<?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-17165835</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:31:39.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Families 4 Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17165835.post-5691049426111801282</id><published>2008-07-10T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T05:13:01.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008: CTS/TURBINE</title><content type='html'>A turbine was too small. The exhaust pipe was too big. Imagine a small little turbine trying to blow through a gigantic pipe..... Apart from that, the driver shifts into 5th gear, let go of the clutch immediately and step the paddle. Thus, the car died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the turbine blew up and the exhaust was forced to be taken out due to the lack in size......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: The driver's CTS sucks balls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-5691049426111801282?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/5691049426111801282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=5691049426111801282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/5691049426111801282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/5691049426111801282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-ctsturbine.html' title='2008: CTS/TURBINE'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-115968509329271328</id><published>2006-09-30T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:44:53.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0TBDti9BDU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0TBDti9BDU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always dreamed of doing things like this but i never do and dunno if i ever will but if everyone was like that everyone would get along better in our world today. The man in the video 'Juan Mann' has touched the hearts of many and gave hope to people in humanity through his actions. This is exactly what Jesus would do. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-115968509329271328?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/115968509329271328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=115968509329271328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115968509329271328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115968509329271328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/09/great-love.html' title='Great love'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-115838785460974720</id><published>2006-09-15T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:24:14.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes of the Heart</title><content type='html'>Love is the best medicine, and there is more than enough to go around once you open your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden Power of the HeartYou'll discover that real love is millions of miles past falling in love with anyone or anything. When you make that one effort to feel compassion instead of blame or self-blame, the heart opens again and continues opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our true identity is to love without fear and insecurity. Our higher potential finds us when we set our course in that direction. The power of love and compassion transforms insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the heart that hurts you, but never hurt the heart that loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hidden Power of the HeartEnthusiasm created from the heart is the spirit of the matter. It ignites your whole system so there's no drag, no resistance, no thoughts like "Do I have to?" coming from the head to sabotage the power of your surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not automatic. It takes conscious practice and awareness, just like playing the piano or golf. However, you have ample opportunities to practice. Everyone you meet can be your practice session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love does not come by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grief and tragedy and hatred are only for a time. Goodness, remembrance and love have no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it was, and always will be yours. If it never returns, it was never yours to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love never lives happily ever after - true love has no ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love fails, only when we fail to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like pi — natural, irrational, and VERY important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-115838785460974720?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/115838785460974720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=115838785460974720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115838785460974720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115838785460974720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/09/quotes-of-heart.html' title='Quotes of the Heart'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-115806820130852109</id><published>2006-09-12T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:36:41.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer for help</title><content type='html'>I pray to you Lord, I beg for mercy,&lt;br /&gt;I tell you all of my worries and my troubles,&lt;br /&gt;and whenever i feel low, you are there to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trap has been hidden along my pathway.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you look, you won't see anyone&lt;br /&gt;who cares enough to walk beside me.&lt;br /&gt;There is no place to hide, and no one who really cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to you Lord! You are my place of safety,&lt;br /&gt;and you are my choice in the land of the living.&lt;br /&gt;Please answer my prayer. I am completely helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help! They are chasing me, and they are too strong.&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me from this prison, so I can praise your name.&lt;br /&gt;And when your people notice&lt;br /&gt;your wonderful kindness to me,&lt;br /&gt;they will rush to my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/1600/1776062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/320/1776062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How do I speak of the indescribable to You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I will try to explain these feelings that are true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All of the words in all of my life that could never explain and never describe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All of my love, which is nothing to hide so I lift up my hands and I worship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By Your grace You let me come talk to You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's not that I'm worthy I thank you Jesus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For the love that You have shown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Kutless -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-115806820130852109?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/115806820130852109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=115806820130852109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115806820130852109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115806820130852109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/09/prayer-for-help.html' title='A Prayer for help'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-115407004634898742</id><published>2006-07-27T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:00:46.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cannot promise you that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will not have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;many different moods,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will not hurt you sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will always be strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my faults will not show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i do promise you that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will share all my thoughts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and  feelings with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will try to understand everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; that you do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will be completely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;honest with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will laugh and cry with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will try to help you achieve &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;all your goals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But~ most of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i promise you that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever and ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-115407004634898742?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/115407004634898742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=115407004634898742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115407004634898742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115407004634898742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-115344704162402636</id><published>2006-07-20T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:57:21.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MONASH</title><content type='html'>its just a name. uni life is tough. just my first week and assignments already. . due about 3 weeks from now, 2000 words essay for each subjects . .taking 4 subs. the lecturers are ok but there is the accounting one. . he only supports accounting, economic and finance majors.  . the rest he just tell u in ur face it sucks and its unless. don't waaste ur time. ..damn guy. .makes me confused with my majors now. . .he's got more than 3 companies outside, 4 degrees, ACCA, 1 masters and 1 phd . . 30+ guy. . .damn ass. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-115344704162402636?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/115344704162402636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=115344704162402636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115344704162402636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115344704162402636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/07/monash.html' title='MONASH'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-115259608218512437</id><published>2006-07-10T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:34:42.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where'd You Go?"</title><content type='html'>ps: this song does not relate to hairloss. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about the life's of people. . .broken families. .homes and all . .&lt;br /&gt;spend time with those you love. .make them your priority, appreciate them. . .you won't really know what they mean to you till you loose them. .&lt;br /&gt;Families 4 Life yo. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-FORT MINOR -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Where'd You Go?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where'd you go?I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said "Some days I feel like shit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some days I wanna quit, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and just be normal for a bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I don't understand why you have to always be gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get along but the trips always feel so long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please come back home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know the place where you used to live,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now, you only stop by every once and a while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can call me if you find that you have something to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you've been gone.Where'd you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please come back home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no longer debatin',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For why you're not around, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and feeling so useless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems one thing has been true all along,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...Where'd you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please come back home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please come back home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please come back home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please come back home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please come back home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-115259608218512437?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/115259608218512437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=115259608218512437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115259608218512437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115259608218512437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/07/whered-you-go.html' title='&quot;Where&apos;d You Go?&quot;'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-115259561419061811</id><published>2006-07-10T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:26:54.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>Ha ha ha. . .don't worry. .nothing happen to me. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true meaning of love, as defined in the Bible, has been corrupted in the common usage of our English language and society. Most often, love is confused with infatuation - that elated, "high" feeling we get when we "fall in love." This kind of "love" is something that lasts typically less than a year, and unless replaced by true love, results in broken relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a description of apage love. It is described as being patient, kind, truthful, unselfish, trusting, believing, hopeful, and enduring. It is not jealous, boastful, arrogant, rude, selfish, or angry. True love never fails. The description perfectly fits God's love toward us, and should be the way we love each other and God. However, I have never met any person who perfectly fulfills this biblical definition of love. The Bible says that this unconditional love is more important than everything else (a partial list includes oratory ability, prophecy, knowledge, faith, philanthropy and hope). All of these things, which are "good" things, will pass away. Only love is eternal, since love will be the basis of eternal life. In fact, when Jesus was asked what the greatest commandment was, He said,"YOU SHALL LOVE THE LORD YOUR GOD WITH ALL YOUR HEART, AND WITH ALL YOUR SOUL, AND WITH ALL YOUR MIND." (Matthew 22:37)&lt;a href="http://www.godandscience.org/love/biblicallove.html#09"&gt;9&lt;/a&gt; He then added that the second most important law was "YOU SHALL LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR AS YOURSELF." Jesus said that the entire law was dependent upon these two commandments.&lt;a href="http://www.godandscience.org/love/biblicallove.html#09"&gt;9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not a Christian, I hope you desire to express love as defined in the Bible. However, wanting to do so and attempting to do so in the power of your own will is guaranteed to fail. This kind of love is only possible through relying on the power of God, through faith in Jesus Christ. Even if you are a Christian, you will not succeed if you do not abide in Christ. May the Lord direct your hearts into the love of God and into the steadfastness of Christ.&lt;a href="http://www.godandscience.org/love/biblicallove.html#10"&gt;10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="01"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. (1 John 4:8)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-115259561419061811?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/115259561419061811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=115259561419061811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115259561419061811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115259561419061811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-is-love_10.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-115259549304619161</id><published>2006-07-10T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:24:53.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-115259549304619161?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/115259549304619161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=115259549304619161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115259549304619161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115259549304619161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-115259534016714304</id><published>2006-07-10T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:22:20.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise men - james blunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said to me, "Go steady on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't you tell me what the Wise Men said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When they came down from Heaven,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smoked nine 'til seven,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the shit that they could find,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they couldn't escape from you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldn't be free of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now they know there's no way out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they're really sorry now for what they've done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were three Wise Men just trying to have some fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look who's alone now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not me. It's not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those three Wise Men,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They've got a semi by the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got to ask yourself the question,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really sorry now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They weren't to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They got caught up in your talent show,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With you pernickety little bastards in your fancy dress,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who just judge each other and try to impress,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they couldn't escape from you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldn't be free of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now they know there's no way out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they're really sorry now for what they've done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were three Wise Men just trying to have some fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look who's alone now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not me. It's not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those three Wise Men,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They've got a semi by the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got to ask yourself the question,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-115259534016714304?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/115259534016714304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=115259534016714304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115259534016714304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115259534016714304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/07/wise-men-james-blunt.html' title='Wise men - james blunt'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-115254783176769759</id><published>2006-07-10T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T09:10:31.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>time flies when you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and My Bi Bi, playing puzzles, walk through the park, going place together . . .My peace, my happiness, my all. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/320/DSC00366.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;swimming with Hu Ko, champion of the kiddy's pool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/320/DSC00443.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chilling with Sua Tu Ong. . .as the sua tu pathens for the sua pa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/320/DSC00327.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carrying drunk people. . .JKR terus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/320/DSC00326.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-115254783176769759?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/115254783176769759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=115254783176769759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115254783176769759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115254783176769759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-115254519844382216</id><published>2006-07-10T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:26:38.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BURN</title><content type='html'>ok. . .sorry for the long period of absence. . . .somehow i forgot how to attach files so the project's a fail. . .burn. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-115254519844382216?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/115254519844382216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=115254519844382216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115254519844382216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/115254519844382216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/07/burn.html' title='BURN'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-114770762270704853</id><published>2006-05-15T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T08:40:22.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poverty Project</title><content type='html'>my finals start this friday 19th of may- 30th of may. . .busy but got to write something. . .i was sitting in my room then while listening to a song i thought about life. . .seems i don't even realise that i'm lost. . . i did. . .i'm ashamed to call myself a christian. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about me and those who think that they are in the same boat. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are suppose to be the Body of Christ but if we are the body, why aren't His arm's reaching, why aren't His hands healing, Why aren't His word's teaching, why aren't His feet Going . .&lt;br /&gt;We have become stale. . . forgetting why we are here and who we are and the Purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has inspired me to start something small. . .i'm planning to spread a screensaver about poverty to show people what's happening although they might know already. . .its the least i can do. . .wanna see how far this goes. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-J-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-114770762270704853?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/114770762270704853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=114770762270704853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/114770762270704853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/114770762270704853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/05/poverty-project.html' title='The Poverty Project'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-114369679536658741</id><published>2006-03-29T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:33:15.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/1600/DSC00165.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; work hard till the end of may or i'll be dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals coming soon, Middle of MAY ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to study, no time to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work so hard to get in to MONASH but when i'm in i wanna get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this work? no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn 3 years for a sheet of paper (degree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/1600/DSC00165.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/200/DSC00165.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/200/DSC00164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/1600/DSC00184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/200/DSC00184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahaha. . just needed a break&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm. . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/320/DSC00205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Studying a pile of books bigger than your head when it's stacked up together is never easy. . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-114369679536658741?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/114369679536658741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=114369679536658741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/114369679536658741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/114369679536658741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/03/studies.html' title='Studies'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-114369545969751886</id><published>2006-03-29T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:10:59.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid thought's</title><content type='html'>just a few things i've been thinking bout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people say time=money,&lt;br /&gt;other's say that money is just paper&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean time=paper&lt;br /&gt;just a stupid thought . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to try something different today. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                    I should know who I am by now&lt;br /&gt;                                                             Your name is the splinter inside me&lt;br /&gt;                                I could have lost myself&lt;br /&gt;In rough blue waters in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;                                                       I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get to sleep&lt;br /&gt;               I think about the implications&lt;br /&gt;                                       Of diving in too deep&lt;br /&gt;                                                        And possibly the complications&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                             Especially at night&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                      I worry over situations&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                             I know will be alright&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                          Perhaps its just my imagination&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           Day after day it reappears&lt;br /&gt;                Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts appear and fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite song of all time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                             &lt;u&gt;Iris&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know your alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        -Goo goo dolls-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-114369545969751886?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/114369545969751886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=114369545969751886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/114369545969751886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/114369545969751886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/03/stupid-thoughts.html' title='Stupid thought&apos;s'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-113738170439637748</id><published>2006-01-15T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T19:21:44.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my lover.</title><content type='html'>Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;br /&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;br /&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;br /&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;br /&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;br /&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;br /&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;br /&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;br /&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;br /&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hollow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-113738170439637748?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/113738170439637748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=113738170439637748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/113738170439637748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/113738170439637748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodbye-my-lover.html' title='Goodbye my lover.'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-113703039384334179</id><published>2006-01-11T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:46:33.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fu*king PIssed</title><content type='html'>I need a place to stay. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of desperation i decided to approach the guard and ask him to find me a place in the condo, apparently everyone ones to stay there since it is near college plus its cheaper compared to other places and great to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i offered the guard money,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked me to go away. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn pissed. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Finger"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and walked away in a calm but pissed manner. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn guard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-113703039384334179?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/113703039384334179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=113703039384334179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Home. . . .&lt;br /&gt;so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 3rd day back at kuching we went to santubong&lt;br /&gt;what a great experience, as Attan would say "Bagus. . "&lt;br /&gt;male bonding, gay. . . but seriously&lt;br /&gt;i was sleeping at the edge of the bed when Attan got nearer and now thanx to him&lt;br /&gt;we're called ASS RUBBERS&lt;br /&gt;damn guy&lt;br /&gt;middle of the night we decided to jump into the pool&lt;br /&gt;Attan jump first pulling me in&lt;br /&gt;again with the damn guy, one day he's gonna kill me&lt;br /&gt;a lense of his glasses was missing and we had to move around in the pool using the&lt;br /&gt;"crab maneuver"&lt;br /&gt;Attan was about to burst into tears&lt;br /&gt;after about 15 mins(felt like it in the bloody cold water) we found his glasses&lt;br /&gt;i had saw the poor boys need and saved his ass, hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;that was the climax of the night,&lt;br /&gt;other events that took place are censored to others not members of the great expedition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on christmas i got a card from Vina and cookies from Jess, thanx, Jess' cookies smells and tastes like famous amos, EXCELLENT . . . .&lt;br /&gt;thats about all the presents i got, sorry if i left anyone out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued. . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-113635211264612735?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/113635211264612735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=113635211264612735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/113635211264612735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/113635211264612735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-113228271697092837</id><published>2005-11-18T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T18:58:36.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis</title><content type='html'>The story has ended,&lt;br /&gt;and a new chapter begins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quote from - &lt;em&gt;U2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You've got to get yourself together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; You've got stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Don't say that later will be better now you're stuck in a moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; And you can't get out of it"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering all my pieces in life and do something and not get stuck in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;i got 2 months left before i have to find a new place to stay,&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do something and i will do it,&lt;br /&gt;by July next year i will finish reading the Bible and understand it or i would have failed.&lt;br /&gt;I Just bought a new guitar and hopefully i will compose my own songs and perform them someday, got inspired my my sisters. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the way I was living could stop,&lt;br /&gt;Wish that my grandfather wasn't sick,&lt;br /&gt;Wish my homies wouldn't have to suffer,&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could go deep in a zone,&lt;br /&gt;And lift the spirits of the world with the words with in a song,&lt;br /&gt;Wish God never gave the men power To be able to hurt the people inside the Twin Towers,&lt;br /&gt;And I Wish God woulda turned they hearts righteous,&lt;br /&gt;And we gotta pray, all we got is faith.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of thinking about who gonna die to day,&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is gonna help you feel better, so you ain't gotta cry today.&lt;br /&gt;Just say a little prayer, get ya money man, life go on&lt;br /&gt;And in the famous words of Mr. King "Why can't we all just get along",&lt;br /&gt;I Wish everybody would just stop and freeze,&lt;br /&gt;And ask way are we fulfillin these downfalls and prophecies,&lt;br /&gt;You can be wrong if it's you doubting,&lt;br /&gt;With the faith of a mustard seed you can move mountains,&lt;br /&gt;And only the heavenly father and ease the hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Just let it go and keep prayin on your knees in church!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-113228271697092837?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/113228271697092837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=113228271697092837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/113228271697092837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/113228271697092837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2005/11/genesis.html' title='Genesis'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-113219881585611763</id><published>2005-11-15T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:41:03.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're beautiful</title><content type='html'>My life is briliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was, Fucking high.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-113219881585611763?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/113219881585611763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=113219881585611763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/113219881585611763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/113219881585611763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2005/11/youre-beautiful.html' title='You&apos;re beautiful'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-113181642128595521</id><published>2005-11-13T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T09:31:59.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many</title><content type='html'>OK, this is too much, i'm posting 3 posts at once, hhahaha, sorry la, just making up for the long period of not updating, the thursday before, the last day on MUFY(Monash Universtiy Foundation Year) for my team, the final exam was over, now i won't see them anymore in college . . . Boo hoo.. . . now its only me, damn this new team, everyone think's they're better than everyone else, my team this time is damn snobish but has a variety of people, English, Japanese, Korean, Africans, Chinese and Egyptians( that was long) . so whats my accoplishments so far? i've improved academically, achieved a further stage in my personal growth and my "sisters" told me that a some girls were talking bout the cutest guy in the course, his name is Jason Kong and he's studying business, hahahaha, what do i care. Fun to know though, after all what are the benefits of having "sisters"? i'm grateful to have them and my great friends too who help me with my assignments and stuff, i'm really going to miss them, i will dedicate a blog to them soon. Peace Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-113181642128595521?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/113181642128595521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=113181642128595521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/113181642128595521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/113181642128595521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2005/11/too-many.html' title='Too many'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-113181545804746917</id><published>2005-11-13T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T09:10:58.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/1600/IMG_1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/400/IMG_1908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics next time, wish i did have a camera so that life could be easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken bout 5 months ago , same gang again&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/1600/IMG_1669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2395/1632/400/IMG_1669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so recent pic of , from the left (Cecelia, Corina, Kai yen, Roger and Me) family dinner. bout 7 months ago, long old story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-113181545804746917?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/113181545804746917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=113181545804746917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/113181545804746917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/113181545804746917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-pics.html' title='Some pics'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-113181485220449042</id><published>2005-11-13T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T09:00:52.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A purpose</title><content type='html'>my old blog is dead and will be dead till someday when i decide to do something fun with it or this company decides to close it down. hahahaha.  Any ways, regulator visitors of this blog, thanx for visiting and all, i do try to update as frequently as possible but its hard to keep the consistancy due to the lack of technology and time, college pc restricts and bloging, posting, and other wierd stuff throught the admin. anyways, the purpose for this blog is to keep everyone updated on whats happening to me, around me and . . . (you get the idea) its hard to keep it contact sometimes due to distance and certain restrictions, physical, fiscal and unknown weather conditions( last one's a lame joke). this may be sad but its one way to keep it touch with you. Peace out Homies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-113181485220449042?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/113181485220449042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=113181485220449042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/113181485220449042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/113181485220449042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2005/11/purpose.html' title='A purpose'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-112960454828289189</id><published>2005-10-18T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:02:28.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on life</title><content type='html'>Had a week of holiday last week&lt;br /&gt;went up to perak with "My Family" Roger, Cecelia and Corina, Kai yen couldn't come because she had to go back to kuching unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;We rented a house on the mountain top&lt;br /&gt;it only cost about rm 60 for the whole house for a night&lt;br /&gt;it was cold, about 14 c, above the clouds, mist was every where, line of sight was limited&lt;br /&gt;had a barbeque, the thing that sucked was it rained,&lt;br /&gt;the fire i built died but luckily not before we ate.&lt;br /&gt;the house was creepy, just like the houses in horror movies,&lt;br /&gt;there were rooms bolted up to keep them restricted to people,&lt;br /&gt;the place was haunted we were told, the ghosts were constricted to those rooms, WIERD&lt;br /&gt;i was amazed by the skills of the drivers who drove the 4x4's up those mountains&lt;br /&gt;trip was about 30 mins, 12km up of about 50 to 60 dergees, nearly fell of the mountain btw, hahahaha, but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;the ride was like in "Medal of honor" it was like one of those old WWII 4x4's&lt;br /&gt;awsome trip.&lt;br /&gt;have exams next week, got to keep up my good work&lt;br /&gt;another week of holiday again after that.&lt;br /&gt;where to go next?&lt;br /&gt;maybe some deserted island, i love an adventure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-112960454828289189?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/112960454828289189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=112960454828289189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/112960454828289189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/112960454828289189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2005/10/update-on-life.html' title='Update on life'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-112960352108510065</id><published>2005-10-18T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:45:21.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lady Peace - Somewhere out there</title><content type='html'>Hope you remember me&lt;br /&gt;When you're home sick and need a change&lt;br /&gt;I miss your purple hair&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you taste&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll come back some day&lt;br /&gt;On a bed of nails I wait&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying that you don't burn out or fade away&lt;br /&gt;And all we are&lt;br /&gt;Is all so far&lt;br /&gt;You're falling back to me&lt;br /&gt;The star that I can see&lt;br /&gt;I know your out there, somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;You're falling out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there, somewhere out there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-112960352108510065?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/112960352108510065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=112960352108510065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/112960352108510065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/112960352108510065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2005/10/our-lady-peace-somewhere-out-there.html' title='Our Lady Peace - Somewhere out there'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-112866624582515267</id><published>2005-10-09T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:24:05.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richness</title><content type='html'>Today was someone's 17th birthday. An indonesian girl from my class was giving out invitation cards inviting everyone she knew to her 17th birthday party. This party will be at the "Times Square" ballroom, this ain't cheap dude. . . this all costs a bomb. guess what? she's got a Lamborghini-Murcielago. its not everyday you see a car like this. That chick is way loaded.&lt;br /&gt;btw, i ain't goin to the party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-112866624582515267?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/112866624582515267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=112866624582515267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/112866624582515267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/112866624582515267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2005/10/richness.html' title='Richness'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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-17165835.post-112866598792874997</id><published>2005-10-06T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:19:47.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry &amp; Thanx</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the long blog updating process, i've been busy with exams and stuff, also by the limitations of internet access. Thanx Lyn, Ting, Lorr &amp; whoever has kept my old blog as a link even though it was never updated. That one has become obsolute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17165835-112866598792874997?l=jkgb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/feeds/112866598792874997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17165835&amp;postID=112866598792874997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/112866598792874997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17165835/posts/default/112866598792874997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jkgb.blogspot.com/2005/10/sorry-thanx.html' title='Sorry &amp; Thanx'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473518254471670552</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></feed>
