<?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-4968411335124003308</id><updated>2011-08-14T22:05:38.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best frens exist for life..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968411335124003308.post-8415997293425752757</id><published>2010-11-07T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:26:28.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why am i always in this situation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is bleeding.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hurt yet again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every now and then crying out to her name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The state i am in now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its terrible..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its bad.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in enough shit myself alr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet i'm thrown into a r/s jail...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I needa get out of here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I needa get free from this struggle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But how long more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I simply jus want you back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'v came to rely on you heavily..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shit.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-8415997293425752757?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/8415997293425752757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=8415997293425752757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/8415997293425752757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/8415997293425752757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2010/11/helpless.html' title='Helpless'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-1788763531299700026</id><published>2009-12-27T07:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:03:33.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Korea hopefully this may..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loads of saving ups to be done..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recruiting people for the korea trip..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone interested may feel free to let me know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It'll be awesome !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-1788763531299700026?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/1788763531299700026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=1788763531299700026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1788763531299700026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1788763531299700026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/12/korea-hopefully-this-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-5094272182515388483</id><published>2009-12-20T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:19:23.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;back from holidays..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now the starting of 2 years of regimental police life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loads of frens says they are having fun and loving it in there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess i'v gotta go experience it for myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was having dinner with mum at hub when i bump into dason and co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they mentioned seeing alot of sandrina in amk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a moment i couldn't regco that name..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i remembered..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that girl.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;memories started flowing back but then hey..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didn't i benefited so much from the breakup?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look at the life i'm having now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's awesome..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dun need no girl to burden me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time to pack.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fcuk.. clementi.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the next 6 weeks.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh gosh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-5094272182515388483?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/5094272182515388483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=5094272182515388483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5094272182515388483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5094272182515388483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-2732130233140838271</id><published>2009-12-16T03:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:49:35.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;back from thailand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its quite boring..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;considered myself flushing 720 bucks down the bowl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still there are moments of fun and satisfaction..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next stop malaysia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope it'll be better..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u finally made me understood something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something i could never have understood while i was with you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love did not exsist..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its all jus fantasys all these long..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's time to start loving myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-2732130233140838271?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/2732130233140838271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=2732130233140838271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/2732130233140838271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/2732130233140838271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-thailand.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-5969665186779066372</id><published>2009-11-27T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:08:13.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if the sky is falling down down down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awesome song yeaa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Personal Favourite since it came out on air..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esp at the clubs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would love to get this song out to her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But wad are my chances? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahas.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wooo.. The rain's stopped..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to go fishing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully it will be my first yet not last time. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-5969665186779066372?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/5969665186779066372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=5969665186779066372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5969665186779066372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5969665186779066372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/11/even-if-sky-is-falling-down-down-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-3398604165705616445</id><published>2009-11-22T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:08:46.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life in Tekong is coming to an end for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;POP-ing on the 9th Dec..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will be doing quite abit of travelling after graduating..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First stop.. Bangkok for 5 days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then KL for 4 days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait man... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-3398604165705616445?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/3398604165705616445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=3398604165705616445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/3398604165705616445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/3398604165705616445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-tekong-is-coming-to-end-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-6684211606859949186</id><published>2009-11-08T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:24:36.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought you were who you are trying to portrait yourself as..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet.. i was wrong.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying so hard to maintain that "close to impossible" fren-ship..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying so hard t get back into your good terms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now i know.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All you cared was yourself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll fuck off from now on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rejoice all you want..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'r hopeless in everyone's eyes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-6684211606859949186?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/6684211606859949186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=6684211606859949186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6684211606859949186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6684211606859949186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-thought-you-were-who-you-are-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-5051474185370539618</id><published>2009-10-31T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:59:53.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus got back from field camp..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's tough i swear and we get fucked almost every single day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And most of the time i dun even know why we deserve it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i know eventually it is for our own good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe these 6 days out in the wild, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have bonded many of us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It also showed the true colours of many..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good or bad, we are from 1 section, the same platoon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We fight, sweat, endured hell together..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we taste joy, satisfactory and success together..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its one of the toughest experience i'v ever had..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But its also one of the best of the many i will have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm jus relieved we all pulled thru these..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now wad awaits us is jus merely SOC, IPPT and SIT Test..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe we'll get stronger physiclly, mentally and spiritually..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinda random but, combat ration taste like crap after the third day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had biscuits and water for all 3 meals for the last 3 days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND I HAVEN SHOWERED FOR 6 DAYS !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope i have lost a couple of kgs though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy halloween people !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 weeks to POP !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't imagine how fast time flies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One moment i was emo-ing over a broken heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it's already 8 weeks into BMT.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No photos to post ppl.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for the boring wordy posts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bare with it yeah? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-5051474185370539618?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/5051474185370539618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=5051474185370539618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5051474185370539618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5051474185370539618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/10/jus-got-back-from-field-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-1097572459492010401</id><published>2009-10-16T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T02:21:01.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus today, i heard it from the 13th person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That she looks like thrash now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as usual, the question is wad happened to her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dunno.. I have no ans to that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe that's who she actually is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe all that i knew before, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was jus a girl putting on a strong front..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt totally lost..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Totally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like to make myself believe that she's the one for me~&lt;/span&gt;&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/4968411335124003308-1097572459492010401?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/1097572459492010401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=1097572459492010401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1097572459492010401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1097572459492010401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/10/jus-today-i-heard-it-from-13th-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-8248723367104419720</id><published>2009-10-15T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:35:21.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Extended MC till friday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Booking in on Sat afternoon ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz there is range on Sunday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we gotta prepare for it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Body's still feeling weak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No sign of a speedy recovery..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray for me ppl.. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-8248723367104419720?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/8248723367104419720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=8248723367104419720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/8248723367104419720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/8248723367104419720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/10/extended-mc-till-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-6457530142561195161</id><published>2009-10-14T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:17:45.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still coughing very badly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can barely talk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now i know how it feels like when u'r all alone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With no one showering you with love and care..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In this plauged with lies world, nothing is what it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4968411335124003308-6457530142561195161?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/6457530142561195161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=6457530142561195161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6457530142561195161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6457530142561195161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-coughing-very-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-188038092107363260</id><published>2009-10-13T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:58:38.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so fucking sick..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm sick at the wrong time again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucked..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missed my third IPPT..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confined at home for 3 days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-188038092107363260?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/188038092107363260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=188038092107363260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/188038092107363260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/188038092107363260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-fucking-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-4812409842734465146</id><published>2009-10-11T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:09:46.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been too long..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'v totally forgotten how to love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And wad it feels like to be loved..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love lights more fire then hate extingushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-4812409842734465146?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/4812409842734465146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=4812409842734465146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4812409842734465146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4812409842734465146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-too-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-3037986666145839069</id><published>2009-10-10T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T16:32:42.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feels disconncted to the outside world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday in tekong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's a routine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its boring yet it does not turn me off a single bit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Booking out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking along the brigde to the fast-craft..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The coasta-line nva fails to make a impact in me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How nice would it be to be able to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold her hand and take a stroll as the waves crashes in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nah.. Not possible..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not in this life-time at least..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heading out now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciaos~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-3037986666145839069?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/3037986666145839069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=3037986666145839069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/3037986666145839069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/3037986666145839069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/10/feels-disconncted-to-outside-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-7653414513303454611</id><published>2009-10-04T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:32:44.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/SshdVJfN22I/AAAAAAAAAn0/7D4xDCjlIMI/s1600-h/SDC10816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388659572054285154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/SshdVJfN22I/AAAAAAAAAn0/7D4xDCjlIMI/s320/SDC10816.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/4968411335124003308-7653414513303454611?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/7653414513303454611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=7653414513303454611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7653414513303454611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7653414513303454611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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/_udhFvvWHYO0/SshdVJfN22I/AAAAAAAAAn0/7D4xDCjlIMI/s72-c/SDC10816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968411335124003308.post-2603946987203883027</id><published>2009-10-04T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:43:33.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It breaks my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Tears me apart.&lt;br /&gt;But its a painful truth.&lt;br /&gt;A truth i gotta accept.&lt;br /&gt;But I know even w/o you.&lt;br /&gt;Life will be great.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling.&lt;br /&gt;That everynight's gonna be a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-2603946987203883027?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/2603946987203883027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=2603946987203883027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/2603946987203883027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/2603946987203883027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-breaks-my-heart-tears-me-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-3878957919543308394</id><published>2009-10-03T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:35:17.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's a cycle..&lt;br /&gt;It goes round and round..&lt;br /&gt;It's a blink of an eye before you are back to where you were standing before.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-3878957919543308394?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/3878957919543308394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=3878957919543308394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/3878957919543308394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/3878957919543308394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifes-cycle.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-6557760709346087642</id><published>2009-10-02T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:42:01.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life changing experience..&lt;br /&gt;If its one place i need to escape from all my troubles..&lt;br /&gt;It's Tekong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-6557760709346087642?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/6557760709346087642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=6557760709346087642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6557760709346087642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6557760709346087642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-changing-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-566063886636469853</id><published>2009-09-25T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:27:52.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confinement week !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm out during confinement week.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But jus for a while.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus got home to put my barang barangs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Washing them now and hoepfully can get them blew dry within 1 hr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going for my medical review actually..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why i can book out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shouldn't be a problem lah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Already chionging in camp now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus finished 2 3km route marches this week..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now i know how fucked i am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only gear-ed up with SOB.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its alr fucking tiring..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagine field pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My buddies in camp are really awesome ppl now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crap alot all the fucking time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MORE PAIN AND JOY TO COME !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your left, my left, our left right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jaguar !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Platoon 2 !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Warriors !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes, i lay in my bed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brain is fucked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Physically screwed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mentally tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But still thoughts of her never fails to not haunt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The happy memories jus won't go away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Took a peek into her blog and she seems so happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm jus glad wad happened happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-566063886636469853?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/566063886636469853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=566063886636469853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/566063886636469853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/566063886636469853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/09/confinement-week.html' title='Confinement week !'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-6487922528394512978</id><published>2009-09-20T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T02:21:48.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Book Out !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First book out of my Tekong Life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had fun in camp..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm glad that everyone in my section is nice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw I'm in Jaguar Coy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plat 2 , sect 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its gonna be the best platoon and Company again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Training everyday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little tough but getting used to it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love the tan i'm getting from the sun there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh a highlight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fired live-rounds at the shooting range..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinda cool stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aiming for top marksman.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully can get into OCS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus returned from Des's chalet.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn shagged..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heading to bed now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss my bed and air-con so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-6487922528394512978?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/6487922528394512978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=6487922528394512978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6487922528394512978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6487922528394512978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-book-out.html' title='First Book Out !'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-6489061919541396751</id><published>2009-09-10T05:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:55:55.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey people who acutally still reads my blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its now open to all once again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry i had to shut it down for a period..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And during the meantime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took time off anything else that keeps me busy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And evaluated my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The purpose and goals of living in this damned world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's not always a smoothe sailing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up and downs are compulsary..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From those, i'v learn how to treasure life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learn how to love my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And most importantly lead a life.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which not only benefits myself.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But people whom cared for me or I cared for..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Letting Sand go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting her to disappear from my mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was tough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing is easy when love is involved..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still dream about her every single night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were beautiful dreams..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the truth is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are nightmares in disguise..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; So why STILL suffer when i'm single now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'v alr suffered a hell lot when i was with her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So since there's something in life which i'm not happy about..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GET RID OF IT I MUST..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hurts so much more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To remain as frens after a r/s...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deep inside your heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You still love her.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet she can't be yours..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to watch her become other's..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like stabbing your heart a million times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That pain was i guess, too much to take..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rather be un-aquinted then fren..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why do i wan her back as a fren now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Contradicting ain't I..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe it's because i may have stopped loving her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The same thing with norine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this time it was, jus I thought..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She used a fake bf to screw me over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now if I see that fuck face out there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dun think i'll ever forgets how he looks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna end his career..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm fucking gonna do him in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Humiliating me on msn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who the fuck does he think he is to actually lecture me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opps..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OLD me coming back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NAhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dun deal with childish people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People who have nothing better to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other then FUCK ard with other ppl's r/s..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's no such thing as "if only" after a break up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz normally couples would be like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "If only u had been this, or that.. Things won't be like this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its totally nonsense..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only can stretch back a long way to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before we even knew each other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or even to before we are born..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So if your ex tells you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If only you are..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cut her or him short and say fuck off..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is the most appropriate thing to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well.. Enough said..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish her the best for everything she does now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The show is over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I no longer need to act anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting her to hate me for life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to pull the plug and cut off all ties..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all achieved..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew i won't be able to do it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing myself.. my capabilities..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's NO WAY i can forget her on my own..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So resorting to hatred..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its the only way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still glad things turned out this way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She no longer needs to cry to sleep every night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which i dun even know how much truth there is in that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus got home from Zouk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many bros ps-ed me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But me, i'm never short of brothers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of cuz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I had fun with the remaining ppl who came..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks all for giving me this fantastic farewell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Endding it with a loud bang !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sure u guys did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tmr is my last day in singapore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will be moving to tekong for 13 weeks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because i cbf to take NAFA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to serve extra 4 weeks... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. Jus some requests i have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice bunkies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And commanding officers pls..&lt;/div&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shi min&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope by the time i get out of tekong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll be a happy girl again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the best.. &lt;/div&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my frens and relatives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll take care of my wound..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dun worry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll chiong all the way as promised..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Dun worry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO Detention Barracks FOR ME AS WELL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-6489061919541396751?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/6489061919541396751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=6489061919541396751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6489061919541396751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6489061919541396751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/09/letting-go.html' title='Letting go..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-631989531742107201</id><published>2009-09-06T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:14:11.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When guys are unhappy with their dating situation, it’s always because they’re letting women bring them down.Women can bring you down in a million ways if you let them, and when they bring you down, it feels like the whole world is crashing down on you. It’s the worst feeling in the world, and it’s one that you don’t need to experience. A woman can only bring you down if you let her! There is no one or anything in the world that can ruin your happiness if you don't let it. Choose to be happy on your own and live your own life. Women aren’t the purpose of life, the purpose of life is enjoying every moment you have in this world. If something’s in your life that doesn’t make you happy, you need to get rid of it! If girls are causing you stress and you’re miserable when you’re single, you need to figure out why you’re doing this.If you’re not having fun with gaming girls then you’re never going to reach your potential.When you wake up and dread having to talk to girls, take a step back and re-evaluate your reason for doing it. If you’re not having fun being single, you won’t be able to keep a girl once you get one. When you make getting girls the point of your life and stress about it all the time, you’ll scare off every woman with your desperation. Girls want a guy that’s fun and lives an entertaining life, if you need her more than she needs you; she’ll walk all over you and make you miserable. The only thing you can do is put yourself in position to meet women and put forth effort. You can’t control what any woman thinks about you, all you can control is yourself. Don’t let circumstances out of control make your life hell, take control of what you can and the rest will always work out! Be free from all the stress and hassle that guys put on themselves when it comes to dating and meeting women. Make the choice right now to enjoy yourself while you’re single and have a blast when you go out and game. If you don’t have a girl, so what?! You are still you and you still have your life.Don’t let any girl or the lack of one make you miserable, because wasted time of happiness is much worse than being single! Become free from the chains that you let women bound you in; when you lead your own life as a real man, quality women will follow.You should never try and keep a woman that doesn’t want to keep you. Don’t waste your time beating a dead horse, have enough respect for yourself that you are willing to walk away at any time and not lose a wink of sleep. If every guy followed this rule, they would all be a million times happier! Keeping women who have low interest in you is telling yourself that you don’t deserve better. Value yourself highly! You are the best, so you will not waste your time on someone who refuses to recognize your greatness. Cut her loose and find someone that appreciates you.This all stems from trying to make women fill a vacancy or hole in your life.You can’t forget about this girl or get rid of her, because even though she is putting you through hell, you will feel lost without a woman. Women are meant to add to your life, like salt to a dish of your favorite food. You can still enjoy your baked potato without salt, but if you try to eat a plate full of only salt, you’ll get sick! Women aren’t your life; they should just be another way in which you find pleasure and entertainment. Stop trying to find your sense of purpose from women, because it will never make you happy.If you are basing your identity as a man on the acceptance and approval of girls, then you have much bigger issues than picking-up chicks. Your validation as a person should come from inside. This is the biggerst cause of approach anxiety and nerves before a date. When you make the date so big in your mind and so important to you, you will never be able to relax and have a good time. As a result, your date won't be able to have a good time either. When you care so much about what girls think of you and how they view you, you’re building your happiness on a foundation of sand.When you find your happiness from who you are as a man, you build your happiness on a foundation that is absolutely unshakable. The harder you push for girls to approve of you and give you the feeling of being worthy, the more you chase them away. This only makes you seem needy, insecure, and weak. This is not a man.Be a true man and live your life on your own terms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-631989531742107201?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/631989531742107201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=631989531742107201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/631989531742107201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/631989531742107201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-guys-are-unhappy-with-their-dating.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-1181726516191948945</id><published>2009-09-05T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:02:25.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben said i'm more or less getting intn his coy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.. dunno how thing's gonna turn out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But hopefully well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 more days.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night went out with seany boy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to cine to catch Final Destination 4...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was gross..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was munching on my hot dog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when that lady's head turned into Minced meat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3-D wasn't really a great experience after all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The back of my ears hurt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eye's like gonna tear any moment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after the movie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out for a spin in his ride..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went ard changi's famous OCH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was only the 2 of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we didn't want o go in explour on our own..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The feeling when passing by it was alr erie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when he shot up his high beam..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could see the building's exterior and stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still horrible feeling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then drove back to his place and crash over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up the next morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed to town for a walk and little shopping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to ION.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not that complicated a building though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its huge but could regconise the way everyone after walking 2 rounds..&lt;/div&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;Off the record..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went we drove to the east from town..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw the signboard read "Bedok"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This word has been haunting me alot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It reminds me of painful memories..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very sweet but painful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way things ended and then got from bad to worst..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so bad to be reminded of..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now someone whom i rmb once told me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that staying low-profile is the thing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zooomm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everywhere's pictures of her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I MISS YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is so embarressing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holy Shitt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend outside..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clubbing at Powerhouse tonight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-1181726516191948945?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/1181726516191948945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=1181726516191948945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1181726516191948945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1181726516191948945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/09/ben-said-im-more-or-less-getting-intn.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-5789565572463058420</id><published>2009-09-04T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:03:50.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/SqDlThdpXJI/AAAAAAAAAnU/v7O8cacVPfo/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377550078643362962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/SqDlThdpXJI/AAAAAAAAAnU/v7O8cacVPfo/s320/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sticking up the prawns.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went prawning with conray..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caught a total of 22 prawns each..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was worth the money.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean the fun..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And BBQing was great.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The prawns tasted good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But jus a little worried..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was unsure if it maybe leave a scar permanently on my surgery wound..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 Days to tekong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm excited Baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so gonna miss youu when i enlist..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-5789565572463058420?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/5789565572463058420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=5789565572463058420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5789565572463058420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5789565572463058420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/09/sticking-up-prawns.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/SqDlThdpXJI/AAAAAAAAAnU/v7O8cacVPfo/s72-c/DSC00910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968411335124003308.post-6727970016888873030</id><published>2009-09-03T04:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T04:17:11.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'v decided wad's best for the both of us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had enough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm done hurting her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is where it ends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm closing down this blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The link of my previous blog is linked..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those curious can go take a look..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not a beautiful a blog as it used to be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the memories are all there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every single one of them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good-bye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376966402880762258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/Sp7SdHzq8ZI/AAAAAAAAAnM/PhvfOhxRGPc/s320/09102008017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-6727970016888873030?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/6727970016888873030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=6727970016888873030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6727970016888873030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6727970016888873030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/09/iv-decided-wads-best-for-both-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/Sp7SdHzq8ZI/AAAAAAAAAnM/PhvfOhxRGPc/s72-c/09102008017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968411335124003308.post-2171168532415731609</id><published>2009-09-03T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T03:37:52.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All she did was whine at me on the phone for less then 5mins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i gave in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Totally..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAD A PUSSY I AM !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't I get anything done right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying the truth about everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying them out loud and public..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enables me to calm down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he hatred disappeared for a second when she called..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they evaporated totally when she spoke to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I melt at every single bit of non-hostile act she shows..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But hatred grows when that xl-ness of her's came back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i chose this path..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew exactly how things would turn out and I was right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I regretted doing so many things but so wad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So wad IF i regretted..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its not gonna change anything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If its not for the nights i spend time talking to a someone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't have thought about her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And maybe things wouldn't get out of hand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now she's whrecked..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am i happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz i still fucking love her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now i'm hating myself for doing all those shit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.. all i can say is sorry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know sorry won't help,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or do any good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still sorry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-2171168532415731609?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/2171168532415731609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=2171168532415731609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/2171168532415731609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/2171168532415731609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/09/great.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-3186672334747952675</id><published>2009-09-02T05:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:53:33.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/Sp2PYsWKd4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/cyTZ16xlNeU/s1600-h/5295_149887040711_724100711_3375920_7193182_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376611184533993346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/Sp2PYsWKd4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/cyTZ16xlNeU/s320/5295_149887040711_724100711_3375920_7193182_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/Sp2PYB5KDyI/AAAAAAAAAm8/th8sJP9Lgyg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376611173138042658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/Sp2PYB5KDyI/AAAAAAAAAm8/th8sJP9Lgyg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i still love her?&lt;br /&gt;Why do i still care wad she thinks?&lt;br /&gt;Why??&lt;br /&gt;If she can move on so easily..&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I??&lt;br /&gt;She's prolly alr gotten into another r/s..&lt;br /&gt;And maybe she's out of it now..&lt;br /&gt;I certainly hope my assumption is wrong..&lt;br /&gt;But that's life..&lt;br /&gt;People like that exist...&lt;br /&gt;I'm really gonna say no to any r/s now..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a slight chance after NS...&lt;br /&gt;I jus needa control myself...&lt;br /&gt;Prevent myself from fallin for any girls now..&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know right now..&lt;br /&gt;It's not love..&lt;br /&gt;It was so boring..&lt;br /&gt;I hated doing things like going to her place..&lt;br /&gt;Waste time in some pet shop..&lt;br /&gt;I was so blinded...&lt;br /&gt;All i hope for is jus pure innocent love..&lt;br /&gt;Like when i was with Norine..&lt;br /&gt;Oohh... days like those were hard to find anymore..&lt;br /&gt;9 days of freedom !!!&lt;br /&gt;Then it'll be hell..&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally recovered from my surgery now..&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna ignore the light duties MC and go all out...&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Shi Min !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Self-control !!&lt;br /&gt;You can do it..&lt;br /&gt;I hope wad i told ya over the last 2 weeks help..&lt;br /&gt;If ya need any shoulder..&lt;br /&gt;Let me know..&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there..&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/4968411335124003308-3186672334747952675?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/3186672334747952675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=3186672334747952675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/3186672334747952675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/3186672334747952675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-do-i-still-love-her-why-do-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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/_udhFvvWHYO0/Sp2PYsWKd4I/AAAAAAAAAnE/cyTZ16xlNeU/s72-c/5295_149887040711_724100711_3375920_7193182_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968411335124003308.post-5759565145313608562</id><published>2009-08-31T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:05:51.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me wonder..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For whom ur post on the 26th Aug is for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It did sounds like for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It sounds too polite to be for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-5759565145313608562?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/5759565145313608562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=5759565145313608562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5759565145313608562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5759565145313608562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-make-me-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-4278782351481891876</id><published>2009-08-28T06:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:01:54.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You made it too easy for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please get smarter and cover up your tracks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I needa forget about you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rested at home till evening..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up with Harris and had dinner at Botak Jone's..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to the tpy oulet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That place reminded me of my ex..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgot which one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Either Jy or Norine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But fuck it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The queue was so damn freaking long..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So harris and I had a bet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the last customer cleared the second table from the counter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of BJ of cuz, before anyone joins the queue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I win and i get a treat from him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Likewise if someone joined before the last customers gets pass the table,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'll get a treat from me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of cuz I won..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a huge risk but the stakes were high..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i took it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And won..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahas.. Thnx for dinner buddy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that went to Sky gardens at one of the blks to slack..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guan Kai came not long later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chatted for awhile..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mainly Harris boasting bout his clubbing night ytd which i didn't went..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since i am in the area,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Called Yiying to come slack with us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She cabbed there from Muay thai training..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fierce sia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went down to pay for her trip..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lovely gal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven seen her for a long time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tk came , then guan yu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were talking about some fight club stories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which got me really excited..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it started to rain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sua tiu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cabbed home with Harris..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The others either walked or had rides..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I so wanna get my license..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wonder which lucky girl will be the first i ever chauffer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLS...&lt;/div&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;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You'll fail your exams if you carry on playing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Treating everything so lightly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You definitely will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I know you too well gal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But up to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You wanna be a porn star in the future..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Go ahead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It only shames your family name&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Not mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-4278782351481891876?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/4278782351481891876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=4278782351481891876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4278782351481891876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4278782351481891876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-made-it-too-easy-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-1438705449621814386</id><published>2009-08-27T05:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:34:43.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's the one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday didn't turn out as planned..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was supposed to meet 3 girls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but up end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only met Gina..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And coincidentally, Amelia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gina accompanied me for lunch after her paper..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate at sumo's..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then decided to catch a movie at hub..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Treated her to the movie as a birthday gift..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But of cuz i'm saving the best gift till your party..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is me attending it !!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after movie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up with Wh and ate dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then slacked awhile..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wk jio-ed me for clubbing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'm alr out of the clubbing phase..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then much later Harris jio-ed too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which i gladly turned down as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wad's the point of drowning yourself in music and a sea of girls..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as i'm in the sad zone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never get well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things will never go smoothly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i jus can't forget about her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to admit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm missing her so bad everyday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when i act normal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think about her all the time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even dreamt about her all the time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i understood that she hates me for life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz the things i did were beyond hurtful for a girl to take..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kept finding excuses..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Denying, Lying, Self-Defending...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the real reason behind all is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dun wanna lose her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know wad??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; The worst thing about loving you, Sandrina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is watching you love someone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the moment you said you had a boyfriend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Insanity took over me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't control the hatred..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arg !!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT'S FUCKING KILLING ME !!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-1438705449621814386?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/1438705449621814386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=1438705449621814386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1438705449621814386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1438705449621814386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/shes-one.html' title='She&apos;s the one'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-6941645528969069785</id><published>2009-08-26T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:17:06.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was jus so beautiful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so perfect..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out-going and the cheerful type..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exactly jus the piece of meat for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lols..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright.. anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heading out for lunch with G..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then accompanying S to get smth at serangoon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably might get to meet "Lolz girl" later tonight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Sam's coming back to Sg..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its good to have a little bit of fun before NS starts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-6941645528969069785?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/6941645528969069785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=6941645528969069785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6941645528969069785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6941645528969069785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-was-jus-so-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-726638628663044306</id><published>2009-08-25T06:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:26:13.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out of random-ness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was brought back to the 10th of Jan '09..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bus i was in jus pulled up at the bus stop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; in front of far east plaza..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There she stood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smiling like an angel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As i got off the bus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My gaze fell on her instantenously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was the prettiest thing i'v seen for a long time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those precious moment in scotts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When she held my hand and signal me to follow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the train heading down to Novena to meet Johnathon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We looked each other in the eyes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those were moments to treasure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those were memories to savour..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a past..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least I tried..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We both tried..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things jus couldn't go our way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were jus not meant for each other..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were jus not meant to be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its funny how fate made a fool out of us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On second thoughts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its funny how fate brought us together..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 people who have no way of knowing each other at all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met each other..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is FATE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its wad you do today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that makes tmr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been maybe 2 months plus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still can't let go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the count is still on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-726638628663044306?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/726638628663044306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=726638628663044306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/726638628663044306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/726638628663044306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/out-of-random-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-7985981755503353746</id><published>2009-08-24T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:20:09.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So last night was slacking under blk with ken and 2 girls..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it rain-ed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So decided to take shelter at the stairs as the rain was quite heavy and its slashing in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then somehow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to my place to watch movies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ken slept on my couch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest of us watched some horror shows..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then they all fell asleep on the couch after chatting a little..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next morning.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up late..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had lunch with Wh downstairs.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He came up to get some songs.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played heads up poker..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which was so lame..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he helped me count out my piggy bank..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's even lamer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a lame sunday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lost bettings on soccer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LMao..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That pretty much sums up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;come on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;You said u moved on???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;How is it possible if u'r still clinging onto the hatred..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&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/4968411335124003308-7985981755503353746?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/7985981755503353746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=7985981755503353746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7985981755503353746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7985981755503353746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-last-night-was-slacking-under-blk.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-947714218309323949</id><published>2009-08-23T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:11:36.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another day spent at home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doctor's, parent's, relative's, brother's, friend's advice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one wants to come out and slack with me now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All wants me to rest at home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know u guys care..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'm stronger then this yo'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One, 21 guns !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ain't this song rock !!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the morning, Aunt came..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought me essience to help me recover faster..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then afternoon Sheng called..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Said tonight brothers all gathering..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going pub drink..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted to go if not for my wound..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So didn't go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stayed at home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ken jus called..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going down to slack with him for abit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven smoked for like 5 days???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG !! 5 !!!!???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still alive !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAS !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-947714218309323949?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/947714218309323949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=947714218309323949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/947714218309323949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/947714218309323949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-day-spent-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-6503052317435906880</id><published>2009-08-21T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:41:51.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss her.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That sucks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'v sworn that no matter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in wad circumstances,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not ever msg her or call her again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its not easy but i'm done playing her game..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So wad if i still love her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She made me make her hate me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it'll definitely be someone else satisfying her needs from now on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should go look somewhere else too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Staring too long at the closed door,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only make me not realise the number of open-ed doors there are around me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-6503052317435906880?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/6503052317435906880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=6503052317435906880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6503052317435906880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6503052317435906880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-6190364816827655382</id><published>2009-08-20T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:09:56.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey ppl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus came back from the hospital..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was admitted o Tan Tock Seng Emergency ward on Tuesday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i woke up in the morning, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought nothing about the pain i alr had while still slping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it got worst as the hour goes by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i decided to tell my mum about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She then cabbed me to the 24hours clinic in bishan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The doctor there gave me 2 injections and spoonful of syrup to drink..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still the pain had not subside after 1 hour..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The doctor decided to send me to the hospital..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cabbed down to the A&amp;amp;E...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was wheel-ed into the waiting room while mum when to register..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile some nurses asked me about the situation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which i repeated myself more then 20 times that day IN PAIN..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. wad to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after that several doctors came to check on me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and at the end of the day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The diagnosis is i'v gotten appendicitises..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is inflammation of the vermiform appendix..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i asked the doctors wad are the possibilities i could have gotten it from,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the reply i got was so lame..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't at all scientific..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She merely jus said it depends on how heng or suay you are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 2 days stay in the hospital was quite pleasant..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although there was one person who really played me like a fool..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rest of the ppl i informed were most caring and concern..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And from this incident..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know who truely cares..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before i checked out from the hospital today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly rmb norine saying Cheryl Pan works in TTS.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So decided to give her a call.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And coincidentally..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She jus ended work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So she came up to visit me with a drink..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How sweet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was glad she and leoga are still going strong !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck to you 2..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for the wedding invitations..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAS.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she talked some senses into me as well.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To her, It seems like i didn't change at all after norine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah.. you were right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was still the same guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still haven matured one bit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, told her my problems,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Catched up abit and she had to go alr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bid farewell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the past 2 days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i did was lie in bed all the time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mum brought me the book i was reading halfway and now i'm close to finishing it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also talked to ppl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esp Shi min..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We talked and joked about things even i was in such a weak condition..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, when i lie there alone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would think about the happy memories i had with my ex..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would normally get emotionall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then, after the way she treated me even i was ill and unwell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I deemed her as heartless and a bitch i regretted even knowing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I deeply regretted even fucking her at all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus the thought of her name totally destroyed my mood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Do too much evil things that why i ended up here right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least not as bad as the things u did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look where are you now??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least i have a ****** who loves me and still supports me in wadever i do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What about you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where's yours??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i really hate someone.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can say the worst things about them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may not be true.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they will always be the worst of the worst..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going out to meet Jon and sarah now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was supposed to rest at home but so sick of lying in bed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here a photo of my surgery wound..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372016868401880146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/So084TCAHFI/AAAAAAAAAlg/teqfSli0MI4/s320/DSC00886.JPG" border="0" /&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/4968411335124003308-6190364816827655382?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/6190364816827655382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=6190364816827655382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6190364816827655382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6190364816827655382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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/_udhFvvWHYO0/So084TCAHFI/AAAAAAAAAlg/teqfSli0MI4/s72-c/DSC00886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968411335124003308.post-4253509060837621033</id><published>2009-08-17T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:17:13.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm missing her like mad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's probably trying very hard to hide that evil laughter seeing me in this state..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But oh well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever i felt emo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll call ppl and talk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they always never fail to remind me of the reasons why i should jus walk away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With so many better girls out there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls that have a future..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I jus wad i'm feeling now is tempo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It'll go away someday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just hope every tmr will be that day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright forget it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whole morning dota with Ah Sheng..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long time nvr see him le.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last time i saw him was at Ah seng's wedding..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where i saw my ex as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she was fucking dao..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think pondering if i should go meet them later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to pub.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like abit waste of money leh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i can get over norine.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How difficult would it be trying to forget girls that doesn't match up to her standards..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-4253509060837621033?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/4253509060837621033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=4253509060837621033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4253509060837621033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4253509060837621033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-missing-her-like-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-1061952048215798102</id><published>2009-08-16T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:11:05.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was a edited post..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt that my first draft was too much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too childish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too nonsencial..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And too insulting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I jus wanna love her in silence now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll end here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nights..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-1061952048215798102?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/1061952048215798102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=1061952048215798102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1061952048215798102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1061952048215798102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-was-edited-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-7398847733314485859</id><published>2009-08-16T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:10:56.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up this morning first thing thought of Shi min..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night we chatted for bout 4 hours..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking about almost everything about ourselves..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She asked alot regarding Jiayi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; my ex whom was her ex classmate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole night was liven up by her and mine laughter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was great..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then called Wh and ask if he wanted to have lunch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took a shower after that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first thoughts that came to my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the run shot out from the shower hose was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'll rather give you up then give up my rabbit !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was thinking to myself, yeah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She didn't even gave a shit about me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why still care so much about her??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why waste my time on someone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is willing to give me up for a rabbit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got all my pay today, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The flyers, Ytd's job..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And an extra allowance from mum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-7398847733314485859?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/7398847733314485859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=7398847733314485859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7398847733314485859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7398847733314485859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/woke-up-this-morning-first-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-6758719273068109717</id><published>2009-08-16T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:55:12.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was working this whole day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yong seng's job intro..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jio-ed Wh along..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was at the padang the whole day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw Conray..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now i'm tanned..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But only my arms and face..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wore jeans and it was bloody hot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. Started at 8am.. Ended ard 6pm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cabbed home with Wh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had dinner and then went up to his place for EPL 09/10's first game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which hull should have drawn with chelsea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But wadever.. Heck it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Betted heavily on one of the matches tonight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck to me.. Hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But so wad? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So fucking wad??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really a joke man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of you might wanna take joke as a jerk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm fine with it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I so wanna call her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so wanna hear her voice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But time over and over again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm reminded by the things she did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And said..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was good enough to stop me from carrying on that mistake..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now hoepfully..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can get to meet some gal who respects her own body.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And most importantly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Respect me as a bf.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not as a standby only needed to dry those tears..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or warm those cold legs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who says a better girl won't come along? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who says??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-6758719273068109717?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/6758719273068109717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=6758719273068109717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6758719273068109717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6758719273068109717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/was-working-this-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-7833839286283619905</id><published>2009-08-14T22:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:07:20.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart loves her, but the mind hates her..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent 20hrs a day battling the devil of temptations..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only time i'm not doing something stupid or silly is when i'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sleeping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't expect this to bug me so much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all those previous r/s.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's suppose to be so much easier..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But thoughts of those things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't say wad.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If not sure receive msgs from that cb..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But those whom knew the whole picture..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U should know wad i'm refering to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So wad if i haven seen it with my own eyes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It doesn't mean it will not happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or will happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'm quite sure it will..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when u see 'em outside..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know wad you are looking at..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's more or less that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait for NS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Training every now and other day to get in shape..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's lonely though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday doing the same things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i mean in the past..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every friday and sat, I do lots of pumping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So kinda used to doing them alr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its the same for the past 6mths..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like a MUST-DO service..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standard one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAS !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fcuk , that sounds so mean..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But well.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least that's wad i think now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There ain't a girl i hated this much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's really something to make me hate and dis-respect a girl so much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHY AM I STILL SAYING ALL THESE ALL THE TIME,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHEN I STILL LOVE HER??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DUN FEEL GOOD.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT YET AGAIN ON SECOND THOUGHTS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I FEEL GOOD..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arg !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wadever lah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I'm told to censored this line)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's so random !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My goodness !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fcuk it man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i did everyday is think.. think.. think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cb.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday i'm gonna need specs for my brain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think too much alr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway..&lt;/div&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;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo.. u not happy your problem lah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leave me alone !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knn.. wad disturb you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the one calling me every fucking day..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slut !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jus like her.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You all are jus sluts !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4968411335124003308-7833839286283619905?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/7833839286283619905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=7833839286283619905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7833839286283619905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7833839286283619905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-spent-20hrs-day-battle-devil-of.html' title='The heart loves her, but the mind hates her..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-384795350747117596</id><published>2009-08-14T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:33:37.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowng that she is leading her life happily..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dun feel abit happy at all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not at all like wad i said before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If she is happy, i'll be happy.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realise i have been jealous, angry, envy of her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is it that she is enjoying her life after the break up yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it becuz she commited lesser?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or i over commited?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But no.. I THINK its becuz i made her hate me so much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That it overcomes every single emotional feeling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tend to forget to love her infact..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So right now as i still remember her as the girl in my dreams..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll jus let her be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wan her to be happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really do.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm sure that we'll never get to talk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or see each other again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why would she wanna see me anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the biggest jerk in this world !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hitting the gym now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm meeting [ ]...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like finally !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-384795350747117596?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/384795350747117596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=384795350747117596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/384795350747117596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/384795350747117596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/knowng-that-she-is-leading-her-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-7040112292049455754</id><published>2009-08-13T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:37:50.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm lost for words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After 6mths..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like wtf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'v been thru so much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is how we end up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You running and hiding behind the screen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to convince me that its all my fault..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you did nth wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the last thing i needed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be wronged..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did not spread things about u online..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a conversation between me and my frens..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Others overheard..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its different from delibrately spreading rumours..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its different..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was pissed off to the max.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i didn't take it out on you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to lose my cool behind your back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't wanna look like a pitiful idoit in front of you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hated you back then for being such  a unloyal bitch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now.. today.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate you for fucking lying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You think its fun??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried my best to come back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And u got to destroy all the faith..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck you !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before u told me u had a bf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were still on talking terms..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were still okay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You still calls me on the phone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There wasn't any hatred..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But u chose that path..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U created all the hatred between us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U made me hate the girl i loved the most..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one girl i thought of spending my life with..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You destroyed it all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every single one bit of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'm glad.. You taught me values..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morals..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You taught me how impt my family is to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You brought me back to reality..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You taught me how not to hurt my parents again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How not to defy them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you yourself??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can picture that priceless look on ur mum's face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when she sees wad her precious has been doing out there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dun regret all these doings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hated you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it will go on.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if i see you on the streets..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You ain't worthy for my eyes for i never lay my eyes on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-7040112292049455754?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/7040112292049455754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=7040112292049455754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7040112292049455754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7040112292049455754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-lost-for-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-4307899777272879182</id><published>2009-08-13T04:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T05:12:43.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than me you deserve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think you could do better than me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all the lies i made you believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And guilt kicks in and i start to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The edge of the bed where your nightgrown used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told myself i won't miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i remembered what it feels like beside you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really miss you hair in my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i think you should know this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While looking through your box of notes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found pictures I took that you were looking for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's one memory i dun wanna lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That time in the mall, you and me in the dressing room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told myself i won't miss you&lt;br /&gt;But i remembered what it feels like beside you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really miss you hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;br /&gt;And i think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bed i'm lying in is getting colder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish i never would said it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i can't pretend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't think about you when i'm older&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Caue we never really had out closure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This can't be the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really miss you hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;br /&gt;And i think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really miss you hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;br /&gt;And i think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i think you should know this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;&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/4968411335124003308-4307899777272879182?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/4307899777272879182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=4307899777272879182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4307899777272879182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4307899777272879182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-than-me-you-deserve.html' title='Better than me you deserve'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-6813218563786090286</id><published>2009-08-11T03:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:43:48.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11th Aug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is supposely the 7mths we knew each other..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today marks the start of the 1 mth countdown to my enlistment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It also marks the start of my new life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out to meet Jon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acc-ed him to study at Macs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A routine for us in the past when i was still in poly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I brought a book along.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fiction book written by Low Kay Hwa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A true life story of a NYJC girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was touching..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had tears in my eyes as i was reading into the final chapter of the book..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. I jus wanted to start over again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew my mistakes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew my short-comings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew i had to change..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew it all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i jus could not execute it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took out all the things and gifts she bought for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The everlast top and the shirt she got me from taiwan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lollipops which i haven eaten..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 2 bottles of perfume, Ferrari and BurBerry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took them out of my house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And place them into the small thingy my grandma uses to burn stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i lit them on fire... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Purfume contains alcohol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it was not hard to get the fire started &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in matter of mins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were all gone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burnt and destroyed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of cuz i had to throw the bottles away.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was sad.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i had to move on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jon was with me when i wished her as the clock struck 12.10am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the next advise he gave me was to delete every possible way of contacts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't do it back then when we jus broke up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i figured i can't back out now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So her numbers were erased, Msn deleted..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deleted the short-cut link in my favourites to her blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The photos and stuff were all gone by now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's gym tmr at Warrens..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jon claimed i slimmed down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went from 83kg to 76kg... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not much.. But a good start at least..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without any exercise..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Its not how the world looks at you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its how you look at the world.."&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/4968411335124003308-6813218563786090286?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/6813218563786090286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=6813218563786090286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6813218563786090286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6813218563786090286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/11th-aug.html' title='11th Aug'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-5868988807464215442</id><published>2009-08-10T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:30:40.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, i had the courage to take off my mask..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And be who i am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All these while... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'v been hiding the fact that i wan her back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead, wad i have been doing is the opposite..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so sure back then we didn't hve any chances at all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was a fool.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I screwed things up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had i been a little patience..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus even a lil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart hurts so bad even as i'm typing this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm telling everyone i dun wan you back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet.. i'm far from it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'v been doing things out of rage..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't thought of the consequences..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a fickle-minded bastard..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheryl, you were right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i can understand why u left.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's okay.. i dun hate you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm glad we are still frens..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Infact we are like better frens.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus a lil below best frens.. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are the only ex whom i still keep contact with..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honoured?? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, i miss those times we went &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;swimming, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mahjong (rmb at dason's house), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k-box,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;movies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pooling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and dota !!! (Yes we had alot of fun dota-ing tgt didn't we??) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argg.. good old days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was after you that i met Sand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really wish i have someone here to jus dry my tears for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past month has been the hardest period i'v ever been thru..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"This could be the end of everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish we could jus go to somewhere only we know.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry.. got distracted by the song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arg !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-5868988807464215442?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/5868988807464215442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=5868988807464215442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5868988807464215442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5868988807464215442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-i-had-courage-to-take-off-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-5652576286083389484</id><published>2009-08-09T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:21:25.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wad  a BORING saturday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had lunch with Wh at the prata store near home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then slacked for abit b4 going home.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dota-ed the whole day practically..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took a nap ard evening.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up and mum was back with dinner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate and dota-ed more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then talked to Shi Min abit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm starting to like this gal more and more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAhas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OKay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dun so hong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not like somebody..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;K lah.. going to bed now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday.. Wad am i gonna do?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Oh !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so into Iron maiden..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Rush...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their songs are damn nice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe heading out to HMV to get their posters and album..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-5652576286083389484?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/5652576286083389484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=5652576286083389484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5652576286083389484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5652576286083389484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/wad-boring-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-3437625530333300794</id><published>2009-08-08T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:41:44.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can i not care anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am jus hurting myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She dun won't even appreciate it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its the thoughts that counts bros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But so wad? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She hates me to the core and its pretty much a dead end trail i'm walking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I jus hope my exercise routine for aug can kill me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exhaust me so badly that all i wanna do is rest at home and do nth everyday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will be heading to the gyms and pool and parks starting from monday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Under supervision from a personal coach..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully can get over PTP and go to BMT..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My pay from that company is still not in yet !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still got S$750 !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God damn it !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-3437625530333300794?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/3437625530333300794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=3437625530333300794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/3437625530333300794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/3437625530333300794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/haix.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-5518243825263932515</id><published>2009-08-07T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:20:19.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you were my everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post is for that very special someone..&lt;br /&gt;I think u know who u are..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i blamed everything on u..&lt;br /&gt;As if it was your fault that things turned out this way..&lt;br /&gt;As i was back tracking my steps..&lt;br /&gt;I realised..&lt;br /&gt;I was the cause of all trouble..&lt;br /&gt;Firstly.. I did not trust u..&lt;br /&gt;I tried and did invaded into your privacy..&lt;br /&gt;I gave you no space to breathe..&lt;br /&gt;Took away your freedom to do things u enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;You knew that i didn't like certain things and you stayed away from doing them..&lt;br /&gt;You were the most understanding gf i ever had..&lt;br /&gt;But abit materialistic of cuz..&lt;br /&gt;But those are dreams of yours and its nothing wrong to have dreams..&lt;br /&gt;But dun ask for things cuz they will come to you in forms of surprise..&lt;br /&gt;I regretted letting you go..&lt;br /&gt;When u told me u wanted to break up with me..&lt;br /&gt;I was playing poker..&lt;br /&gt;And i had a potential winning hand..&lt;br /&gt;therefore i chased you away by agreeing..&lt;br /&gt;It was a bloody big mistake..&lt;br /&gt;For jus a couple of dollars and entertainment..&lt;br /&gt;I paid a great price..&lt;br /&gt;Losing you..&lt;br /&gt;I finally understood everything..&lt;br /&gt;Its not where i pick up girls..&lt;br /&gt;Its not how i manage to date them..&lt;br /&gt;Its not their background..&lt;br /&gt;The problem lies with me..&lt;br /&gt;I dun trust any of them at all..&lt;br /&gt;And therefore i dun deserve to be in anymore r/s..&lt;br /&gt;Cuz all i'll do is cause more pain..&lt;br /&gt;I jus want to say ...&lt;br /&gt;It's all my fault baby..&lt;br /&gt;It's all mine...&lt;br /&gt;you are close to perfect as a gf..&lt;br /&gt;Wadever u said and did after the break up..&lt;br /&gt;It's logical cuz i was still being persistant..&lt;br /&gt;Bugging you daily..&lt;br /&gt;But when u were my gf..&lt;br /&gt;U did a damn good job..&lt;br /&gt;I love you and i thank you for loving me once..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367118125362364242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/SnvVf7HIv1I/AAAAAAAAAks/HBLMrDtUgF0/s320/DSC00371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~Our very first photo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-5518243825263932515?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/5518243825263932515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=5518243825263932515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5518243825263932515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5518243825263932515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-were-my-everything.html' title='you were my everything'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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/_udhFvvWHYO0/SnvVf7HIv1I/AAAAAAAAAks/HBLMrDtUgF0/s72-c/DSC00371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968411335124003308.post-10708056120218462</id><published>2009-08-07T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:16:55.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's post is a lil much earlier then the rest cuz i'm heading to bed soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, the feeling of not sleeping for more then 24hours really sux..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus got off the phone with Mei at 10pm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept till now which is 1am.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3hours ONLY !!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wtf !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i feel fresh alr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But of cuz still need more rest cuz i'm starting work early tmr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus giving out flyers and stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole day's mood was spoilt by that bitch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went dinner with Alan , jac and their frens..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alan and Jac were so pissed off that they jus told me to stay in hub and find another gal and start anew..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No point thinking about that kind of girl who doesn't even have a heart at all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everyone kept telling me i should have known that this was gonna happen since day 1 when i met her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Becuz we dated on the first day of meeting !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How fucking retarded !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So alan was replying my msgs for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least a few..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And ard 9 plus i went home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was supposed to acc mei home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then i rmbed i had work the next day and needed the rest super badly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then that bitch kept all those threats and bullshit nonsense coming..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wadever lah fuck..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus go and last long with your baby lah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lan jiao.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My problem wan care so much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah.. the only thing i rmb b4 falling asleep was mei yelling at me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She desperately wans me to wake up and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop missing her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking bout her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And talking to her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which i pretty much will...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she claims i always "kou shi xin fei"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really wanna do it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That bitch is driving me nuts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARRRGGGGG !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway... Fuck it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her life is hers to lead.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And be it pathetic or exciting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its all her fucking problem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing to do will me anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now thinking back at those memories..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It makes me sick to the gut..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy memories kept coming back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But jus picturing her true colours when she was back then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can really start puking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How naive was I to actually have loved her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOW NAIVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-10708056120218462?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/10708056120218462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=10708056120218462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/10708056120218462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/10708056120218462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/work.html' title='Work !!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-1650108603453592798</id><published>2009-08-06T06:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:48:14.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; life's jus so boring...&lt;br /&gt;I miss her all the time.. sad to say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean how could u jus forget someone u loved so easily..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But obvious gals can..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they dun lack suitors..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And any guys with a sweet tongue can jus hook them up easily..&lt;br /&gt;Even better if the girl jus broke up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz she needs someone there for her..&lt;br /&gt;to comfort her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to lend a shoulder..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the guy will be more then happy to if his after her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wad's with the MJ music.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking irritating..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hear them on the radio everyday this time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. fuck it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dun even know why i brought this up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's jus hard i guess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't as simple as it seems..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. 3 more years and i'll be out of the country..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a picture of the sunrise i get to see every morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't it the prettiest thing u ever seen from nature?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1650108603453592798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-jus-so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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/_udhFvvWHYO0/SnoL9Ag0GrI/AAAAAAAAAkk/sa3YYR2XToc/s72-c/DSC00876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968411335124003308.post-4237934667577344117</id><published>2009-08-05T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:30:21.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey ppl.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus came back from intense poker session..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From 12am till now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is about 15hrs plus.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lost $50 in the end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like wtf.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was winning so much earlier on.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, tuesday night , dota-ed with ben, nick and alex..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mum sent me over to Josh's for a get-together..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We watched a movie on poker..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how ppl play and stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A live story..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after that.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate Macs, and started playing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The conversation i had with mum on the way to Josh's was the highlight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told her about my plans after NS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she was very positive about letting me go to the states to study uni..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it'll cost ard S$150k for 4years..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's alot of money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i really can't afford to screw up cuz they will be selling my condo to afford my sch fees..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really super touched..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the other reason is my sis is studying in SMU now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And her fees were not cheap even after govt subcidies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About $10k per year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of cuz i dun wanna lose out to my sis in terms of studies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although i know my standard is way behind her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'm not jealous..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm jus happy to have her as my sister..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i love her alot. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, eating my lunch now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven slept at all.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe after watching a movie or 2 then i'l head to bed.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope i can wake up in time for training tonight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intended to meet mei..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then i told her had training so had to arrange another day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been so long since i last saw her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that last time was at bedok when i was with " you know who"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss her so badly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay lah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Post again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cya ppl.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-4237934667577344117?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/4237934667577344117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=4237934667577344117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4237934667577344117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4237934667577344117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/poker-night.html' title='Poker night'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-4841529547751959254</id><published>2009-08-04T04:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:27:11.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is not everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your individual self is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During this 1month plus after the break up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'v indugled in watching movies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love stories, comdies, horrors and action movies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of these.. I got inspired by quite a few movies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is a journey, a story.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And most stories get a happy ending..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my story, i get to decide the ending..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So no.. Of cuz i wan a happy ending as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So at this age..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't be blinded by love.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus not yet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's so many things to be done..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many places to explour..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many advantages ahead in wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i dun wanna end up a loser..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So first, i got to change my attitude..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be it towards family, frens or my lover..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The attitudes i had were all wrong.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i need to make adjustments..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i will.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, i'v straighten out.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No gal of mine now is ever more important then myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'v hurt myself bad enough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if i continue..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll only end up having to recover from relationships again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's jus a waste of time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So before i get my adjustments made..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm staying out of the danger zones..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm jus gonna live my life right.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And be as knowledgable as i ever be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is supposely how i wan my life to be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So no more silly thoughts and harassations..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(If that is even a word).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna cook myself some food.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting a lil hungry now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My circle of frens are expending like mad now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rather cool..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the saying goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When one door closes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We tend to look too closely at the closed one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yet not discover the open door &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's waiting for us.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time i consider my options..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And walk thru that open door..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-4841529547751959254?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/4841529547751959254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=4841529547751959254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4841529547751959254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4841529547751959254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-is-not-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-3251510499777331176</id><published>2009-08-04T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:15:58.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so naive... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought laying low..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stopping all the desperate measures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll see a change..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But as days goes by..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They turn into false hopes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was dump enough to believe that you actually believe in love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'v tried to hold back myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tried to be nice.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Send a msg or 2 once in a blue moon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But all i got back was negativity..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like we had never had anything going b4..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I screwed up after the plug was pulled..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should have been patience and waited..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the thought of losing you was so bad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And therefore i'v did things and lost you forever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when i conceed to losing you alr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You didn't gave me a chance to change..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dun even know, frankly speaking why we ended up like this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright maybe i know, but jus that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argg....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why am i still here talking bout these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's so many other better girls out there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wife material..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yet i'm still broading over the gf-material..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You wan me to lay off you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whose laying off me then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thoughts of us everywhere appear all the time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even step into my room without thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wad has happened in this room b4..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even do anything at all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So u got ur revenge.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stastified??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many doubted me if i really got over ya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I doubt myself at times too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARR... FCUK ITTTTTT....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus go do wadever you wan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't bother you anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'v been living in a lie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And wad's the point of cont missing you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your love is jus a lie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus like you are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You wanna be with some fucked up model go ahead..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You wanna sell yur body..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fcuking go ahead..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-3251510499777331176?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/3251510499777331176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=3251510499777331176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/3251510499777331176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/3251510499777331176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-so-naive.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-2777168849546820136</id><published>2009-08-03T03:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:05:18.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wads the point of holding on when all you do is hurt the love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love is not stubbornly holding on and making her unhappy when she's with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even when she's not with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you love her, let her be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-karen-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.. After today.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realised i had so many frens that i'v lost touch with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet they still cared for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asking me how is everything and stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the whole day i'v been jus telling my stories to so many ppl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they all gave me the same reaction..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which was pretty shit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But well... It's all the past.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And guys !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am really alright.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not emo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No.. no.. not for this girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nvr anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahas.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright.. SOMETIMES..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe a lil.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But other then that.. I'm good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was thinking of getting a chalet before i get enlisted..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then was jus thinking of who to invite..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll invite all my ex(s)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL.. that's a joke.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't be serious man.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dun wan 'em to spoil the night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So ppl.. If u get an invitation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Means u meant alot to me alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-2777168849546820136?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/2777168849546820136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=2777168849546820136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/2777168849546820136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/2777168849546820136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-4095068028937759362</id><published>2009-08-02T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:01:15.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sat night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey ppl.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I jus got home after spending a very different Sat night out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.. Practically i woke up at several timings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Due to the headaches i'm getting from the hangover..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So woke up at 7pm eventually..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to meet Harris for dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate at Sumo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then went to hub for a stroll..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual.. talked bout my problem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i am letting it go now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yourself before others..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 very good advise i got from brother ben..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erm, so after that we decided to head to novena for lanning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guan Kai and guan yu came an hour later to join us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dota-ed whole night with them and Jon Chua..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then left about 4am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't wanna waste money on cabs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we walked from novena to toa payoh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took us about 45mins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had breakfast at Braddell Macs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still was feeling abit emotional..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But really did alot of thinking and I jus have to let it go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really wanna start over again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But because i can't control myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like wad's done cannot be undone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dun expect her to come back anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dun expect anything from her.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I jus wan her to be happy with her bf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i hope he will keep to his word and bring her happiness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. From toa payoh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We walked back to AMK..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was really tiring..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And while walking home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ran into wawa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we had a little chat session at my blk void deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was an eye opener..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't realise so many things have been happening..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went back ard 9am.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jus came out from shower..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna have my rest now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SH, i'm sorry if i'v done anything to spoil our frenship..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should not have revealed anything at all..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still frens right? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My lolz gal ! =D&lt;/em&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/4968411335124003308-4095068028937759362?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/4095068028937759362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=4095068028937759362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4095068028937759362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4095068028937759362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/sat-night.html' title='Sat night.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-4021776955570786938</id><published>2009-08-01T04:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:02:02.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night was fun..&lt;br /&gt;A boring to the core night turned to a fun filled one..&lt;br /&gt;With jus 3 othr frens..&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the void deck..&lt;br /&gt;Drinking vodka..&lt;br /&gt;Well.. at first it was only me and harris..&lt;br /&gt;We were at 353..&lt;br /&gt;Drinking and smoking and chatting..&lt;br /&gt;Then this burma drunkard came over and talk shit to us..&lt;br /&gt;Well.. he took our drinks and smokes,&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the worst..&lt;br /&gt;His pathetic european fianace came over..&lt;br /&gt;Smashes all our drinks and anything on the table..&lt;br /&gt;And then kpkb at him..&lt;br /&gt;asking him wtf is he hanging out with 2 fucking strangers..&lt;br /&gt;So we got hot alr..&lt;br /&gt;Harris went over and had a heated argement with that bitch..&lt;br /&gt;Which led to calling in of the police..&lt;br /&gt;5 came in 2 cars..&lt;br /&gt;And after we explained ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;the police told us they could't do anything about it..&lt;br /&gt;And we had to take it to the courts if we wanted to sue her or smth like that..&lt;br /&gt;Which we can't be fucked..&lt;br /&gt;So nvrmind after that we shifted to my blk..&lt;br /&gt;Then wen hui and JH came over..&lt;br /&gt;And we drank more, smoke, played tai di, played 5-10.&lt;br /&gt;And the drinks went up super quickly...&lt;br /&gt;So did me and harris...&lt;br /&gt;We went completely wasted..&lt;br /&gt;Enough strength to walk home though..&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, i rmb msging her..&lt;br /&gt;But didn't realise the content was so insulting till when i saw her reply..&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. my goodness..&lt;br /&gt;But i thought wad i sent her made sense..&lt;br /&gt;It happened to me, it's always gonna happen on someone else again..&lt;br /&gt;Feeling fucking aweful now as i am typing this post..&lt;br /&gt;Heads spinning a lil..&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get somemore sleep now...&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-4021776955570786938?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/4021776955570786938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=4021776955570786938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4021776955570786938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4021776955570786938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-advise-that-i-gave-ppl-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-7263565826413207858</id><published>2009-07-31T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:03:53.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had my previous post removed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking that its abit to immature..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its humiliating for her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dun wanna do that cuz i won't gain anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dunno wad to feel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being in this boat for so many times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Karen dear was right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never once had any clean breaks with any of my exs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to let go of this one.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She feels me up with anger.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Showing me things i dun wanna see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i should think straight.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm happy she's found someone so soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's no longer mine.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not suppose to feel anything.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not suppose to even know wad's going on with her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan.. you can do it.. come on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's jus another ordinary girl you'v got to let go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She dun love u at all now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's going ga-ga all over her new toy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So jus forget it.. Okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should really have patience.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would be different then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-7263565826413207858?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/7263565826413207858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=7263565826413207858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7263565826413207858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7263565826413207858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/helpless.html' title='Helpless'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-574387086375216241</id><published>2009-07-31T10:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:16:16.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One advise that i gave ppl is that whenever u get into a relationship.. Always prepare for it to end.. Cuz sooner or later it will.. And when it ends.. No matter whose at fault... If you really love that person u jus broke up with.. Do not.. I repeat.. do not play mind games.. Love, relationship.. Its not a game.. Its the real thing people.. We all have feelings because we are human beings.. And those who inflict pain, hurt, misery, sufferings to you.. They dun love you.. Because if you mean so much to them, they'll nvr make u cry.. Take our parents for example.. Do we do things to hurt our parents? We nvr because they are the ones we truely love.. So until when u found someone who can treat u like family.. The rest ain't deserve any bit of tears.. They are jus not worthy to waste your time on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to that advise.. I nvr once took it seriously even though its so true.. Because i was so sure that my r/s won't fall apart.. And that i have done everything possible to hold it together.. I was wrong.. I thought i'v did it right.. but that's wad i thought only.. As a matter of fact.. I only inflict pain to those with me.. I become over possessive, over-protective, over reacts to every small things... Only cared about my own feelings.. None ever about theirs... like for sandrina.. I thought i loved her.. I thought i missed her.. That's wad i thought... Thinking carefully again, i dun... i dun need her at all.. i jus miss all the crazy sex... that's wad i miss about her.. cuz that's the only memory i had of us... It was so wrong to say that i wan her back because i love her.. But i did tried to treat her as family.. but her nature of being a flirt is the reason i decided to ruin us.. Like wad she said to me.. A leopard doesn't changes it's spots.. When i first knew her, we had heavy flirting sessions everyday... It was different for me.. And because of her looks, i decided i wanna get tgt with her.. But then as i knew her for a period of time, i came to realise that we can nvr be tgt forever.. It was only 3 mths into the r/s when i said that to myself.. And ever since we didn't love each other or rather, i didn't love her as much as i used to.. Karen once told me, if at the start she did that to me... Wad makes me think that she won't do it to someone else ?? I jus always keep getting the girls at the wrong place.. How i knew sandrina.. Frenster.. My goodness.. How could i trust a social network to get a girl? And we got tgt only after knowing each other less then 2 weeks and on the first day we met up.. That was ridiculars.. My boys were right.. These are jus stupid road side love stories.. they nvr stand a chance to become fairy tales... All i wanna say is i need someone to be in my life that's all ... That's real selfish.. I know.. that's why i intentionally blew up my chances with all the girls i was flirting with right now.. I'm sorry.. i jus hope non of u girls are reading this.. I dun wanna get ito a r/s for the wrong reasons or at the wrong place anymore.. Everyday lying in bed.. It only made me think about all the sex going on.. And therefore that triggered the wanna get her back feeling... The videos , i guess i should really delete them.. No point watching it again.. And i was sorry i threaten ya with the vids which i should never have.. It was so stupid, a childish mindset... And "if you love her , let her go" that was the stupidest thing i ever heard.. If u really love someone.. You should be taking up lessons on how to treasure her instead.. If you asked me had i really love a girl b4, the ans is yes.. And no one else but her, Norine. It was the only non-sexual r/s that i had.. and everything we had back then was so pure, was so real... 2 years we held on.. That's something i'll nvr forget.. Other then that, i can simply tell u the rest of my r/s were smogged by all the sexual and intimacy going on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i dun have anything else in mind.. All i wan and all i need now.. is not a gal.. but jus a break... because, i'm really enjoying my life now... although at times i jus cried so badly wanting her to come back.. but wad's the point, firstly she won't come back cuz she's attached yet again, not surprisingly.. secondly, i dun love her anymore.. it's jus the sex... Thirdly, I'm not good enough for her, to satisfy her needs, as in money issues, control issues, freedom issues.. i didn't wan her to fucking take lingerie shoots.. Cuz those jobs are for pathetic ppl.. and why are they asked to be models? its because they are cheap, as in the pricing.. as photographers can't afford professional models.. That's why they are used.. To me.. its simply selling ur body to earn a living.. And anyone who has something to comment bout this feel free to come to me.. I love to only talk.. Nothing else.. so jus feel free to come and talk to me... Okay.. enough reasons.. The point is... i enjoy my life now.. so i dun see a point whyi need her back.. Like everyone is saying, there's so many girls out there.. why bother about a old used shoe.. I should be feeling sorry for her man.. jus imagine how many more bf's she's gonna have and how many diff guys she'll be slping with..&lt;br /&gt;Am i getting a little personal here? think i am.. Opps.. But i'm not sorry even if i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. can't wait for NS to come any sooner.. Getting my body tuned into shape is my priority.. And after NS, i definitely will be going overseas.. Where ever i'm going is fine.. as long as i'm gone from this place.. Going back to america is wad i really wan to.. But it means starting all over again.. And i'm not sure if i could handle that... Well.. Jus let's say get over with NS first.. Oh yeah... One more impt thing i got to do before i get out of NS is to get my license.. Right now.. I jus wanna enjoy my 1 mth hoilday before NS life.. I hope no one will get pissed with this post of mine.. Well, even if u get pissed off.. I can't really do anything about it.. Cuz its all the truth.. And people love truths don't they? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-574387086375216241?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/574387086375216241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=574387086375216241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/574387086375216241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/574387086375216241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-advise-that-i-gave-ppl-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-9031738588502283872</id><published>2009-07-30T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T04:58:08.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wth !?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can u stop all these nonsense ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i admit i'm nvr gonna give up.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm going down fighting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dun care if there's anyon else u got out there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dun care... at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You hear me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm wad u need and i will be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wadever i need to be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jus to be wif ya... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't slp each night not knowing that are safe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And its killing me not to know wad's going on in ur life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not being able to take care or concern..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So jus TAKE THAT love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please gal.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz i...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;need time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to change and during this time i alr had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-9031738588502283872?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/9031738588502283872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=9031738588502283872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/9031738588502283872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/9031738588502283872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/wth.html' title='wth !?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-6595292871518905543</id><published>2009-07-30T08:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:20:51.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just have a little patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still hurting from a love I lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm feeling your frustration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any minute all the pain will stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just hold me close inside your arms tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't be too hard on my emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is numb, has no feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So while I'm still healing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just try and have a little patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really wanna start over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you wanna be my salvation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one that I can always depend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll try to be strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trying to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's complicated but understand me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause the scars run so deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been hard but I have to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just have a little patience [x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a little patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is numb, has no feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So while I’m still healing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just try and have a little patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's super nice.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Super suitable for her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to bed now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciaoz.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-6595292871518905543?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/6595292871518905543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=6595292871518905543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6595292871518905543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/6595292871518905543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-have-little-patience-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-2951949543396705549</id><published>2009-07-29T04:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:59:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wad happened tonight was quite awkward.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'v nvr been placed in the situation where i need to face my ex's current..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the past.. i would so love to punch them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really jus get a good beating..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starting to use that old rusty brain abit more le..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wad's the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It'll only grow more hatred..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm alr past the point of all those childish fighting crap..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The era of making money has begun..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So back to tonight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that weird and pointless conversation on msn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went down and brain-stormed for quite abit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talked to Sarah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the conclusion we had was the same..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We of cuz laughed it off..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But wad if we are wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.. i dun really care.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it doesn't really matter anymore.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay lah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think gotta have some rest.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nIghtz ppl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciao..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S I love you&lt;/em&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/4968411335124003308-2951949543396705549?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/2951949543396705549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=2951949543396705549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/2951949543396705549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/2951949543396705549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-1867849803440391536</id><published>2009-07-28T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:17:20.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;jus woke up from the bombation calls by jon and sarah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wah lao.. my beauty sleep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was dreaming though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it was quite a dream..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a very useful reminder..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i should walk away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like i see her all the time in the dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the same guy everywhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assuming its her boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so why torture myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, took a shower..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was soooo good... =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now got to hurry finish my food then rush down to jon's place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and find them slack?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lame lor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gtg...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciaos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-1867849803440391536?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/1867849803440391536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=1867849803440391536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1867849803440391536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1867849803440391536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/jus-woke-up-from-bombation-calls-by-jon.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-5647821441340528999</id><published>2009-07-27T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:45:17.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'v found enough reasons to let go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emotionally it's hard..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but logically everyone in my shoe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will jus let it go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a must to let go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She'll only bring more pain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it's clear to me that i dun even wan her as a fren anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her doings and choice of words really blew me off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dun think there's any point..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leopards dun change their spots..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but whose the leopard we are talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things i'v found out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its jus super.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You dun need someone to love u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U jus need attention..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and whom-ever its coming from..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U dun care.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u jus go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then i get the honour to hear u compare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yES.. i got kicked ot from poly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes.. i wasn't as hard working..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes.. i dun treat my family well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes i suck at being a bf...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all true..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why pull the plug after 6mths?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh god.. this is killing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nvm... even with tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will move on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how unwilling my legs wanna move..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how heavy the heart is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how much i love you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i jus wanna forget u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is the last time u ppl gonna see me rant bout this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning was really fucked up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all i could say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doing things i didn't wan to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saying things i dun mean..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the only truth account that happened this morning, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was the sending her to sch part..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that was really wad i wanted to do willingly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i did.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the journey was unpleasant..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was shit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i still took time to take a good look at her before disappearing from her life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although many disagree..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. wad can i say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so.. after that.. 10am i was.. at tamp alone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without sleeping for 1 day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet wasn't feeling tired at all until i reach my cousin's place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you cousin.. really thanks for all the senses u knocked into me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her place was really nice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love her balcony the most..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's like the only balcony in earth i would not mind living in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahas.. its totally the right place to sit down for drinks, smoke, play a little music..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and admire the view...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u'r wondering where's this super nice condo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its call the esta..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;near katong.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so at her place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ate curry and fried rice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then chatted while eating..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;told her bout the morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she went off to study..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope i didn't disturb her at all.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which i think i did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so sorry !!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, slacked till ard 1.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to aston's which is near katong mall..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cousin was relectant to let me smoke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know she meant well for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz we both had asthma..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so its bad for my health and she's sensitive to the smell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i did wad a good cousin would do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after lunch , cabbed home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then found out internet was not working..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so went to bed, slpt like 4hrs and i'm up alr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i jus hope things will work out for me and [ ].. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though nothing concrete started yet but the foundation i believe was laid nicely..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so hahas.. its all down to me now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k lah.. gina's coming over to mine's now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blog another day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yeah.. 4 days of work starting on thursday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ard 200 plus for jus a couple of hours each day.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good money.. why not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last but not least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found a reason to hate u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the reason is u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-5647821441340528999?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/5647821441340528999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=5647821441340528999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5647821441340528999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/5647821441340528999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/iv-found-enough-reasons-to-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-2991965354685720278</id><published>2009-07-27T04:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:25:45.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another day went by jus like that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today.. It was poker at josh's place again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played from 7plus till 11..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched liverpool thrash singapore there as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lost quite a bit today at poker..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright nvm the amounts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after that went to newton circus with more ppl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had sting ray, kang kong and osyter egg.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLus beer of cuz.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chatted till about 3 plus then took a cab home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss her so much !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But wadever happens..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to let go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I jus hope that NS life would change me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-2991965354685720278?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/2991965354685720278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=2991965354685720278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/2991965354685720278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/2991965354685720278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-went-by-jus-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-744682939354665879</id><published>2009-07-26T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:30:03.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That second song in my playlist..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Somewhere only we knew" by keane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was the last song played at phuture last night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when that song was played..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tear-ed... It was so nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so emotional....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I jus love this song so much....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as much as i love her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay today, Woke up ard 4plus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched another movie.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12 ROUNDS by john cena..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then went out with gary and his ns frens for dinner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate at sakura... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was not exactly as nice as i thought it would be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then home was the last place of the night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surprisingly ryan ain't clubbing tonight !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said no to nick and buddies to clubbing !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, so was at home on msn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chatted with dearest for awhile then she had to go sleep le..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey gal.. I appreciate wad u did for me k? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All these while u encouraged me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever i fell, u were there to help me up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helping me go thru everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really dunno wad i'll be without u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOvee you dearest sis !! =D *hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm sorry.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't tell u that secret.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz if i were to tell u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will lose someone so dear to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't afford that to happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it shall remain a secret forever.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k lah.. lastly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JOHNATHON TIAN !!! u might not see this but !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BOY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year.. u will archieve so much more compared to last year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will soar the sky like an eagle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conqure the oceans like the dolphines..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roam the lands like lamboghinis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take care bro !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-744682939354665879?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/744682939354665879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=744682939354665879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/744682939354665879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/744682939354665879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-ness.html' title='Random-ness'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-4969086289732809972</id><published>2009-07-25T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:14:29.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zouk~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey peeps, jus got home from a long night..&lt;br /&gt;hahas.. alright..&lt;br /&gt;Let's see wad happened last night...&lt;br /&gt;Left home at ard 7pm,&lt;br /&gt;went to hub to meet gina..&lt;br /&gt;The plan was that she acc me for dinner before i head off to zouk,&lt;br /&gt;But my boys were at a bbq party..&lt;br /&gt;So decided to kill some time with gina since it's been awhile since we last met,&lt;br /&gt;So went to watch this movie "Murderer"..&lt;br /&gt;Gina bumped into her sec sch fren and so we decided to watch it tgt..&lt;br /&gt;The show was really erm.. Bloodthrob..&lt;br /&gt;It was very bloody and very amazingly filmed..&lt;br /&gt;Arron kwok was the main and half way thru we all thought he was the one..&lt;br /&gt;Ends up, he wasn't but still he had to bear the consequnces for crimes he didn't commit..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the movie..&lt;br /&gt;Went to S11 for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;Along dinner, we chatted alot of stuff and it was quite a good feeling to savour..&lt;br /&gt;Then had to go off..&lt;br /&gt;So train-ed to town and cabbed to zouk..&lt;br /&gt;Met mel, and she intro-ed a few other frens to me..&lt;br /&gt;One of them happenly is paul 2hill..&lt;br /&gt;My latest new celeb fren..&lt;br /&gt;He's a nice guy after all..&lt;br /&gt;hahas.. after all the talking and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;got to know him better..&lt;br /&gt;Same poly we went to, same area we stayed at..&lt;br /&gt;So went to velvert with them first..&lt;br /&gt;Then the boys came and the party begins at phuture..&lt;br /&gt;The night was amazing..&lt;br /&gt;There so many hot chicks..&lt;br /&gt;Hahas... And bump into  few church ppl whom i did not expect to see..&lt;br /&gt;I was like wtf are u doing here? cell?? lols..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. after clubbing..&lt;br /&gt;went to josh's for poker..&lt;br /&gt;And lost $19 bucks.. lols..&lt;br /&gt;It was totally not my night..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, jus bus-ed home..&lt;br /&gt;Dun intend to take any rest cuz in a few mins time i'll be leaving for soccer..&lt;br /&gt;Pretty hardcore eh?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i admit..&lt;br /&gt;Hahas..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, u jus got to tired urself out...&lt;br /&gt;I was talking about me..&lt;br /&gt;After wad i was made to go thru for the past 2 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;It's still bothering me alot..&lt;br /&gt;Really.. Even when i was jus lost in the music at the dance floor..&lt;br /&gt;She would always out of the blue came into my mind...&lt;br /&gt;And many ppl gave me the credit for even pulling thru it..&lt;br /&gt;ppl like alex, gina, nick, josh is one mf who told me jus to fuck care gals..&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. advise from a 17yr old.. oh.. he jus turned 18.. lol... sry bro..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. to love someone is to let her go right..&lt;br /&gt;I was smart enough to realise now that was i did to try to get her back,&lt;br /&gt;was totally stupid..&lt;br /&gt;it jus showed my immaturity and childishness..&lt;br /&gt;And wad sean said did make sense..&lt;br /&gt;Realy wanna thank the dude for talking me out of doing more stupid things..&lt;br /&gt;Things so stupid that only RYAN ANG would do for a girl..&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. maybe i should jus lie down and rest my body..&lt;br /&gt;all the dancing really take the youth out of me man..&lt;br /&gt;LOL,, wad am i saying.. I'm still a youth for god sake..&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. to end this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not i'm not willing to...&lt;br /&gt;I jus did not get the chance cuz u had to head home everytime i went to pick u up...&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy.. can't believe we'r still here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some photos from club night !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/Smppbxae03I/AAAAAAAAAjY/fYevxgl3yWo/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362214232179790706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/Smppbxae03I/AAAAAAAAAjY/fYevxgl3yWo/s320/DSC00871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kel and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/SmppbuXdcDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/282xAAhs3YY/s1600-h/DSC00870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362214231361810482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/SmppbuXdcDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/282xAAhs3YY/s320/DSC00870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, Alex, Me ( i look like shyt), Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/SmppbKy_ACI/AAAAAAAAAjI/AXTxek4djNs/s1600-h/DSC00867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362214221813579810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/SmppbKy_ACI/AAAAAAAAAjI/AXTxek4djNs/s320/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh and me at the counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-4969086289732809972?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/4969086289732809972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=4969086289732809972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4969086289732809972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4969086289732809972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/zouk.html' title='Zouk~'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/Smppbxae03I/AAAAAAAAAjY/fYevxgl3yWo/s72-c/DSC00871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968411335124003308.post-1650411947321372502</id><published>2009-07-24T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:08:23.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took 1hr of today's time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talked to buddy boy for an hour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and his right, we'v ben thru alot of shit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this can't jus bring me down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz i'm stronger then this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We both are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are jus gals..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'll nvr understand wad its like to be us guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling the heat all the time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.. i can say it's true that we enjoy happiness only after sadness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's always been that way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bros before whores !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And gal.. it's gonna apply in ur case.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter which guy u dated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, heading out for poker now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See no reason to stop since i got this far..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plus i'm free to do wadever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i'll jus be it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clubbing night tonight.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully ur papi here will get laid tonigth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahas.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciaoz !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-1650411947321372502?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/1650411947321372502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=1650411947321372502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1650411947321372502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1650411947321372502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart-talk.html' title='Heart talk'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-8112964345054589657</id><published>2009-07-24T02:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:14:09.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single-hood~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's tough..&lt;br /&gt;I admit... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With or without her.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are certainly pros and cons on both side..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i were to weight them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emotionally, i would gain more with her around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean which guy won't..&lt;br /&gt;Financially, i would say staying single.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz for the past 2 weeks of stayin single.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent within the minimium... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And saved a hell lot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now ask me if i regretted this situation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would say no.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz ur status of wealth always stays with you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead, your current lover whom out of calculation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is 90% bound to leave u before you guys even are close to talking about marriage..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all i can say about me and sandrina is there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are , 2 different ppl with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Different life styles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diff concept for life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diff mindset,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diff goals in life... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We used to love each other alot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until the day i screwed everything up with my big mouth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'm still unsure if the word "screwed" is appropriate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz though my life sucks now...&lt;br /&gt;It's always the beginning of something new..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And working towards that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe it's only a matter of time before someone else comes along..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not the sort who is popular with gals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz i dun wanna be the type which attracts the opposite sex once i'm single..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. I still love her alot..&lt;br /&gt;But due to the post break up period,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Due to the things i'v said.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It jus ended all the chances,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the hopes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So instead of hanging on to nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why not go all out once again and find happiness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But wad if the so call happiness now that i found..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is only a "spare-tyre" ?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a subsitution ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of cuz i won't wan that...&lt;br /&gt;Cuz well... as far as i know.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She alr had a bf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So like jus weeks only...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she's alr that far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shows alot regarding her credibility and loyality doesn't it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.. I jus wish i dun find someone like that again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still... I wish her all the best...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all, she gave me one of my best period in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And wake up calls at random times when i drift away from reality..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright.. Enjoy the songs ppl.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going in on the Sept 11 '09..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.. If ya wanna like hang out b4 i get in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jus buzz me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm 24hrs/daily available..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And rich enough to go anywhere and do anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No longer got to pay for doubles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a relief... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361726635126397618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/Smit9411mrI/AAAAAAAAAjA/8B_BDV7x-s4/s320/Copy+of+07072008194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I really like this photo, even now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-8112964345054589657?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/8112964345054589657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=8112964345054589657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/8112964345054589657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/8112964345054589657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/single-hood.html' title='Single-hood~'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_udhFvvWHYO0/Smit9411mrI/AAAAAAAAAjA/8B_BDV7x-s4/s72-c/Copy+of+07072008194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968411335124003308.post-800800740859876010</id><published>2009-07-22T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:09:50.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was special..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz it's my mum's birthday !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So dad brought us to have dinner at the marina bay golf club..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The view from the cafeteria was amazing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can see the new casino hotel , the ferries wheel.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the whole of suntec business area..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As night came, the ferries were lid up and the beautiful colours jus made the night even sweeter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinner was good.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salad, Corn soup, Tauhu goreng, fried rice, and rounding off with a mug of cold tiger beer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sis had dory fish and trust me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It tasted so good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we had the cake and candle blowing session..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was too full to finish the cake so gave mine to mum as a present..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahas.. talking bout presents..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really an asshole...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't even realise it was mum's birthday today until she told me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had plans alr.. so quickly i cancelled all of them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear i'll take time to walk ard and shop for a present for mum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I jus wanna tell her I love her so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where i am today and who i am.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its all her credit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway after dinner with family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to meet [ ] in town...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walked ard the new mall ION...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was big and smells new..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahas.. Soon after wanted to go meet sniff.. S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam's cus... But he was at his frens.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after sending [ ] home, took a cab home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She stays near marine parade so i had the crazy idea of ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.. going to chai chee dr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But decided it was a bad idea.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So eventually went home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then did the usual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poker on facebook with josh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dota, Watched another couple of love stories..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.. i was glad we talked today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even for jus those 7mins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But so wad... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is so determined like norine and jiayi.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i guess its no point pushing anymore... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i knew things would escalate to this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.. I'm having a bad sore throat now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurts alot while smoking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a fever and flu as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wad is wrong.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How come keep falling sick these few days...&lt;/div&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;Anyway.. P !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a pleasure knowing u.. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was glad jon asked me to go for that survey thingy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really helped me a big step forward and away from...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WadeveR.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAS !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-800800740859876010?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/800800740859876010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=800800740859876010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/800800740859876010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/800800740859876010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-2272968123826578099</id><published>2009-07-19T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:57:30.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Social house was nice..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a matter of fact, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its better then zouk in terms of the club setting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there' a few things that its fucked up for..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U got to queue a non-moving queue jus to get tickets...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It could be a wait up to hours..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And worst.. to re-enter, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You got to queue as well !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, while waiting at the bridge outside the club,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the boys were drinking and having all sorts of fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many gal frens came by and there's this gal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick's neightbour..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she wore a dress so short that her panties would be exposed even jus bending down a little..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the best part of the night was, She was exposed by on of her fren..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her guy fren practically jus came behind her and life up her tight dress.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she was butt naked for like a couple of seconds... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Showing off her red hot sexy G-string.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; That was like.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the middle of the bridge where so many clubbers were hanging out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one gal is a must know.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAS.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, social is spacious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't really enjoy clubbing there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went home like ard 3 plus 4... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh.. before social house at clark quay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to zouk with them as well the day before..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was boring as well.. Zzz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-2272968123826578099?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/2272968123826578099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=2272968123826578099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/2272968123826578099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/2272968123826578099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/club.html' title='Club !'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-1223470140831728732</id><published>2009-07-17T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:28:50.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'r trying hard not to show it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but baby, i know it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you lost that lovin feeling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now its gone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-1223470140831728732?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/1223470140831728732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=1223470140831728732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1223470140831728732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/1223470140831728732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-trying-hard-not-to-show-it-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-428491188155544611</id><published>2009-07-16T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:27:31.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instead of u, me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm leaving things to fate now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wadever the outcome, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll take it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-428491188155544611?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/428491188155544611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=428491188155544611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/428491188155544611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/428491188155544611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/instead-of-u-me.html' title='Instead of u, me.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-4573226606089903596</id><published>2009-07-14T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:34:36.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told a lie... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-4573226606089903596?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/4573226606089903596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=4573226606089903596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4573226606089903596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/4573226606089903596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-8873205658337374340</id><published>2009-07-14T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:11:28.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here i am once again,&lt;br /&gt;Up and awake alone at home,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying every single moment of silence..&lt;br /&gt;Every single bit of peace...&lt;br /&gt;But deep down the heart aches...&lt;br /&gt;For the touch of love to fall upon..&lt;br /&gt;You cared...&lt;br /&gt;But you are afraid of getting hurt...&lt;br /&gt;Thus leaving me torn and tattered..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met up Gina and Jon today...&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at sumo with her first..&lt;br /&gt;Slacked awhile at hub..&lt;br /&gt;Then went to meet Jon near his place..&lt;br /&gt;We were jus talking and its been awhile man...&lt;br /&gt;Everything is good with everyone..&lt;br /&gt;Going to sch, doing their projects...&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad for them...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;私はたくさん逃す,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;私の唯一無二である ,&lt;br /&gt;私は愛する。&lt;br /&gt;Sandrina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-8873205658337374340?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/8873205658337374340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=8873205658337374340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/8873205658337374340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/8873205658337374340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/yet-another-day.html' title='Yet another day..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-7119858843736583798</id><published>2009-07-13T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:04:56.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no way back.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm done everything i shouldn't have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no more reasons to hold you back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lie to myself that i still stand a chance..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been thru too much since 16...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 20... Things will never be the same...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm starting over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A love so strong, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hard to forget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much missed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is true love... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's why the pain is so intense...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz its real, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's true..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which girl that i went into a r/s with did i not put my whole heart into...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably that's why i end up so hurt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its time to stop.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And move on alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's too late to apologise.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-7119858843736583798?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/7119858843736583798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=7119858843736583798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7119858843736583798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7119858843736583798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/dead-end.html' title='Dead End'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-7632071524303083483</id><published>2009-07-12T06:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:47:07.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25mins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess i'm more then 25mins too late.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starting over is a better choice after all.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gal i miss you so much.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should let you go if i love you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i did so i guess that's it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Some where we went wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were once so strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our love is like a song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can't forget it.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you . (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-7632071524303083483?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/7632071524303083483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=7632071524303083483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7632071524303083483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7632071524303083483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/25mins.html' title='25mins'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-7725065283264532906</id><published>2009-07-10T04:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:01:05.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 6th...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;With some extra-ordinary skills, i managed to screw up my blog settings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Resulting in the creation of this new blog.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This ain't exactly a new blog, it's one of the few blogs which i created years ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to my life, it's abit distorted now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking back, wad have i archived?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dropped out of sch, got a job that pays well but lost it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got a wonderful gf but she had enough and went away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wad else, ahh.. got a letter that says...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"WE'LL SEE YA IN TEKONG ASSHOLE !!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's happening on the 11th sept.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup.. the day planes went on a crashing spree at the WWC in the U.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enough of these bullshit.. Back to my movies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love ya ppl.. But more importantly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I love myself more !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-7725065283264532906?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/7725065283264532906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=7725065283264532906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7725065283264532906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/7725065283264532906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2009/07/6th.html' title='The 6th...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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-4968411335124003308.post-522798634822986755</id><published>2008-03-06T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T03:14:28.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short~</title><content type='html'>Life is short.. The journey of life may seems long.. but its short.. indeed.. i realised this the hard way.. Well its still early for me.. I'm only 19.. Wad can u expect from me.. Immaturity has been tagging along with me for the past 18yrs.. Now at 19, finally setting my sights far.. I'v lost a battle.. Looking at my sister, i could only cover my face in shame and ponder on why i didn't treassure the opportunities presented to me.. Looking at how much fun and enjoyment she is having now.. Looking at desmond, whose currently in taiwan doing attachment in a local Uni.. Looking into the mirror.. I see a loser.. A loser with no itergrity.. No future.. No hope.. No way out of this shity life.. Wasted 19 yrs already.. I can't go on like this forever.. I needa be somebody.. I needa be something.. I needa to sercure a future for myself.. waking up from the "sian tian hou ku" life... It has not only gotten me nowhere.. But also screwed up my life.. Secondary skol screwed up.. Poly, on the verge of repeating history.. Do i wan to see that happen? dO I have the ability to change my fate.. Do i? It all lies with GOD now.. My life is in ur hands.. I wanna be successful.. but staying here in this tiny room , saying wanting to be successful dun get u nowhere.. U got to prove it with actions.. Haix.. Encouraging myself seems jus a excuse to make myself feel better.. Fcuk it.. Alirght.. now's the holidays.. Results will be out in 8 day's time... And i'll be gone in 9.. Hope i can really enjoy my trip this time round.. No bad results to haunt me everynight.. No tots of her to emo myself.. Jus me jon chua.. Sounds gay though.. But his my bestest fren.. I thank god for him.. =) My life has been going up and down.. Its time for one way traffic.. Which way it will be.. Will be my call.. I dun wanna disappoint my parents, my frens and those who hv been out there lending me a helping hand.. Now.. I jus wanna play hard.. studying will come.. when skol restarts in less then 7weeks time.. Bowling is wad i wanna concentrate on.. I wanna bowl my way out of failures.. Bowl for success.. Hopefully i can win something at warrens( the club i bowl for)... This yr.. we started strongly.. Though i haven got a chance to bowl yet.. Was suppose to be bowling the week after next. but going to hk and taiwan means my turn to bowl will have to wait... Its alright.. We got 9 points of out 10 in two fixtures.. That is a awesome result for us.. And the thing is our strong bowlers haven even bowled yet.. Indeed the young ones have surprised us all by storming to the peak of the pack.. Well done guys.. Bowling is my passion.. I love it more then anything else.. Well.. There's someone still i love more then bowling.. bUt it doesn't matter anymore i think.. She's given up on me totally.. It kills to admit that truth but it has happened and its happening rite now.. Obviously she's choosen him over me.. Well.. I can take it to the chin.. No problem.. Starting of another new chapter follows the ending on one... In this new chapt.. i wish for only satisfaction and happiness.. And of cuz.. Best if i could meet someone who really suits me... Oh yeah.. I jus bought a new bowling ball !!! Prime Zone !!! Costed me about S$330.. And tried it out during training today.. Reaction was strong at the back.. Something i needed for a long time.. Hahahas... The finger holes are abit too tight though.. Injured my fingers... =( Gonna get it changed tml at CSC bukit batok.. Hmmm... Alright !!! Write till here.. Erm.. Appreciates it if u tag if u have been to my blog.. =) tHe music is abit emo.. but i like it.. Cuz its so me.. Hahas.. Alright.. ciAo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968411335124003308-522798634822986755?l=always-be-together.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/feeds/522798634822986755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968411335124003308&amp;postID=522798634822986755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/522798634822986755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968411335124003308/posts/default/522798634822986755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-be-together.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-short.html' title='Life is short~'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06369154808269993566</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>
