guys that i'm gone or just leave this blog empty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLS FO camp is just next week and we're not done yet! So much to do yet so little time. This year we only have 2 weeks to train compared to senior's 1 month! What the hel!!! But i believe we can do it. Ale GL~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life isn't very exciting for me. Being busy sucks but what can i do, it has both the pros and the cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end with a quote from Albert Einstein, "The mind that fashioned the problem cannot be charged with a solution"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Scratching the silent guitar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-9217433682155395079?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9217433682155395079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=9217433682155395079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/9217433682155395079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/9217433682155395079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-epik-highs-new-album.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/S6WUku0i0qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZfntQ8qmU4s/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-5889277175912529589</id><published>2010-03-06T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:50:46.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYHEYHEY!! Exams are over! But sadly the work/stress isn't over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if i should be happy or sad but i still have quite a work load to do. GYL, CLS FO GL, Kwang How's wedding to plan and the list just keeps going on. That's actually quite sad right? Haiz.. May the good grace of God guide me through these periods man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i was just checking on Blue Foundation and how i love how indie are they. They are so unknown that you can't even find some of their songs on Youtube! How freaking cool is that. Love it to tha max. They have a total of 2 albums (a total of 24 songs) and i can only find around 15-18 songs on Youtube. Currently i only got 12 of their songs which i really love and trying to love the other 3-6 more songs which i found on Youtube. LOL. Loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was all about training. Went to the rockgym at 10 and right i was. No one was there. So i just train by lapping and locking my bloody left arm until everyone came and then i climbed with them. Sucks to be so damn weak man. Totally sucks. Should be able to do the routes they do but i either took damn look to complete it or can't even complete it. Sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever man, that's one shit which i can't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: God knows that he won't arrive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-5889277175912529589?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5889277175912529589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=5889277175912529589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5889277175912529589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/5889277175912529589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/heyheyhey-exams-are-over-but-sadly.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-1079295878207635264</id><published>2010-02-28T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:27:50.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It been one year. One year down you still haven't changed i guess. Still the princess-like kinda of attitude which you think that you are so cute. Please, can you don't make me puke or should i say NUKE ALL MY BLOODY BLOOD AND ORGANS OUT?!?! Seriously. I think that you are damn bloody disgusting to always think that you are cute. You changed your mail, you change you site, you changed your Facebook and your number. What's next are you going to change? Your name?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for what goodness sake do you want to change all these? If you do have friends then what is the point of changing all these!??! Do you even think about the people whom you used to go out with and whom you call "best-friends"? Where and what are they now? Are you still in contact with them? You label them as your "best-friends" but where they fuck are they in your whole now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i just found you again, i wished i didn't. I MIGHT acknowledge you if i see you on the street or IN MY SCHOOL (since you bloody are going to) but i will never call you by name. It's like making me call you a fucking princess once again. Curse that you may just shit in your own boobs and fertilise it and grow fungus resulting in chopping those things off. BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. Back to the topic. I seriously don't understand one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do aunties always want to look young???!?!?! (may i use the word "you" to indicate them) To be honest, when you do try to look young, i really don't know if i should give up my seat on the train or on the bus for you! Congrats on achieving that look but seriously, i don't know if i should give the seat to you! And if you even fall on the train or on the bus, i guess my best excuse to you is "You look so young thus i didn't know that you need the seat. Furthermore, i am more handicap than you. *gives a smiley face to pwn them!*" AUNTIES ARE DUMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, that's about it. Imogen Heap is coming to Singapore and i seriously can't wait!! Her songs are so epic. A bit like Blue Foundation but nothing like it. Still, it nearing. Maybe the concert can let me feel how it would be like during Blue Foundation concert. Sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are tomorrow. Completed all the papers but the online quiz... Haiz. I need my AD but i don't think i can get it man. SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Shiny gun and silver bullet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-1079295878207635264?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1079295878207635264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=1079295878207635264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1079295878207635264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1079295878207635264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-been-one-year.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-3760273204568166938</id><published>2010-02-19T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:17:41.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iheT1ZsWgm4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iheT1ZsWgm4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this song. Seriously. I damn bloody fucking good. No, its not any dark song like My goddess. This song just delivers this weird, yet nice feeling. The kind that you would listen and feel like you want to go crazy and release yourself. OMG good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Help me reconcile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-3760273204568166938?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3760273204568166938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=3760273204568166938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3760273204568166938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3760273204568166938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/listen-to-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-7496138215304173456</id><published>2010-02-17T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:15:48.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here i am once again. I know i know, i'm not suppose to blog until the end of exams. But guess what?! *what!?* The revision papers themselves are killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this makes me feel better but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness... I not good at taking stress yet i don't want to fail any of my modules! I fucking aiming for 2 AD this time round. 2!!! Fucking 2!!!! Stress is my madness but you are still my drug. (wtf am i talking about man) Stress is really killing me! The papers, the blank in my head, the hardworking-ness of others they are all killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHITTTTOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even indie and k-indie isn't helping to ease the stress. Stress is the total amount of pressure against the total surface area. Stress can also be calculated from F.S = Ultimate stress/stress. (WTF AM I TALKING ABOUT????????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave with this song man. I hope it would be a better day man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtFsSjxun20&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtFsSjxun20&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pee.. ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: My brain looks tangled up! Oh... ya it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-7496138215304173456?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7496138215304173456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=7496138215304173456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7496138215304173456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7496138215304173456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-i-am-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-8610745358808698897</id><published>2010-02-09T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:05:52.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U3lKpVRjgCg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U3lKpVRjgCg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to off all the lights in your room, put on your best earpiece and listen to this song. You will hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter note (ok, maybe not so light), exams are coming. Which means stress. This also means that i won't be blogging for a while (you guys should get use to it already) cause i will be studying or trying my best to study. All i got to say is that this sem's modules are all damn freaking difficult. Tonnes of things to remember yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, i won't be blogging for a while. And sorry that my posts are boring for this is my blog. I wanted to post about something but i forgot what is it already. Next time i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Peace out guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: High technology&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-8610745358808698897?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8610745358808698897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=8610745358808698897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8610745358808698897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8610745358808698897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dare-you-to-off-all-lights-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-1944115017261281484</id><published>2010-01-27T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:16:34.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/S2A3sJuTl-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/8xYH-LNEJeI/s1600-h/BlueF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/S2A3sJuTl-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/8xYH-LNEJeI/s320/BlueF2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431402382272731106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Blue Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And introducing its sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/S2A36SX1P-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_hnHSCt_EqI/s1600-h/ghost-press-bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/S2A36SX1P-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_hnHSCt_EqI/s320/ghost-press-bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431402625112555490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ghost Society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just great creations of Bichi. Or should i say Tobias Wilner. Such a great artist. Creativity is him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been awhile since i have updated my blog. Nothing much is happening. Just like the previous post... this time round i only got 3 weeks left to study break!! Crap shit is seriously cramping up in my ass. 3 weeks. That is way too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i got my cast out already and now i am free. And since i can't rock climb for 2 months or so, i've doing my conditionings. Just training up my fingers and muscles so that i won't lose them. This is also good as i can train my locking. Yes. Finally i can do one hand lock on the handle bars. Just jump and lock. Power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and since i can't climb, poi would be my next best friend. Spinning those little balls around and wrapping it in shapes and patterns seems to get its toes on me. Getting addicted to it and been playing since. It's really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now. Got to study then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Revolve in the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-1944115017261281484?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1944115017261281484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=1944115017261281484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1944115017261281484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1944115017261281484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-blue-foundation.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/S2A3sJuTl-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/8xYH-LNEJeI/s72-c/BlueF2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-8023337868543739869</id><published>2010-01-13T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:02:34.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can type with 2 hands now!!! Oh yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seriously feels so damn good to finally be able to type with both your hands. Oh, how i miss this sweet feeling. However, my arm is still immobilise at certain angle. Ale! I will make it! For the titan climbers, i will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is into it's second week now which means i only got 4-5 weeks till study week! What is this shit?! Looking at the calender, it seriously looks quite bad. Revision starts now. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, nothing much is going on in school. Classes are still the same with the same classmates and friends. However, i am so glad that they have finally changed my CP4006 lecturer! Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Smell the beef jerky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-8023337868543739869?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8023337868543739869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=8023337868543739869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8023337868543739869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/8023337868543739869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-can-type-with-2-hands-now-oh-yeah-it.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-3728886802463627138</id><published>2010-01-05T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:32:38.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Look at me, oh, look at me, is this the way I'll always be?&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh no, oh no&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now I pray that somebody will quickly come and kidnap me&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh no, oh no&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyday I lie awake and pray to God today's the day&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh no, oh no&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here I am, oh, here I am, oh, when will someone understand?&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh no, oh no"&lt;br /&gt;The reelings - passion pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Just get better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-3728886802463627138?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3728886802463627138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=3728886802463627138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3728886802463627138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/3728886802463627138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-at-me-oh-look-at-me-is-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-177766117759920085</id><published>2010-01-01T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:23:26.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just need to become a High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;바보처럼 울어, 좀 다시 취해.&lt;br /&gt;당신의 친구와 저주가 그 사람을 잡아.&lt;br /&gt;시간이 흐르고, 다시 취하 는게 좋겠어요.&lt;br /&gt;전화를 받아, 사랑한다고 말하고있다.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Pissed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-177766117759920085?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/177766117759920085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=177766117759920085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/177766117759920085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/177766117759920085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-need-to-become-high-school.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-1173471425095790541</id><published>2009-12-31T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:09:50.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/SzwrR_igZEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qQaMRJR8upE/s1600-h/fv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/SzwrR_igZEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qQaMRJR8upE/s320/fv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421255639561167938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back from my "holiday" and i got to tell you, IT IS HORRIBLE AND BORING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the last day of year 2009 but seriously, who give a damn about it? It just means that school is starting in 4 days time. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a lot of things happened to me this year. I don't know if you count these as cool, unfortunate or freaking but i think it's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when i had a freaking fungi in my eye? That's already one thing. Here's the other part of it, i got news from my doctor telling me that i have it's scar in my eye! A fungi scar in my eye?! How cool is that!!!! It's not like everyday where you can get a fungi to grow in your eye or even on your hands. So i got to say that is really freaking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the end of the year, yes... i broke my elbow. Long story too. But cut the story short, i wasted 1 whole in the hospital not doing anything as i had no internet to do my projects. Great... So went for operation and had 2 screws placed inside my elbow for healing. Normal? Cool? Depends. Cause i had my virgin break (rock climbing terms) even before i had my virgin fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that pretty marks the end of my joyful year of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i had nothing done about my projects. Seriously. Can just shit in my own pants and die of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit] MY PRIMARY SCHOOL FRIENDS/CLASSMATES/SCHOOLMATES ARE GETTING HOTTER!!!!! [Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: 2 screws are my goodluck charm for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-1173471425095790541?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1173471425095790541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=1173471425095790541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1173471425095790541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1173471425095790541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-my-holiday-and-i-got-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/SzwrR_igZEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qQaMRJR8upE/s72-c/fv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-7173582622812346184</id><published>2009-12-16T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:31:49.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;When a man takes an oath, he's holding his own self in his hands, Like water [cups his hands], and if he opens his fingers, then he needn't hope to find himself again. Some men aren't capable of this, but I'd loathe to think that I am one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;My tall twin brother tells me that he must complete the dyno route for me and is making a dyno video for me. I can just laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far only 1 CP5035 data sheet is done. Non other is done. Oh gosh, i am so worried about my Cp6002 individual report!!! Shit. And we still have our presentations to work on. What kind of shitty holiday is this??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sent some SSFSG members off to Korea as they will be going for SNSD first solo concert. The feeling of sending them off is like... proud. Seeing your kids grow up then sending them off the world. I remembered at the beginning of this year, there was no one to send us but now... hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Live for what is unseen as i do not live in what is seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-7173582622812346184?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7173582622812346184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=7173582622812346184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7173582622812346184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7173582622812346184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-man-takes-oath-hes-holding-his-own.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-6359797929008291559</id><published>2009-12-12T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:11:43.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another amazing thing to add on my list of sweet things that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: First its the fungi in the the eye and now this. Loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-6359797929008291559?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6359797929008291559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=6359797929008291559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6359797929008291559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6359797929008291559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-amazing-thing-to-add-on-my-list.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-6228715287071336425</id><published>2009-12-10T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:16:50.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/SyDWmIcmHII/AAAAAAAAAFU/zdCLcDCr4vQ/s1600-h/co.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/SyDWmIcmHII/AAAAAAAAAFU/zdCLcDCr4vQ/s320/co.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413562702690131074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7 artists, 6 tracks, 3 DJ, 1 title, Momentum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! The release of Planet Shiver's Momentum. Oh i swear it was orgasm getting my fingers to click those Mediafire download buttons then to extract it finally being able to listen to the sex of it. It felt so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are 6 tracks, all with a different remix but with only one title for all the tracks, Momentum. How cool is that?! I have seen no artist or band or group done such a thing, but Planet Shiver (with the help of Tablo) done it. Every single track sounds so different but yet brings the same message. "The time is here. 3.2.1." Try listening to it. Especially the Philtre remix and the Radio mix. It's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over but not the work. I've still have tonnes of reports and presentation to prepare and submit. Oh goodness, that's like seriously tonnes. Why can't i just get a nice warm break from all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: There's a science to fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-6228715287071336425?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6228715287071336425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=6228715287071336425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6228715287071336425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6228715287071336425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2009/12/7-artists-6-tracks-3-dj-1-title.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/SyDWmIcmHII/AAAAAAAAAFU/zdCLcDCr4vQ/s72-c/co.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-2913973528984935198</id><published>2009-12-04T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:14:38.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are drawing really near. Like next Monday kinda near. It starts from Monday until Wednesday and i will finally be free. Or at least. For 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been working my best at studying. Let's see, 7 hours on Wednesday and 3.5 hours today in Burger King studying. Wednesday was good but today wasn't very productive. Stupid rain made me so sleepy while trying to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's excel test? Oh don't talk about it. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so all i can think about now is exams and my trip to the States next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my trip, i'm planning it with my cousin now. Hoping to go there next summer where the weather would be quite nice. But the airfare will be damn expensive! Damn it. I have no choice but to go during the summer.... Anyway, i am already getting prepared for the trip. things like Street photography and photowalk and lightings and things to bring along when i am there. Wow... So fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all about it. I'll just end off with some tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Trains and sewing machines&lt;br /&gt;           Sweeping insensitivity&lt;br /&gt;           We should never wank without the other&lt;br /&gt;           Over the bottom of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-2913973528984935198?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2913973528984935198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=2913973528984935198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2913973528984935198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2913973528984935198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-shots-exams-are-drawing-really.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-1274223570680979822</id><published>2009-11-27T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:05:55.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week 6 gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried studying today but nothing went into my brain. Aimed to cover all the topics for Microbio but i only seem to read finish 2 topics and did notes for 1 topic which also, nothing went into my brain. What a failure. So disappointed with myself. Can't seem to pull myself together to study microbio or the other module. Worst still, exams starts the week after next. What shit man, i'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I serious wonder what is happening to me man. I'm losing myself. My concentration, my focus, my goals, my aims and my desire (they are all different things if you think hard enough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, this is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: -NIL-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-1274223570680979822?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1274223570680979822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=1274223570680979822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1274223570680979822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1274223570680979822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-6-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-2161025230887868717</id><published>2009-11-23T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:37:39.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/SwqBT01_3iI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HlSZJyjEYbU/s1600/indie-new-logo2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/SwqBT01_3iI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HlSZJyjEYbU/s320/indie-new-logo2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407276480214326818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends in design and ESPECIALLY YOU(!!!!), do take care of yourself. Seeing the stress piling on you guys makes me feel sad yet good. Knowing that my assignments is nothing compared to you all but counted a lot in my faculty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, cheer up! It will all be over in 2 weeks time and then you guys can be laughing at me (since when did i ever laughed at you guys). After these, we can all go drink, get high and go talking like nobody busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, i am not disappointed, just .. its just me man. (Spiritual values i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks till the exams and the stress sure is getting on. With 3 assignments/reports/presentation to do up, i wonder how much of these efforts will be rewarded. Exams Exams Exams. Don't really have much time to bother about other things except for climbing and some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get back to studying, goodness me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: is "is"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-2161025230887868717?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2161025230887868717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=2161025230887868717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2161025230887868717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/2161025230887868717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/SwqBT01_3iI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HlSZJyjEYbU/s72-c/indie-new-logo2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-6859097005113020520</id><published>2009-11-17T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:58:52.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(I have no photos/pictures for you so just imagine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that i can finally conclude that INTERNET ISN'T HELPING US AT ALL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a little "friendly" thing call Facebook notification, practically no one reads their emails now!!! Its like they don't even bother to filter through their mails to see which are the important emails! Goodness me. I swear that i am damn pissed at such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on man! Emails are suppose to make your life so much better but no, Facebook made emails so freaking irritating now. Please guys, just turn off the Facebook notifications and they will stop spamming you emails. With that, please filter your mails and read the important emails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the surface of this earth and back to school, i wasn't chosen to go to Cambodia! Like crap shit. Just because i went to Cambodia twice and they only allow those who never go Cambodia before, does it mean that i got to be filtered off?!? But still, its ok. Been to Cambodia twice, its good enough. Maybe i'l just save the money to go to SF next summer. So much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys, its not what you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Ah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-6859097005113020520?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6859097005113020520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=6859097005113020520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6859097005113020520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6859097005113020520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-no-photospictures-for-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-1587900115162946342</id><published>2009-11-15T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:07:18.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOLY CRAP! I FINALLY GOTTEN MY AUDIO BACKPACK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;VOLTRON HI-FI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, now i finally got a proper backpack to carry around and its an audio backpack! That i think is the coolest gadget i have on my body. Olivia Teng! You see this?!?! I got my audio backpack!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the face of this earth, tomorrow is a new beginning of the week. Week 5. Great. More reports and slides and representation to do. Another bloody stress week. But i don't know why i am having the urge to want to go back to school every week. My god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and sorry Claire that i couldn't attend your play. Heard it was a nice play. Congrats!!! And nice one man, group 1 did attended the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to spiritual matters, i have finally finish reading "Jesus among other Gods" Like finally, after 6-7 months. The ending wasn't that spectacular compared to the youth edition. But other than that, i love how the author place every single words to fit the fact and understanding of the Gospel. So beautiful and amazingly placed. Now all i need to do is to totally understand the context and truly fulfill what it means to be a true Christian. Not a recreational christian but one that will give up his life wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Simplicity is complexity and complexity is simplicity. They cannot live without each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-1587900115162946342?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1587900115162946342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=1587900115162946342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1587900115162946342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1587900115162946342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2009/11/holy-crap-i-finally-gotten-my-audio.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-7664220748614763514</id><published>2009-11-08T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:54:09.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness me, the stress is really falling upon me. Hard. It's seriously getting very stressful now, knowing that my highest crediting module has NO tutorial at all. OMG!!! NO TUTORIAL!!! That, i think is the crappy-ess shit that has happened to my academic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3 gone and soon it will be week 4 tomorrow. Goodness, it is so crappy. I'm having 2 presentation this week and both of them are very important in the module. But guess what, the module credit is only 2 each! 2!! And we have to do so much during the presentation just for it. Crap shit. Shit happens man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i "just" found this "new" song which is really good. Eyes on Fire by Blue Foundation. It's actually one of the songs for Twilight the movie but i guess no one notice this amazing song. Why i like it? Cause it's just. And it suites my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to reality, the main point of blogging today is actually due to a dream i had. It occured just now when i was having a nap. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell did the dream even came about! Out of nowhere, my mind just had to play such a game by giving me this dream. It was such a sweet dream (which i hope it will happen in reality) yet one which was so painful and fucked up. Who does it involve? Someone i used to like and of course, me. (This friend of mine is of course not attached)&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this... We were at some meeting with the other people and we haven't met each other for a super long time. I mean, super. Then we ...&lt;br /&gt;Shit, i can't even type it out. Dumb shit. But why!?!? What did it all meant or was it just an abstract dream which will leave me hanging. Gosh... Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit] For those people who know or realise, i only such things when it is important or really important. And for this case, ITS REALLY IMPORTANT!!! So much more important that even writing on my MSN nick is not worth. [Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Slowly emerging with grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-7664220748614763514?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7664220748614763514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=7664220748614763514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7664220748614763514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7664220748614763514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodness-me-stress-is-really-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-7790569468359188365</id><published>2009-11-04T17:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:08:37.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/funnyribcage/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/funnyribcage/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/funnyribcage/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/funnyribcage/IMG_0060.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROJECT TRIPOD 2009!!!!!! PIF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(More photos up in facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, another great Project Tripod (PT)! Of course, it is a success. Why? It's done by the mentors and all our swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, PT was fun and amazing. We meet new &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; and with the aims of PT, i am sure that we have created an awareness among the schools and now we know, we are no different. We take the same O level paper and we take the same A level paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/funnyribcage/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee191/funnyribcage/IMG_0082.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the great team that i have been working with. Zi Kang, Ashraf (not in the photo), Dzul and I as the mentors. Facilitators and Org com played their part well in helping us make the camp possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, (no offense to Org com reading this) i think that you guys can do more work and help out in the planning. Rather than holding a position but one which does not do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was a great camp. And like last year, the gang came up with a new scandal/rumour for me. What the hell. Last year was **** *** and this year has to be ******. They just like making things up for me eh? Whatever. But i got to admit, they are pretty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my missing days, there was also Climb On 09!~ Yup, the biggest climbing event and festival in Singapore held by Climb Asia. (Actually, Climb On took place during my camp) Haven't been training and i still attended the festival. Gosh, my hands were aching like crap man. Serious! All those finger strength and endurance just wasn't there on that day. How i hope that i was so much stronger and that my arms didn't give way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side, SP won first place as we accumulated the most points by one school! We even doubled the points of NUS!!! That is seriously amazing. But even so, we can't get the Team SP jacket. WHATEVER MAN! Even Noel can't get it!!! WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are into the third week of school the pace is starting to pick up again. Damn, three weeks gone already. I need to start studying already man! MST is in 4-5 weeks left! Cock! Ahleh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Last burst!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-7790569468359188365?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7790569468359188365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=7790569468359188365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7790569468359188365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/7790569468359188365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2009/11/imghttpi232.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-1592495260238289259</id><published>2009-10-25T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:02:15.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just have to say these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open a beer bottle with his testes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put testes on your chests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair will grow out of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I create November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You draft your cock out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born with two testes, one is mine while the other is Hitler's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i had the biggest collection of porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratings were so good that my tits went up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "fuck!" as he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tattooed my face on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoes had sex with my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got numbed because she touched her tits too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helmets are a waste of money, too expensive. Buckets should do the job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-in-1, Quenton, Zi Kang and Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was obsessed with waxing his pubic hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An atheist possessed another atheist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I punched you so hard that my penis got sucked in as i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Oh cock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-1592495260238289259?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1592495260238289259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=1592495260238289259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1592495260238289259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/1592495260238289259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-have-to-say-these.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727701.post-6147692340726454038</id><published>2009-10-24T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:57:54.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys! How's things coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started and one week has passed since school started. I would say it was the worst and the slowest one week of my school life. Everything went so slowly, like time just slowed down or something. But anyway, new teachers, one less classmate and nothing interesting. Gosh, the modules for this semester is such a killer, espeically microbiology. Even the first chapter of it is already so damn difficult! Well, let's just hope that everything will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbaprix'09 has also finally came to an end! Yes! I would frankly say that the result of Climbaprix'09 is way better than Rockmaster cause of the overspend and crap, but both have shitty experience. The process to the result was terrible man. Whatever man, it's all over and let's just train as we did before. Climb to the top! Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my bag hasn't come yet!! NO!! I seriously can't wait for the bag to come!!!! Please Pei pei, can you make the supplier transport the bag faster! Man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Where U at - TaeYang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727701-6147692340726454038?l=4rchangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6147692340726454038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36727701&amp;postID=6147692340726454038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6147692340726454038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727701/posts/default/6147692340726454038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rchangel.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-guys-hows-things-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>theribking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03636694593221668017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Av7mii_NYJE/TADwDA7tkPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hdcG3KzKvOE/S220/IMG_1569.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
