<?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-4049514099765371052</id><updated>2011-12-26T19:23:58.050+08:00</updated><category term='members'/><category term='group'/><category term='info'/><category term='Prayer Request'/><category term='announcements'/><category term='cell meets'/><title type='text'>Klang Youth Hangout</title><subtitle type='html'>The place we lepak</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-1070554795653977215</id><published>2008-09-18T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:45:11.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm Cassy.</title><content type='html'>Hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time since anyone wrote in this blog. Many things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;We go through life in our little ways... separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently on my first full time job, in Property Management.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting sleazy. As in, I've started to avoid work. It's only been a month and I've currently taken 4 days of leave already. Different days though. But yea in a month. Maybe I just didn't like the expectation that came even though it's such a low pay work. I mean, they even hound you for MC even though you're taking unpaid leave. &gt;___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel happy today. Yet I do not feel sad. I don't know... more like I'm waiting for something to happen and it doesn't. I'm just waiting for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I wish I didn't have to sleep so that I have more time to myself. Spending 8 hours a day working is actually pretty much what you do when you wake up. And like when you're back, and even though you have those hours to rest, you feel as if you haven't rested. Because right after you wake up, you face work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I often thought about us... I miss the times when we lepak.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I am feeling like this today. Unharrassed. Not busy. That I have time to think and to remember what fun I had with the Klang Group. I mean... I remember feeling like this. Like so BLEHhhhh. And the one thing I looked forward to in Klang was this group :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have this group here in KK. I miss , really really miss it.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess, no matter what, I won't let this slip by me too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-1070554795653977215?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1070554795653977215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=1070554795653977215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/1070554795653977215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/1070554795653977215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-im-cassy.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m Cassy.'/><author><name>Tom Yam Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00306869124232077958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/twsanmy/1a-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-5498778905191052753</id><published>2008-01-16T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T01:54:25.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same question in a week</title><content type='html'>People start asking me , and manyyy of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X1:do you have a gf?&lt;br /&gt;Me:no&lt;br /&gt;X1:why not?&lt;br /&gt;Me:why yes?&lt;br /&gt;X1:pilot maaa..&lt;br /&gt;Me:huh? pilot must have gf wan meh? is it a requirement?&lt;br /&gt;X1:nop...nvm&lt;br /&gt;(no answer)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;X2:so going back for your girl eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me:i dun have any..&lt;br /&gt;X2:dun bluff lah&lt;br /&gt;Me:really :S&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;X3:what do you think of girls?&lt;br /&gt;Me:wonderful&lt;br /&gt;X3:what is so wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;Me:girls?&lt;br /&gt;X3:wei , i asking you la&lt;br /&gt;Me:can you imagine a life with all guys? that will be very gay right?&lt;br /&gt;X3:yeah... but you havent answer the question&lt;br /&gt;Me:i answered already , i don't want to explain more.&lt;br /&gt;(hint:X3 is a girl)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;X4:u ***boyfriend??&lt;br /&gt;Me:hah? nop&lt;br /&gt;X4:but *** said so&lt;br /&gt;Me:hah? big brother only&lt;br /&gt;(no answer after that)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;X5:can I meet you one day?&lt;br /&gt;Me:sure&lt;br /&gt;X5:how about tmmrw?&lt;br /&gt;Me:sorry.. bz with work...&lt;br /&gt;X5:i see.. do you have a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;X5:sorry to get personal.&lt;br /&gt;Me:i dun have any girlfriend,not thinking about it atm&lt;br /&gt;X5:then you must be hopeless&lt;br /&gt;Me: :/&lt;br /&gt;(no answer)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;X6:wei , my sister likes you la , she not preety meh?&lt;br /&gt;Me:take care of her&lt;br /&gt;X6:she broken hearted already la , go date with her la&lt;br /&gt;Me:play pinball or any games with her&lt;br /&gt;X6:woi , now pilot so lansi ady arrr?&lt;br /&gt;Me:wei , i didnt even meet nor talk nor see a picture&lt;br /&gt;of your sister before.&lt;br /&gt;X6:tat's y la have to meet her&lt;br /&gt;Me:...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;What's with this world pushing me to have someone?There are many more actually , but I didnt take heed of them anymore . When guys talk about girl , more to the expects of body and face . When girls talk about guys , more to the character and the height (+machoness) . I just simply do not want to take this to importance . Sometimes I pretend to be blur , so that I wouldn't listen to them or get influenced by them . Sometimes people cry on me because they had breakups and heartbreaks  . In this world there is neverending perfect looking mate for yourself . You tend to hop hop hop like a kangaroo for a perfecter perfecter mate and break many hearts . That's is why we need God to guard our hearts for such downfall against breakups.  &lt;em&gt;Note that sometimes when we talk about what we like in the opposite gender loudly might offend people around , like Joyce Meyer said , don't think of how people can offend you , think of how you can offend people  .&lt;/em&gt; Kelam kabutla , girls aren't the ones I am desperate live for . It is God I am desperate live for and I trust He will find a mate for me . &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Be infinity not worldy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-5498778905191052753?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5498778905191052753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=5498778905191052753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/5498778905191052753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/5498778905191052753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2008/01/same-question-in-week.html' title='Same question in a week'/><author><name>The King of Blur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042768808680093712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-3244107943427214707</id><published>2008-01-16T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:06:31.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim life</title><content type='html'>I like going in the night . Less traffic , less worries and you could find better parking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lA4eBSj-NuI/R4zfaFnpQwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sbQEPFjv2AU/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155741312710427394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lA4eBSj-NuI/R4zfaFnpQwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sbQEPFjv2AU/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The usual parking place at night . For day time is about 50 to 60 metres away.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lA4eBSj-NuI/R4zf5lnpQxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E5ImZ2_cDZM/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155741853876306706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lA4eBSj-NuI/R4zf5lnpQxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E5ImZ2_cDZM/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is is more active then mine , 24 hours , i think it never shuts down for more than 10 years. Only things I heard they did is restart . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA4eBSj-NuI/R4zgVVnpQyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m6lKK4jSqZg/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155742330617676578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA4eBSj-NuI/R4zgVVnpQyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m6lKK4jSqZg/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has retractable staircase , if the sim is active . The hydraulic jacks begins to function for motion . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lA4eBSj-NuI/R4zg4FnpQzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6kGbxBS4iww/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155742927618130738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lA4eBSj-NuI/R4zg4FnpQzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6kGbxBS4iww/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside is the simulator , the place im standing is where the instructor sits . On the left of this picture is all the aircraft details and activities .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me sim life , is not easy . Expectations are high . Questions can be thrown to you anytime &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(esspecially without a partner) . No tolerance for any reasons . Its more then the word commitment that instructors wanted . The result to this is alot of negativity in health . Schedules are so tight . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine this scenario , you prepared for what you know on what you are going to expect in your coming class session . So you did whatever you can , then when you go for that class , then suddenly you know another new expectation and you have only 1 day to revise and learn that new stuff before the next session . So it accumulates and instructors get more unhappy and unhappy and you did all you can . Instructors will start to assume many things like " you come from an easy life , you take things easy , you go out drinking or sth" , " you are going to expect more than this in real flying , not enough effort been put in " , "what the heck wrong is you , everyone can do it better than you" and etc. I wonder what is beyond &lt;em&gt;studying ,not sleeping and not eating&lt;/em&gt; . Can people be realistic at times? I tried to cope up the whole December , in fact it was one of the record breaking for a cadet to finish syllabus within a month . Usually it will take 2 half months or 3 , for normal operations . After 13th december in the morning at 7 after coming back from my last session , I tell myself.. "Im tired..." although the result of my last sim wasnt satisfactory . How long will this holiday be? I hope its long... I need to exercise and to socialize more .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim life makes me understand more on the importance of time with family and friends (maybe im getting old) . I can see things are negatively fading in terms of spending time in my future . Flights , nightstops and my principles to keep myself faithful to God , its all I have now with me . Looking back on where I was , Im always amaze with planes and stuff , the uniforms pilot's wear , glamour and income . At this age , I do not find anymore importance of those anymore . My dream is achieved and Im happy . The only thing Im unhappy is the time taken away from me . Unlike normal jobs 7am to 8pm , come back and can have makan with family . But this things is inevitable now . Ill be nightstopping for quite sometime , I barely see their faces . Hardly . Every likings have its sacrifice and this is one of them . Nevertheless , the one person I know who is still with me and always do ... God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-3244107943427214707?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3244107943427214707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=3244107943427214707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/3244107943427214707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/3244107943427214707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2008/01/sim-life.html' title='Sim life'/><author><name>The King of Blur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042768808680093712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lA4eBSj-NuI/R4zfaFnpQwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sbQEPFjv2AU/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-41800305968026896</id><published>2007-12-14T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T12:25:51.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>I need lots of courage and more and more and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-41800305968026896?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/41800305968026896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=41800305968026896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/41800305968026896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/41800305968026896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11419598604811921216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-5384875645444998174</id><published>2007-11-18T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:32:20.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer to God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Before this, God was just a figure to me. I went to Sunday School and learnt everything I needed to know about him. But God became real to me when I started to cry out to him during the nights, when I was 14. I had fears that my mother would pass on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I didn't get an answer from God, nor a reply in any way, but I felt comforted in a strange way. Somehow, I knew that he heard me and that he's always watching over me and that alone has made me feel safe and loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Cassy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-5384875645444998174?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5384875645444998174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=5384875645444998174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/5384875645444998174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/5384875645444998174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/11/closer-to-god.html' title='Closer to God.'/><author><name>Tom Yam Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00306869124232077958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/twsanmy/1a-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-1022130381006901030</id><published>2007-11-16T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:05:33.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ze thingz zat zrive me to ve a Chriztian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life before encountering God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not sure when was the time I encounter God's presence , but I can certainly tell what I was... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had very bad tantrums .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The reason why I had this is to satisfy my desire of anger, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that people are able to pay more attention to my point . I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;believe it gets to people's inner core mind . I tend to shout ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;throw anything I see even abuse it and sometimes abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;physically on a person . It is certainly very satisfying .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no patience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last time when I wanted things , I wanted it now! . I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;how much it cost or wether is it good or bad . I didnt evaluate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;on the things I want , I just want it . Somemore I cant stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;waiting for people , it just waste my time . My precious time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can play , lepak , chit chat , etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so worldly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I tend to buy trading card games , wanted to be known to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what I have and own . I risk so much money just to be popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like Magic the Gathering . I own this and that , people will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;seek me for the power of the cards I own . Not only that ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I also take care too much of how I look . I perasan too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;fantasies the girls all around me get me such a playboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Money , Love , Girls , Sex , Materialism and Power are my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Number 1 in life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am easily irritated and rebelious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mum always say the same repeatable things and it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so irritating to my ears .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dad always say alot of words of discouragements not love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and it got me sooo irritated when he always comment alot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;little bits of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Always get scolded , not being able to do what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cannot have time to be lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What drove me to know God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In church , everybody been praising God , everyone worships , sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and I listen to sermons . Sermons... which I'm not sure ,is suppose to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;meant for ourselves , or suppose to be meant for kids . Usually parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;will go like , "you heard that? you have to improve in that" in a loud manner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so that everyone can hear our weaknesses . So I thought church is suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to point out kids weaknesses so that kids can improve . Instead as a kid , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what I also learn is , Im suppose to do the same thing to my kids in the future too .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We know the bible exist , we know the words , but we do not apply it in our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;daily life... why...? People said , its for the old generation to obey during those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;times . Now its modern , we have or way , we have our laws and we can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anything we want . Words of the bible is L.A.M.E. My parents thought me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;how to shout at each other for solutions , how to make a point upon each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Somehow... those teachings gets harder and harder until no one likes to listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to you . Then . I begin to wonder... why am I called a "christian" . It doesnt make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;make me any less if I do not follow the bible even if I do not believe in it or even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if I do not go to church . Im still a christian. Im thinking , people will ask me ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what type of christian are you? ..."ooo Im a christian who doesnt go to church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;doesnt follow the word of God and carefree"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But in the dictionary it says "Christians"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.of, pertaining to, or derived from Jesus Christ or His teachings: a Christian faith.&lt;br /&gt;2.of, pertaining to, believing in, or belonging to the religion based on the teachings of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;3.of or pertaining to Christians.&lt;br /&gt;4.exhibiting a spirit proper to a follower of Jesus Christ; Christlike:&lt;br /&gt;5.decent; respectable&lt;br /&gt;6.human; not brutal&lt;br /&gt;7.a person who believes in Jesus Christ;.&lt;br /&gt;8.a person who exemplifies in his or her life the teachings of Christ&lt;br /&gt;So this is truly what it means to be a christian . People been talking about Jesus&lt;br /&gt;for 2000years . In order to destroy the faith of christianity they come out with&lt;br /&gt;alot of sort of things like DaVinci , other types of Gospels and also movies .&lt;br /&gt;But who is this Jesus is that kept me wonder. Why is he so famous until now.&lt;br /&gt;That's where it begin.I begin to read and read about the life of Jesus in many&lt;br /&gt;different text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encountering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read ,I begin to know his life . I find ...it unique . Alot of why&lt;br /&gt;comes into my mind . So I decided on my own . To follow the footsteps&lt;br /&gt;of Jesus Christ into my life . That is when I found the answer of my&lt;br /&gt;emptiness . I begin to pray , establish contact with God . Faith increases&lt;br /&gt;even in the myths of the world turning against you . I do not find it hard ,&lt;br /&gt;I find I have the answer to everything I see and everything I do . I kept&lt;br /&gt;talking and talking to God . I begin to see and evaluate things where&lt;br /&gt;other's are unable to . I can see my weaknesses and try to be better&lt;br /&gt;day by day . I know He is there even if I type this , He is also reading . I&lt;br /&gt;know He exist and always guides me through and most of all I learnt that&lt;br /&gt;He is the source of love . Not by women , not by money , not by the materialism&lt;br /&gt;and not by popularity . Its all from one source , Jesus Christ himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life after encountering God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still continue to encounter til this day . Im still on the move , in times of&lt;br /&gt;giving up , He is always there to carry me again and tell me not to give up .&lt;br /&gt;People fire me with things that I cannot explain . Nevertheless it doesnt&lt;br /&gt;hurt abit of my faith . Ive gained the gift of wisdom and awareness&lt;br /&gt;from God , despite my blurity . I have good relationships with most of my&lt;br /&gt;friends and family . I begin to share my wisdom to others in which God has&lt;br /&gt;thought me . I learn how to show love from God . Im still learning alot&lt;br /&gt;of things and I felt so much better then what I was before . I feel more&lt;br /&gt;secure , happy and pure again . Like there is always light from darkness .&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Im a perfectly made as a man again .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-1022130381006901030?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1022130381006901030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=1022130381006901030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/1022130381006901030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/1022130381006901030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/11/ze-thingz-zat-zrive-me-to-ve-chriztian.html' title='Ze thingz zat zrive me to ve a Chriztian'/><author><name>The King of Blur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042768808680093712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-5390924290269137069</id><published>2007-10-09T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:33:21.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Mumbai Superstar</title><content type='html'>I came across this awesome Malaysian band and I think they are so plainly Malaysian that I love them! One of their songs (Mumbai Superstar) reminded me of Jou's post so yeah, go check em out and tell me what you think. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bensbitches"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/bensbitches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mumbai Superstar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrrrr…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to take you to the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Along with a hundred of my back up dancers&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked …left ….right …left …then I hide behind a tree&lt;br /&gt;Just to catch a glimpse of you in your saree…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minachi Minachi Minachi Minachi&lt;br /&gt;Come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;I am your papadam, tabla goes dum dum dum.&lt;br /&gt;Come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a Bombay superstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take on all the vicious enemy. Come come.&lt;br /&gt;A few hundreds of them surround me. aiyoyo&lt;br /&gt;Then I fight.. (dus das bang).. I’m undefeatable&lt;br /&gt;Though I’m slashed, hacked and shot. I’m unbreakable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey Tambi, Ey Tambi, Ey Tambi, Ey Tambi, &lt;br /&gt;Come and fight with me.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll fight my enemy like I make chapatti,&lt;br /&gt;Come and fight with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a Mumbai superstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minachi Minachi Minachi Minachi ..Aiyo&lt;br /&gt;Come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;I am your papadam, tabla goes dum dum dum.&lt;br /&gt;Come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love!……….Come and dance with me.&lt;br /&gt;Back up dancers dei!….Come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a Mumbai superstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if anyone could somehow get hold of their album for me in Malaysia and mail it to me over here. I will be eternally grateful. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-5390924290269137069?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5390924290269137069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=5390924290269137069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/5390924290269137069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/5390924290269137069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/10/mumbai-superstar.html' title='Mumbai Superstar'/><author><name>melian22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-7072064011325280576</id><published>2007-09-29T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T03:08:49.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Hindi Dying Moments</title><content type='html'>I was watching this hindi movie in hannah mamak at 2 in the morning .&lt;br /&gt;it was quite funny . This hero protects the VIP , and he was shot several times&lt;br /&gt;by a terrorist with a AK-47 . Then the hero collapsed . Now the funny part&lt;br /&gt;comes in , he can talk for quite a long time like 15-20 minutes. Very important&lt;br /&gt;last words , he can even salute to the VIP .&lt;br /&gt;The VIP slap him quite a number of times to ensure he is awake , waw that is&lt;br /&gt;really uncomfortable for a dying hero . Whatmore he was shot from the back&lt;br /&gt;several times and he was bleeding badly . The VIP carried him and place his back&lt;br /&gt;resting on his knee and the hero faces him . Ill be like aaarrrgggghh!pain lah! dun put&lt;br /&gt;your knee on my back lah! u crazy ah! . But no , he continues his last words .&lt;br /&gt;Naturally a man in pain will place his hands on his wound (which is behind his back)&lt;br /&gt;but no , he place his hands on the VIPs shoulder . Gaya man .&lt;br /&gt;He must be really a hero, more stronger than Terminator .&lt;br /&gt;Respect respect -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-7072064011325280576?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7072064011325280576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=7072064011325280576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/7072064011325280576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/7072064011325280576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-hindi-dying-moments.html' title='Funny Hindi Dying Moments'/><author><name>The King of Blur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042768808680093712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-4320545075944635639</id><published>2007-09-16T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:39:03.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leave me alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My tears are rolling down my cheek after I read those nasty comments those 'human' commented on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;They are trying to ruin my reputation, my image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Why on earth they pick on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I was so sad and weak and I wanted to call some of my close friends but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Coz some of them are in overseas, some busy with studies &amp;amp; etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And some are not even on MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well, I wanted to blog badly to express how I felt right now but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's MY blog but I can't blog there no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Luckily I still can blog here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;K, you guys might think that it's silly to cry over those plp or comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yea, I know it's silly but I can't take control of it. I failed to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm feeling very weak right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm having exams on Tues &amp;amp; Wed, I have alot of things to plan for &amp;amp; etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I really had alot of things to do and worried about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Out of a sudden, this kind of things happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;There's a limit for ERVERYTHING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What I've done wrong that you guys need to treat me like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Why can't ALL OF YOU just leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This is not the first time, come on guys, why can't all of you just ignore me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have nothing to ask from you guys But I just want you guys to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE, PLEASE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-4320545075944635639?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4320545075944635639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=4320545075944635639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/4320545075944635639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/4320545075944635639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/09/leave-me-alone.html' title='leave me alone'/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10784014745170023750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-4085506578224792726</id><published>2007-09-16T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T04:27:07.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 1</title><content type='html'>Its 4am , and Im waiting for my 20 minutes download to finish for the sim . hehehe . Anyway... what to post while waiting... yeah. Im not good at preaching , maybe just good to write whatever I know only . Today's topic maybe about ... our daily anger . Hehe , a good topic . Now lets get started . (Pls comment what you think) . Getting angry with people is a natural thing that is happening throught our daily lives . Its how we control it and make it as a good habit be in the right sight of God .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say , fast drivers . They pass you at the speed of 200km/h . Then you tend to hear from parents or from your heart , "this guy ah , young blood , speed and dun care about people's lives" . Come to think of it , maybe its true . But I can recommend a more positive way of thinking , and it is effective of being not so judgemental towards people.. its good for the mind too and at least people see how pure/different you are . The way is to look it as "Maybe he is rushing to the hospital .. for some reason" . What ya think? hehe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go to the next scenario , people scold you for no reason .. no reason at all . They just like to scold you . Sometimes they enjoy it . They bring you down , humilate you in front of people . Hmmm... tough isn't it ? Getting this scolding almost yer whole life by the same person ... How to handle this , even I am in the process . But at least its getting better . You see , thats the good thing for us to think about God . Because we are focus and narrowed about how we are ONLY concern of how God thinks about us , therefore we just somehow feel better . If people start thinking like "Yeah , that's Jou , and he has been a playboy amongst all the stewardess" . Sad , but if you know its not true , then just keep it to yourself . If you understand what God is like then you will pray "Oh Lord , forgive whoever it is , I know its not true , nevertheless , I trust you can do something about this matter , I release these problems to you" . May sound bitter (bitter to forgive) , but try to get use to this and apply it to heart . Definitely you will feel alot better . Because you will get this feeling like , "This person have all these ppl to tell on earth and have them believe all the false rumours about it . Nevertheless.. this person just have people on these earth to speak bad about you .Comparatively I have God with me , because God is far beyond more then people on these earth , to believe that I truely am not a playboy.God will help me ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me ,&lt;br /&gt;Believe and love ... they are 2 different meanings . I believe in Jesus . Oh yes..most people does . Believing only doesn't help much in daily lives that is because , believing is just to know Jesus exist . So what... get on our lives lo . But , to love is entirely different . The reason is because to kau tim believing also . I know Jesus existed and I just simply love Him . I want Him to be proud of me , &lt;strong&gt;what am I going to do ? .. aaaaaaa..... now what are you going to do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe... to actually love Jesus , is not to follow whatever people ask to say or do .. it is by knowing how Jesus lived on earth . He came here to be a perfect example . So know His life first and think why He does this and that .. then slowly apply to your own life lo . hehe. (dun apply until you think you are God:dangerous , ill tell later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie that's all for today , I gotta go now , good night and post comment about this . Im also still learning actually .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-4085506578224792726?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4085506578224792726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=4085506578224792726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/4085506578224792726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/4085506578224792726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/09/episode-1.html' title='Episode 1'/><author><name>The King of Blur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042768808680093712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-2139814783845865469</id><published>2007-09-13T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:06:32.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;so Adorable yet Funny!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9jJGObDYpM/Rug72fMgkAI/AAAAAAAABz0/voKRqix5gX4/s1600-h/34361853449744l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109399584524767234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9jJGObDYpM/Rug72fMgkAI/AAAAAAAABz0/voKRqix5gX4/s320/34361853449744l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-2139814783845865469?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2139814783845865469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=2139814783845865469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/2139814783845865469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/2139814783845865469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10784014745170023750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9jJGObDYpM/Rug72fMgkAI/AAAAAAAABz0/voKRqix5gX4/s72-c/34361853449744l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-8563523525548806214</id><published>2007-09-13T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:18:37.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='group'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hannah:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, nows my turn to post.&lt;br /&gt;The Lim's family couldn't make it for CG.&lt;br /&gt;YT have a meeting, so CG started at 9.30p.m.&lt;br /&gt;By 9.30p.m, everyone is already hungry so we went mamak.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, today is JT belanja-ing us cause he got his $$ after his part time job as a Brand Ambassador for Maggi Mee. Thanks JT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved a photo comment from this girl saying that I looked FAT in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;Hello gal, I bet you dont know that beautiful gals come in all sizes and shapes.&lt;br /&gt;Hell ya, ofcoz you don't know la, coz you don't have any shape at all but flat thin stick. *poor thing*&lt;br /&gt;This kind of people always think that they are the best, the sexiest, the most pretty and etc.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this kind of plp have no life la. Beauty is just not base on your outer looks but inner.&lt;br /&gt;You can be the most beautiful gal on earth but have no love or lousy personality, well, it means u're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, by saying that I'm FAT, you have just prove that you're the most Ugly One.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-8563523525548806214?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8563523525548806214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=8563523525548806214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/8563523525548806214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/8563523525548806214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/09/k-nows-my-turn-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10784014745170023750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-513870795546275290</id><published>2007-09-12T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:06:32.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='group'/><title type='text'>Yo</title><content type='html'>Today, everyone blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday has arrived. Whole body began to itch, hunger for something to occupied myself during my holiday period. That is how I get myself stucked at Tesco Klang for two days. I worked as Brand Ambassador for Maggi Mee. Sounded cool? The fact is, I'm working as a food sampler to Maggi Mee. My clients consists of children to grandparents. My job is pretty simple. You just need to talk and talk and talk to convince them to actually buy your product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phrase I'll never forget while working is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggi Mee saya bukan saja ada satu perencah&lt;br /&gt;Bukan dua,&lt;br /&gt;Bukan tiga&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Lima jenis perencah&lt;br /&gt;Itulah yang membuat Maggi Mee kita lebih sedap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My salary for this job has been spent off to CG members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just had that very nice Indomie thanks to JT. I guess I want to blog about the blessings of good friends and toxic friends. Good friends are good - for obvious reasons. You feel safe with them. Affirmed. Loved. Accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toxic friends on the surface are bad for health. They can erode your self-esteem. Make you feel bad about yourself and things around you. They cause you to be emotionally bankcrupt and because of this bankcruptcy, you find yourself subconciously seeking for affirmation from places that you are not supposed to. And sometimes, they even cause jaw aches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But in retrospect, they are good in the sense that they make you realise that you do not need their acceptance nor affirmation. You don't even need to expect them from others. Such expectations will only cause frustrations and accute emptiness in your heart. Through such friendships, I've learned to set boundaries and leaning upon the assurance of God that He knew just what He was doing when He made me. And that was what gave me strength, meaning and purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, thank God for friends -both good and toxic. It all does work out for good in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cassy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hello. It's been so long since I blogged. The keyboard is so far away from the screen so it's a bit strange. And the buttons are hard to press. Yesterday I voluntarily joined the music and the chees club. Chess because I do miss playing chinese chess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The other day I watched Rattatouille and I was having much fun. I watched it with a friend who is probably in Russia now continuing his studies. It was fun. After the movie, we were about to go home when I noticed there was a mother dog and her young pups. 5 were dead. They were black in colour. The only one alive was a sandy coloured little puppy. It was snuggling against its dead sibling. I nearly took it back with me thinking that it will die if I didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But I didn't take it back with me because perhaps the mother let the others die. I hope it's still surviving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And oh, I was persuaded to join the Gym club. And... lo. I'm a fellow gymer now. Dumbells are not for me but they told me The Treadmill has my name on it. Thought I should improve my health as I'm always sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yesterday I was slightly pissed because of my coursemate. He told me that I was troublesome, 'mafan' when he had to borrow me his notes. Offended, I coldly and sharply told him to keep his notes. I have no need for it. It's like, maybe it's just me, that I'd find it no trouble at all to lend others my notes. It's like, I thought he was a friend and there he was telling me that it is such a bother to help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I was stunned la. Cos he really did mean it. Aish, and I got so pissed la. But it's okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today JT treated us dinner. Yum. Erm, I ordered a lot because I thought that I would be paying it by myself. Lala Thanks JT =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Okay, I'm signing off now. Oh btw, there was a very strange question that was asked of me the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;'If someone courted you, how long would it be till you would accept?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;What a question right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Dah lama tunggu untuk hannah post ... Nevermind :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA4eBSj-NuI/Rug1ZRZtF6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6CWyu8U8JmE/s1600-h/wayfuture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109392485536044962" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA4eBSj-NuI/Rug1ZRZtF6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6CWyu8U8JmE/s320/wayfuture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Tuan tuan dan Puan puan , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Waktu sekarang ialah pukul 3:10 pagi . Ini bermakna saya sepatutnya tidur . Tapi jangan bimbang , kini saya tengah minum susu sambil blogging . ehem . too lame , must speak English .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Ladies and Gennermen ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The time is 3:10 AM . Please do not worry , I won't be sleeping after I finish drinking my Goodday Fresh Milk from Tesco which is about RM8 nowadays and finish blogging in the Klangyouth blogspot . On the behalf of Lalat Air , I hope you enjoy our today's good slurping maggi by Leading Cook JT . Our flight takes about ... according to my milk which is 100 mililitres at the rate of 200mililitres per hour , well we might take about 30 minutes . so approximately we will be reaching our destination at 3:40 pm . The weather on our destination is black , because it is still dark . Temperature is changing from 20degrees to 29 degrees , because Im releasing my hands from the milk and the traffic load at the destination is rather busy , due to ppl sleeping on the runway .Anyway I hope you will enjoy this flight and thank you for flying Lalat Air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-513870795546275290?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/513870795546275290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=513870795546275290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/513870795546275290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/513870795546275290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/09/yo.html' title='Yo'/><author><name>The King of Blur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042768808680093712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA4eBSj-NuI/Rug1ZRZtF6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6CWyu8U8JmE/s72-c/wayfuture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-3854126521164940657</id><published>2007-09-05T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:51:38.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='members'/><title type='text'>How's Everyone?</title><content type='html'>I wonder where's everyone? It's been a while since someone posted and since I'm on a little study break at the moment, I decided check up on everybody. I can't wait to come back to Malaysia and attend service at the new church. Although I've not been able to attend the first ever service there, the place looks awesome! I bet Christmas Celebration will be something to remember. I've been busy, moving in and settling down to a routine since class started. I think I have more free time during the school year but then again, I might be wrong. So do post back and let us all know what each one has been up to. Oh, and Happy Birthday to Hannah! Can't forget that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-3854126521164940657?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3854126521164940657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=3854126521164940657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/3854126521164940657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/3854126521164940657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/09/hows-everyone.html' title='How&apos;s Everyone?'/><author><name>melian22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-6671364117016205287</id><published>2007-08-09T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:21:13.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>How's It Gonna Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gyiBvJtJ5Z4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gyiBvJtJ5Z4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in the US, totally ignorant about things that have happened in Malaysia over the course of the several months I've been here. Then, my friend from NYC flew down and came to vist, he showed me this video. To be honest, there are some truths embedded in it but then again, is it really the right way to deal with mistakes the government has made over the years or the racism (that has been swept under the carpet) this way? I think not. I fear what might become of our country. I love Malaysia but then again, it scares me sometimes to see how much racial tension there is going on beneath the surface. How are we as the new generation going to help heal hurts between the people? How are things going to be in the future?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-6671364117016205287?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6671364117016205287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=6671364117016205287' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/6671364117016205287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/6671364117016205287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/08/hows-it-gonna-be.html' title='How&apos;s It Gonna Be?'/><author><name>melian22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-6131176832360898553</id><published>2007-08-04T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:06:32.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>"Hantu" Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPYnZfXO4MY/RrQEAQ7TFyI/AAAAAAAAAWo/eO4GHDXfuxw/s1600-h/pha283000024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPYnZfXO4MY/RrQEAQ7TFyI/AAAAAAAAAWo/eO4GHDXfuxw/s320/pha283000024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094701481053067042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a follow up to CC's "Trolls" post and well, I guess its now my turn to have one haunting my blog. I have a "hantu" on my blog and I really dislike it when people post comments under anonymous. Maybe I should change my settings. This might turn out to be a rant but how does one get rid of the person without having any fantasies about hurting them physically? Ignoring them is just not my kind of thing. Help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-6131176832360898553?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6131176832360898553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=6131176832360898553' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/6131176832360898553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/6131176832360898553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/08/hantu-blog.html' title='&quot;Hantu&quot; Blog'/><author><name>melian22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPYnZfXO4MY/RrQEAQ7TFyI/AAAAAAAAAWo/eO4GHDXfuxw/s72-c/pha283000024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-5749514689883919113</id><published>2007-08-02T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T12:36:05.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Request'/><title type='text'>My Cousin</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, despite the fact that I'm not physically in Malaysia, remember that you guys are close to my heart. Recently, a lot of "unfortunate" things has been happening to someone dear to me - my cousin. He has been through a lot for someone his age (he is my age) and even more so recently. He used to go to church and serve in ministries but has backslidden after leaving school due to a bad experience that he had in his church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the things that have been happening to him are not of coincidence but I think that God is tugging on his heartstrings and reminding him that he cannot live his life without God's help. The situations that he has been in recently cannot be rectified without some supernatural help from God. So I'm guessing that he needs to acknowledge that he needs God back in his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, I managed to chat with him online and he finally admitted to me that he thinks that God is only the one who is able to help him get through this stage in his life. That was a miracle in itself because for the past few months, I've been trying to tell him that but he had always brushed it aside. Also, I've been praying for him frequently this past few weeks and I believe that it's because of that that he finally decided to take that small step in faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally convinced him that he needed to start small by coming to CG(this CG!) and he was supposed to come on Wednesday but he couldn't make it because apparently, some people came looking for him (to cause trouble) and he had to leave his house for his grandma's place. That's how much trouble he is in. So, my request is that you all join me in committing to pray for him daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for his safety, that he and his loved ones will not come to any harm. Also, pray that God will continue to move him in his heart so that he will realize day by day that he needs no one else but God. And pray that he will take that step of faith and return to God; by attending CG regularly and eventually church. He is very dear to me and by joining me in praying for him, you are doing me a huge favor as well. Thanks so much guys. And if any of you have a word from God specifically for him or for me, feel free to e-mail me at amanda.lml@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-5749514689883919113?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5749514689883919113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=5749514689883919113' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/5749514689883919113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/5749514689883919113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-cousin.html' title='My Cousin'/><author><name>melian22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-4612084282021562894</id><published>2007-07-19T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T01:14:35.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe first time here</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some interesting videos for ya all to see ^^ ;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Treating 747s like a car - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=id6rfGmgGTk&amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=id6rfGmgGTk&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Garuda 737 crash.... sad - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YkdkXoIddM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YkdkXoIddM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real life kan chong flight over Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;Kan chong flight part 1 - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iffj-suL1wk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iffj-suL1wk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan chong flight part 2 - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfC0nHxnXGU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfC0nHxnXGU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan chong flight part 3 - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQC8JTm5xbQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQC8JTm5xbQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sites just in case you guys wanna get updated the word beyond us ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rovers (Spirit and Opportunity on Mars) - &lt;a href="http://origin.mars5.jpl.nasa.gov/home/"&gt;http://origin.mars5.jpl.nasa.gov/home/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Probe on the way to pluto - &lt;a href="http://pluto.jhuapl.edu/"&gt;http://pluto.jhuapl.edu/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-4612084282021562894?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4612084282021562894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=4612084282021562894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/4612084282021562894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/4612084282021562894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/07/hehe-first-time-here.html' title='Hehe first time here'/><author><name>The King of Blur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042768808680093712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-1992000361699999910</id><published>2007-07-17T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:52:26.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>Trolls</title><content type='html'>What do you do when someone starts name-calling and throwing insults at you and your friends via comments or chat boxes?  These folks have a name - TROLLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good netiquette is to ignore them- even if they personally attack you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only way to bore them until they leave you.  Doesn't matter if you are nice or nasty to them, they'll just bask in the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This message was brought to you by a concerned Netizen from Klang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-1992000361699999910?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1992000361699999910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=1992000361699999910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/1992000361699999910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/1992000361699999910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/07/trolls.html' title='Trolls'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-6031184220675158194</id><published>2007-07-05T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T15:05:37.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell meets'/><title type='text'>4th July CG Meet</title><content type='html'>So here's what happened yesterday ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hannah's nearby mamak was closed.  Dunno if it's because got a lot of ppl complained abt getting stomach aches there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cassy overslept bcos I think her phone batt died-ed.  We missed you, girl!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone shared bible stories like professional speakers only.  Esp Ju with his gusto Jonah narrative.  Ada ke &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/span&gt; kat sana??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of us learned a new song - Mr. Noah (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lyrics below&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are planning to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Evan Almighty &lt;/span&gt;next Wed!  JT, keep us updated with booking details, ya?  Those who wanna join us say aye in the comments to facilitate head count :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reminder to all: Let me know by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Jul (Tues)&lt;/span&gt; if you are coming for the Zone Multiplication party on 13 July (Fri) at 8pm, DSP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mr. Noah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mr. Noah built an ark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The people thought it such a lark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mr. Noah pleaded so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But into the ark they would not go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Down came the rain in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Torrents, torrents (3x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And only 8 were saved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The animals went in two by two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The giraffe and zebra and kangaroo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;All were safely stowed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Before that great and awful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-6031184220675158194?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6031184220675158194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=6031184220675158194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/6031184220675158194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/6031184220675158194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/07/4th-july-cg-meet.html' title='4th July CG Meet'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-2121843610429488198</id><published>2007-07-04T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:06:32.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Burpday, Dianne (3 Jul)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUm2DWyfLzY/RosH-ubxBpI/AAAAAAAACWo/hReFELgl_QU/s1600-h/bday+gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUm2DWyfLzY/RosH-ubxBpI/AAAAAAAACWo/hReFELgl_QU/s400/bday+gift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083165378615510674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are too far away to sabo' but we are patiently waiting till you come back for your 'pressie'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/809282"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo credits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-2121843610429488198?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2121843610429488198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=2121843610429488198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/2121843610429488198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/2121843610429488198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-belated-burpday-dianne-3-jul.html' title='Happy Belated Burpday, Dianne (3 Jul)!'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUm2DWyfLzY/RosH-ubxBpI/AAAAAAAACWo/hReFELgl_QU/s72-c/bday+gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-337027358146607554</id><published>2007-07-03T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T01:25:32.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat Box</title><content type='html'>Alo, alo... Can someone help me install a chat box at the side of this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all agree that it'll be a great addition, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-337027358146607554?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/337027358146607554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=337027358146607554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/337027358146607554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/337027358146607554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/07/chat-box.html' title='Chat Box'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-4651608109105352561</id><published>2007-07-02T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:06:34.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened when U had Roti Ayam</title><content type='html'>Last CG outing, I’m sure we had a blasting moment. For the very first time, none of us ordered Indooooo Meeeeee Doubleeeeee. I ordered Roti Ayam. The Roti Ayam looks plain when it arrived on my table. I was wondering, where’s my ketchup pattern on my Roti Ayam since Eugene one has patterns on it when he ordered. Nevertheless, I carried on eating with my Roti Ayam. It was irri-twistably good. Somehow, when I got back, I had a slight stomachache. I brush the feeling off since it wasn’t too bad. I dozed off thinking that everything should be alright but things seem to be a little bit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the middle of the night with an extremely upset tummy. And it happened twice. Must be the Roti Ayam which caused it. I thought everything will be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, I visited the toilet one last time. Finally I’m all done for the day. No more tummyache. I will be thinking twice before ordering Roti Ayam from that mamak again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everything below this line has got nothing to do with the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/RokADIG4sdI/AAAAAAAAABE/pbUJY13ZKAE/s1600-h/27062007193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082593708180287954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/RokADIG4sdI/AAAAAAAAABE/pbUJY13ZKAE/s200/27062007193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/RokADoG4seI/AAAAAAAAABM/oFOvSt-lkqY/s1600-h/27062007194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082593716770222562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/RokADoG4seI/AAAAAAAAABM/oFOvSt-lkqY/s200/27062007194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/RokAEYG4sfI/AAAAAAAAABU/mY1ZKk9DRsg/s1600-h/27062007195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082593729655124466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/RokAEYG4sfI/AAAAAAAAABU/mY1ZKk9DRsg/s200/27062007195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/Roj_uYG4sYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/393mMtPsXcc/s1600-h/27062007186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082593351698002306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/Roj_uYG4sYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/393mMtPsXcc/s200/27062007186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/Roj_uoG4sZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/va_1S4ucnZ0/s1600-h/27062007187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082593355992969618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/Roj_uoG4sZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/va_1S4ucnZ0/s200/27062007187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/Roj_u4G4saI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XuQfQwlHaNw/s1600-h/27062007190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082593360287936930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/Roj_u4G4saI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XuQfQwlHaNw/s200/27062007190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/Roj_vIG4sbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Gwcwhuz4y5w/s1600-h/27062007191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082593364582904242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/Roj_vIG4sbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Gwcwhuz4y5w/s200/27062007191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/Roj_vYG4scI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4NgfZz-0w78/s1600-h/27062007192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082593368877871554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/Roj_vYG4scI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4NgfZz-0w78/s200/27062007192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Faces of the CG members. We'll snap more pics of other members to make it complete. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d2Xt1ZZXDa8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d2Xt1ZZXDa8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't stop laughing after watching this video. Watch it and sent in your comment. ^ ^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-4651608109105352561?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4651608109105352561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=4651608109105352561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/4651608109105352561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/4651608109105352561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-happened-when-u-had-roti-ayam.html' title='What happened when U had Roti Ayam'/><author><name>jiathiam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOPxfFYfx1U/RokADIG4sdI/AAAAAAAAABE/pbUJY13ZKAE/s72-c/27062007193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-6533753058155023635</id><published>2007-07-02T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T18:09:42.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopGirl = tomyamgirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh dash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to set my tomyamgirl to tomyamGirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more systematic ma. Anyways, JT I'm awaiting your tummyache post. But since it was so long ago, I bet you forgotten the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also &lt;strong&gt;tomyamgirl = Casandra&lt;/strong&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still at college. In the lab. I can't bear to go back. There's absolutely nothing to do at home. Except study. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did my life become so drab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. I remember when. When my internet went poof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still have the Sims 2 to play with! Hahas, I'm looking forward to this week's meet. I feel so bored without my internet world =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;It is now time to go on. Back to my drab room. With its drab atmostphere as my roommate has moved out (Not a bad prospect I'd say) I remembered wishing I was alone, then I wouldn't feel so irksome... BUT THAT WAS WHEN I HAD MY INTERNET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But still. Privacy is as best as one can erm. Have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-6533753058155023635?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6533753058155023635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=6533753058155023635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/6533753058155023635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/6533753058155023635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/07/shopgirl-tomyamgirl.html' title='shopGirl = tomyamgirl'/><author><name>Tom Yam Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00306869124232077958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/twsanmy/1a-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-7734627422150236859</id><published>2007-06-30T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T03:59:05.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT a post by yt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/somedogzfreak/collage1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hello! just a lil' update from me! =)&lt;br /&gt;next week's gonna be the last week of the first semester of this Foundation course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L-R, top row to bottom:&lt;br /&gt;1. this was my palette. filled with GOUACHE. no more cheapo Buncho. my palette's no longer white.&lt;br /&gt;2. random doodle.&lt;br /&gt;3. a sketch for Symbolism project. it's sposed to symbolize 'Fall' as in the act of falling, and the season.&lt;br /&gt;4. result of my sister's wonderful cooking. and mine too.&lt;br /&gt;5. enjoyed the benefit of cg steamboat where noone ate more than 1 prawn each&lt;br /&gt;6. lemme introduce WARM &amp; COOL colours. warm on left, cool on right.&lt;br /&gt;7. dim sum! =)~&lt;br /&gt;8. this is an achromatic scale. painstakingly handmade ok.. handpainted 2x2cm squares handglued together.&lt;br /&gt;9. i cut my own hair. inspired by posh spice.. nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... jk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/somedogzfreak/DSC00087resized.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i still look like this.. but i DID cut my hair. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. just a year ago, i think i recall ju telling eugene the indomee at hannah's mamak not nice. how come it's suddnly the cg staple? (or at least, was, until the jatuh std incident)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am missing Inexpensive (not cheap, cuz cheap means low quality) food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-7734627422150236859?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7734627422150236859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=7734627422150236859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/7734627422150236859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/7734627422150236859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-post-by-yt.html' title='NOT a post by yt!'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982112007908952076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-5362393325539175660</id><published>2007-06-28T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:38:17.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell meets'/><title type='text'>27 June CG - Gross Things</title><content type='html'>Burps, farts, even sacrificial alien tissue paper are hot topics of the day.  Man, if they were to audit our cg's activities, dunno if can get chop sirim from church or not :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that NOT a single soul ordered Indomie from Hannah's mamak.  Used to be our staple after cg order.  But since the standard jatuh last week, we all scared liao.  No more, no more.  At least until after we forget and start craving for Indomie again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Thiam, don't forget to upload the videos and pics, yea?  Can't wait to see 'em all!  Also please photoshop the pics before posting them.  Remove the shine from our noses and all, ya?  Emkoi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-5362393325539175660?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5362393325539175660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=5362393325539175660' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/5362393325539175660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/5362393325539175660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/06/27-june-cg-gross-things.html' title='27 June CG - Gross Things'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-940239945640384836</id><published>2007-06-28T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:06:34.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='members'/><title type='text'>I Can't Drive, But I Can Fly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUm2DWyfLzY/RoKNsObxBmI/AAAAAAAACWA/Kfcya_3327Y/s1600-h/joupilot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUm2DWyfLzY/RoKNsObxBmI/AAAAAAAACWA/Kfcya_3327Y/s400/joupilot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080779120555656802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes aside, we all love ya, bro!  Stay cool as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-940239945640384836?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/940239945640384836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=940239945640384836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/940239945640384836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/940239945640384836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-cant-drive-but-i-can-fly.html' title='I Can&apos;t Drive, But I Can Fly!'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUm2DWyfLzY/RoKNsObxBmI/AAAAAAAACWA/Kfcya_3327Y/s72-c/joupilot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-483366736309378459</id><published>2007-06-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:12:46.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell meets'/><title type='text'>20 June CG - Patriotic Ice Breaker</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's cg was a blast.  There were so many tired pandas amongst us (me included) that I thought we should get up from our butts and start doing something active, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we started with an original ice-breaker simply titled 'Music, lyrics and action'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*resumed on 27 June*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... We sang 'Twinkle, twinkle little star', 'Baa Baa Black Sheep' and even 'Negaraku'!  How much more patriotic can you get leh?  All of those songs were accompanied by groovy actions, man.  Eugene's Kepala Geleng move ala Bollywood nearly made us roll on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What strikes me most that night is how a group of normally sane people would do siao things like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other details seem a bit blurry now.  See lar, shouldn't have stopped so long before I blogged it.  Now forgotten d.  And boy, was it just a week ago?  Seems like so long ago.  Time sure flies when you're having fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-483366736309378459?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/483366736309378459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=483366736309378459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/483366736309378459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/483366736309378459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/06/20-june-cg-patriotic-ice-breaker.html' title='20 June CG - Patriotic Ice Breaker'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-4854806368147182120</id><published>2007-06-26T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:31:13.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='members'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hello. It is me Casandra =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I just want to say that I can't go online ( Maple, and Msn) for 2 weeks. And that alone, has proven that my hypothesis is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My Hypothesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I cannot survive without the Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;P/s: YT can I ask for a favour? Can we change the skin of this blog? I hate this particular skin because of a particular someone. I really really detest it. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It irks me to no end.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Exams are coming. And I'm slumming in it. And I have cravings for Thin Crust Beef Pepperoni Dominoes' Pizza. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-4854806368147182120?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4854806368147182120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=4854806368147182120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/4854806368147182120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/4854806368147182120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>shopGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/twsanmy/meh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049514099765371052.post-6599004294192146437</id><published>2007-06-21T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:31:53.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Yo!</title><content type='html'>This is a place for all Klang Youth cg members (more affectionately known as the Siao Gang) to hang out and post updates and happenings on the group and their lives.  Members who are now in different countries are warmly welcomed to contribute as well - this is especially great for you guys who want us keipohs to know what's up with your lives.  Even though we are apart, you are still cherished in our hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid all of you a warm welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049514099765371052-6599004294192146437?l=klangyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6599004294192146437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049514099765371052&amp;postID=6599004294192146437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/6599004294192146437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049514099765371052/posts/default/6599004294192146437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klangyouth.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo.html' title='Yo!'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
