<?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-8319142563498522496</id><updated>2012-01-29T08:23:35.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These words are my heart and soul.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1648</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7655730757403004601</id><published>2012-01-27T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T07:31:38.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things, we don't talk about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ULrj-T37ag/TyJLLuu0TdI/AAAAAAAAKIM/KMR2KWJraSA/s1600/409304_10150524857943773_682028772_8869457_921322904_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ULrj-T37ag/TyJLLuu0TdI/AAAAAAAAKIM/KMR2KWJraSA/s1600/409304_10150524857943773_682028772_8869457_921322904_n.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hey everyone, how are you all doing? Hope Chinese New Year has been fine for everyone. It hasn't really been fantastic for myself but at least the days that went by were eventful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wish I wish in an awesome mood all the time, then will my posts not be so dull and difficult to read. Haha, but people tend to forget I'm still myself after all. And it's been the same for awhile now. I mean, after all, that's all about being "bad with goodbyes" right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-7655730757403004601?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7655730757403004601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-things-we-dont-talk-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7655730757403004601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7655730757403004601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-things-we-dont-talk-about.html' title='Some things, we don&apos;t talk about.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ULrj-T37ag/TyJLLuu0TdI/AAAAAAAAKIM/KMR2KWJraSA/s72-c/409304_10150524857943773_682028772_8869457_921322904_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-3759452836007749960</id><published>2012-01-20T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:39:20.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I let it fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="369" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iJH-hxnZ4YU?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the entire day not doing anything today. In a way, feeling liberated. But still, I'm in a state of unrest knowing that there would have been other possibilities and outcomes of today. Ah, it's really hard to explain but I'm still waiting for the day that all this comes to an end. Soon, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really need to get out and let loose this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-3759452836007749960?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/3759452836007749960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-let-it-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/3759452836007749960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/3759452836007749960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-let-it-fall.html' title='I let it fall.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iJH-hxnZ4YU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-2094757221342938777</id><published>2012-01-20T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T01:19:31.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set fire to the rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What's up friends? Oh, nothing? Yep me too. Still jaded, still stagnant, still the same old me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Giving up is an understatement, I'm beyond that, fallen deeper beyond that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Enough about me. Spent half the day with Ryan (not talking in the third person perspective in case anyone's wondering since some of you asked haha) getting our haircut, have dinner, semi-indie time at Starbucks and then to go watch/listen to Andrew Huang at Bussorah Street today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I must say, I've never listened to this guy sing, especially not since he sang that unicorn song that I never really took a liking to (for various reasons). But he's really good, love his voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yeh okay, that's about it. Don't blame me if my posts are really boring. I must have seem to lost all creativity even when it comes to writing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Jt4ESiyExk/TxhO7V0ojdI/AAAAAAAAKHc/RNCSxyKGGpw/s1600/IMG_0529.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Jt4ESiyExk/TxhO7V0ojdI/AAAAAAAAKHc/RNCSxyKGGpw/s1600/IMG_0529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJA01jJmi0c/TxhO7pPzT5I/AAAAAAAAKHo/Hqc3s9-vJkY/s1600/IMG_0530.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJA01jJmi0c/TxhO7pPzT5I/AAAAAAAAKHo/Hqc3s9-vJkY/s1600/IMG_0530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;iPhone needs to have a better resolution front camera for obvious reasons..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLGwWY_8cSw/TxhO8F4bvGI/AAAAAAAAKH0/Yc1SVt3-tIo/s1600/IMG_0537.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLGwWY_8cSw/TxhO8F4bvGI/AAAAAAAAKH0/Yc1SVt3-tIo/s1600/IMG_0537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew Huang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeTo2aDGqE0/TxhO8g3-AEI/AAAAAAAAKH8/svIAhpz7a3Y/s1600/IMG_0539.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeTo2aDGqE0/TxhO8g3-AEI/AAAAAAAAKH8/svIAhpz7a3Y/s1600/IMG_0539.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan, his ukelele and Andrew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-2094757221342938777?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/2094757221342938777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/set-fire-to-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2094757221342938777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2094757221342938777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/set-fire-to-rain.html' title='Set fire to the rain.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Jt4ESiyExk/TxhO7V0ojdI/AAAAAAAAKHc/RNCSxyKGGpw/s72-c/IMG_0529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-1893909566645075990</id><published>2012-01-19T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T23:10:10.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I give the best advices.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NnbE54NvsM/TxgyOfTSoMI/AAAAAAAAKHQ/OXAtRaRHk4M/s1600/bestadvice.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NnbE54NvsM/TxgyOfTSoMI/AAAAAAAAKHQ/OXAtRaRHk4M/s1600/bestadvice.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-1893909566645075990?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/1893909566645075990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-give-best-advices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1893909566645075990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1893909566645075990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-give-best-advices.html' title='I give the best advices.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NnbE54NvsM/TxgyOfTSoMI/AAAAAAAAKHQ/OXAtRaRHk4M/s72-c/bestadvice.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-4828371572231692685</id><published>2012-01-17T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T02:17:09.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you.</title><content type='html'>You know I really won't deny it that over the past few years, a lot of things have happened and life hasn't entirely been the greatest for me. But two people that came into my life have made me a very happy person. It's times like these that make me realize how truly blessed I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, I was having a really vexed out day in school. Not because of the friends there, they're great. But the workload and the feeling of just being in school drains you out emotionally and eventually leaves you with zero morale for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I was, taking a long bus ride home back from school, feeling really shitty and all, and then I arrived at the front of my gate with a couple of red arrows stuck on them. And truth be told, I kind of figured who made these arrows immediately. I was kind of disappointed at first, because the first thing that came to my mind was, "Damn I wish I was home when they came over".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I proceeded in the house, with more arrows and everything and the arrows eventually led me downstairs where the both of them were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, by now you would have figured who the both of them were right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DRXN_A9M38/TxRgaFYxraI/AAAAAAAAKHA/mC-yfqMxbO0/s1600/IMG_0523.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DRXN_A9M38/TxRgaFYxraI/AAAAAAAAKHA/mC-yfqMxbO0/s1600/IMG_0523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really don't know what good have I done to deserve such good friends.&amp;nbsp;Who came all the way down to my place several times to surprise me, and today, because they knew I wasn't feeling very good. You know I really love the both of you very much right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the plan was to have dinner at our favourite hangout, HK Cafe, the one near my house, but it was closed. So we cabbed down to the Lagoon to eat but it was closed too. I know right? What are the odds? So eventually we ended up eating at Parkway and also having Scoopz, which reminds me.. I still have two tubs of rum &amp;amp; raisin ice cream sitting in the fridge.&amp;nbsp;And my happy pills, and my "antidepressants", MUJI marshmallows, half a box of Nerds, a can of Coke and my dark "antidepressants".&amp;nbsp;Hoarding at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then the rest of the night was just the rest of the night hehe =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_HdBacsEZg/TxRgZ_xz16I/AAAAAAAAKG4/qvtnoMAXDdM/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_HdBacsEZg/TxRgZ_xz16I/AAAAAAAAKG4/qvtnoMAXDdM/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, the both of you, so much, for everything. You guys really mean the world to me and I'd never imagine anyone doing so many sweet things for me. I would usually say that it's the little things like that that make me happy. But this isn't little, I would know. Because it means so much. I'll never forget everything, thank you so much, Ryan &amp;amp; Rebecca =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for everything! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8319142563498522496-4828371572231692685?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/4828371572231692685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-see-what-anyone-can-see-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4828371572231692685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4828371572231692685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-see-what-anyone-can-see-in.html' title='I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DRXN_A9M38/TxRgaFYxraI/AAAAAAAAKHA/mC-yfqMxbO0/s72-c/IMG_0523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-5094270756249678013</id><published>2012-01-12T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T01:11:46.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't even whatever.</title><content type='html'>'Til I get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-5094270756249678013?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/5094270756249678013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-even-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5094270756249678013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5094270756249678013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-even-whatever.html' title='I don&apos;t even whatever.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-8817914975887717595</id><published>2012-01-09T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:30:35.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch me as I fall, to the water calling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WPWjFCvL5YA/TwqeTNpPLuI/AAAAAAAAKGQ/QlDgKAifdlk/s1600/IMG_0417.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" separator"="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WPWjFCvL5YA/TwqeTNpPLuI/AAAAAAAAKGQ/QlDgKAifdlk/s1600/IMG_04&amp;lt;div class=" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First day into the week and I already can't wait for it to end. As the days go by, I still feel very disconcerted about everything. As cliche as this sounds, how do you find the time to put a genuine smile in the midst of all these adversities?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I have no regrets about decisions made, just find a lot of things hard. Not bittersweet, just bitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In any case, the previous week was spent procrastinating and wallowing in self pity. Not so much the time of reclusion I was hoping for but I seem to find spending time in lying down in bed more fruitful than getting up and doing something good for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, that has been the case for the past few months. I can't wait for my FYP to end, even though it's just a few weeks away but the end of the tunnel is never in sight. It's times like these when I feel like just dropping everything as it is and giving up right here. But then I think about how long I've held on and persevered and decide to carry on. But it's exhausting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Two phone calls, one last night and another a week ago, reminded me that people are really not how appear to be on the surface; happy. By this, I mean the people who are genuinely crushed by things. I've always wondered how people come to a state of being perpetually upset, until I realised how it was possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well 'til then, here's a reminder to myself, in time to come, as I read this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg23Or88Uvg/TwqiU8aHvmI/AAAAAAAAKGo/UkxPrEFAWu0/s1600/IMG_0467.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg23Or88Uvg/TwqiU8aHvmI/AAAAAAAAKGo/UkxPrEFAWu0/s1600/IMG_0467.JPG" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At least I still remember how to put on a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even when I don't feel like it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-8817914975887717595?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/8817914975887717595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/watch-me-as-i-fall-to-water-calling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8817914975887717595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8817914975887717595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/watch-me-as-i-fall-to-water-calling.html' title='Watch me as I fall, to the water calling.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WPWjFCvL5YA/TwqeTNpPLuI/AAAAAAAAKGQ/QlDgKAifdlk/s72-c/IMG_04&lt;div class=' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-3195809732030298788</id><published>2012-01-08T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T01:56:27.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh0olfAfzR1qzhvg4o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh0olfAfzR1qzhvg4o1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never really thought I needed anyone to understand what I'm going through at the moment. But sometimes, I wish that someone would come just as close as to understanding how I actually feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, people don't shed tears for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's times like these that I wished I'd feel like I'm not so alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-3195809732030298788?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/3195809732030298788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/never-really-wanted-anyone-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/3195809732030298788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/3195809732030298788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/never-really-wanted-anyone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7073979978473538578</id><published>2012-01-04T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T20:31:06.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lucuzube9u1r5d3u6o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lucuzube9u1r5d3u6o1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-7073979978473538578?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7073979978473538578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7073979978473538578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7073979978473538578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-433607517427572956</id><published>2012-01-04T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T02:34:03.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I always seem to forget, how fragile are the very strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iD8m3e94CYA/TwNHgS57OpI/AAAAAAAAKGE/2G0nJCbUIE0/s1600/final.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iD8m3e94CYA/TwNHgS57OpI/AAAAAAAAKGE/2G0nJCbUIE0/s1600/final.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Feeling so freaking unreal right now. Even though I've just managed to scrape through the bare minimum for my project.. Actually, screw that. I'm pretty sure it's barely even there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm just tired. So tired. Really tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Need respite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-433607517427572956?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/433607517427572956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-always-seem-to-forget-how-fragile-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/433607517427572956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/433607517427572956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-always-seem-to-forget-how-fragile-are.html' title='I always seem to forget, how fragile are the very strong.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iD8m3e94CYA/TwNHgS57OpI/AAAAAAAAKGE/2G0nJCbUIE0/s72-c/final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-3367913108541776260</id><published>2012-01-03T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:59:22.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As long as we got love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZT-pe6HEjk/TwLdRVXF7eI/AAAAAAAAKFU/pXCbBZwvGgg/s1600/Photo%2B789.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img "="" border="0" separator"="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZT-pe6HEjk/TwLdRVXF7eI/AAAAAAAAKFU/pXCbBZwvGgg/s16&amp;lt;div class=" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 2012 everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then again, what's so happy about the new year anyway? Everyday is like a never ending downward spiral. Also, I'm still in a disbelief about a lot of things, one of them being school; reopening. Argh, there goes my reclusion time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking of giving up on my 10% for tomorrow, but I will persevere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nW7u7Geg_Kg/TwLeaA4gAuI/AAAAAAAAKFg/oIkmYvy2q1Y/s1600/IMG_0287.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nW7u7Geg_Kg/TwLeaA4gAuI/AAAAAAAAKFg/oIkmYvy2q1Y/s1600/IMG_0287.JPG" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q04T4aabpTE/TwLeaJTEdSI/AAAAAAAAKFo/8tXtMnQXFH0/s1600/IMG_0365.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q04T4aabpTE/TwLeaJTEdSI/AAAAAAAAKFo/8tXtMnQXFH0/s1600/IMG_0365.JPG" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5pHRpmOuIYw/TwLeae-_siI/AAAAAAAAKF4/wUc12lQf-Us/s1600/IMG_0373.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5pHRpmOuIYw/TwLeae-_siI/AAAAAAAAKF4/wUc12lQf-Us/s1600/IMG_0373.JPG" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Persevere Ryan, persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're almost there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-3367913108541776260?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/3367913108541776260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-long-as-we-got-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/3367913108541776260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/3367913108541776260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-long-as-we-got-love.html' title='As long as we got love.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZT-pe6HEjk/TwLdRVXF7eI/AAAAAAAAKFU/pXCbBZwvGgg/s72-c/s16&lt;div class=' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-4346824636566151250</id><published>2012-01-01T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T17:45:25.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want this moment, to ever end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-5x0HHIDOk/Tv_8s8ERVRI/AAAAAAAAKFI/E7VKPD6OLVc/s1600/IMG_0344.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-5x0HHIDOk/Tv_8s8ERVRI/AAAAAAAAKFI/E7VKPD6OLVc/s1600/IMG_0344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The last post wasn't a feat eh? How could I possibly end the year without thanking the ones who helped me through 2011 and made it bearable for me. I mean, even though I know I've said all I had to say to everyone close to me, but I'd still like to thank everyone upfront. I'll always have this overflowing gratitude for everything that's happened during the past year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachelle&lt;/b&gt;, my dearest Lilo. Thanks for always staying by me for the past few years. I have enjoyed growing up with you and all these moments would always stay close to my heart. I'll never ever forget everything that we've been through and all the stories that I would think about in the days to come. You've been such a dear sister and you'll always be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan&lt;/b&gt;, my dear little twin didi! I've always questioned myself and I question myself again, what did I ever do to deserve such a friend like you. So many things have happened in 2011 and I'm really grateful that you've stuck me right to the very end. Thanks for being there at the most random times of the night and for seeing me through everything. I'll never forget you, I'll always keep your present close to me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rebecca&lt;/b&gt;, my dear sister. See, I called you Rebecca. You've been such a sweet and dear friend to me, I don't think I'll ever be able to give back enough for everything you've did. Just like I said before, I'm really grateful that you and Yeo came into my life, especially this year. Because when everything else was going wrong, both of you kept me going. You'll always be a close friend of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laury&lt;/b&gt;, my favourite cat. Thank you for all the crazy moments we spent together and for the times we would just sit and hang out, especially I'm feeling most alone. Thank you for always availing yourself whenever I need a friend. You've always been there for me and I'm really thankful for that. I'll always be here if you need me Laury. I'm always on your side remember? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charles&lt;/b&gt;, my dear brother. We've come so far haven't we? The past few years have been quite a ride for us and to be honest, I'm just very glad that we're still at where we are now. Thank you for the night that you'd accompany me when I'm feeling really dejected for always assuring me that you're there. Thank you for everything :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheryl Ho&lt;/b&gt;, my mother swan. Thank you for taking care of me and sticking by me all these years. I'll never ever forget this mother-son relationship we've shared. Thanks for all the lunch and dinner dates that we'd have and for always hearing me out and encouraging me. And also, for all the times you've encouraged to persevere right to the very end. I'll never ever forget you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charlene&lt;/b&gt;! I know you're going to visit this space some day and read this. I read your space too. But thanks for always availing yourself as a listening ear and for sending me random text messages when you know I'm feeling out of sorts. I'll always remember all the kind gestures from you and for everything else that you did that makes me appreciate this friendship so much more :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joe Ho&lt;/b&gt;, saranghae *does heart shape* HAHAHAHA. I'm going to miss having a K-Pop buddy like you around. I don't think anyone can match up to your craziness and fanboy-ness. I cannot stop emphasizing this, but our sashimi dates ah! Also, for all the encouragement and all, especially when I'm feeling super lousy about school. Thank you for being there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Xiang&lt;/b&gt;, my da ren. Thank you for being a da ren to me for the past years and for always standing up for me whenever you know that someone has done great injustice to me. I'll never forget the times that I'd be over at your house chilling and sit next to you just to chat about everything. You've been a great sister and you'll always be. Thank you for being a great sister :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michelle&lt;/b&gt;, my da jie! Even though we haven't got a lot of time spent together this year. I still appreciate all the times that you'd chat with me and hear me out and for all the concern you've given me when you know I'm down. I'll always remember all the good times we spent together and you'll always be close to my heart no matter what :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pastor Daphne&lt;/b&gt;! Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life. And also, for all the times that we would hang out randomly for lunch and dinners. I'll never ever forget everything you've told me, to keep me going. Thank you for helping me pull through all the way to December and for your never ending support in everything that I do. I love you Pastor Daphne!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dwayne&lt;/b&gt;, my godbrother this year! Thank you for always messaging me and ensuring that I'm fine and all, even when I'm really fine. Thank you for always making weird faces whenever I'm on stage and try to make me laugh while I'm on stage, even during the serious songs. Also, for the times that we would hang out and just have a heart to heart talk. I would always remember you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for everything everyone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And to everyone else that I didn't mention in this post, I haven't forgotten you, I still love you all the same. Everyone still means the world to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Have a very happy 2012 ahead guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-4346824636566151250?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/4346824636566151250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-want-this-moment-to-ever-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4346824636566151250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4346824636566151250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-want-this-moment-to-ever-end.html' title='I don&apos;t want this moment, to ever end.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-5x0HHIDOk/Tv_8s8ERVRI/AAAAAAAAKFI/E7VKPD6OLVc/s72-c/IMG_0344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7819645587217371555</id><published>2011-12-31T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:35:12.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry I can't steal you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viLMqe07XY0/Tv6CMZKQkrI/AAAAAAAAKE8/SL8YAmYLNd4/s1600/IMG_6721.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viLMqe07XY0/Tv6CMZKQkrI/AAAAAAAAKE8/SL8YAmYLNd4/s1600/IMG_6721.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This was actually supposed to be an end of year post. But I'm suddenly stuck with nothing to write. This usually doesn't happen but it does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Can't believe how quickly the year has gone by like that, December went by especially fast. All that should have been said has already been said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All I'm saying is, I'm going to miss all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You know who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for being part of my life, I'll always remember all of you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-7819645587217371555?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7819645587217371555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-sorry-i-cant-steal-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7819645587217371555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7819645587217371555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-sorry-i-cant-steal-you.html' title='I&apos;m sorry I can&apos;t steal you.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viLMqe07XY0/Tv6CMZKQkrI/AAAAAAAAKE8/SL8YAmYLNd4/s72-c/IMG_6721.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7010323268295180822</id><published>2011-12-27T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T08:03:29.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things to say, so little time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still breaks my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-7010323268295180822?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7010323268295180822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-many-things-to-say-so-little-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7010323268295180822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7010323268295180822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-many-things-to-say-so-little-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-6118862299305056301</id><published>2011-12-26T04:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T04:48:54.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the light of the sun, is there anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmyiy0O16J0/TveHYMDpEjI/AAAAAAAAKEw/gdMXZDd1nYo/s1600/378512_10150658374834465_818219464_12110940_697706646_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmyiy0O16J0/TveHYMDpEjI/AAAAAAAAKEw/gdMXZDd1nYo/s1600/378512_10150658374834465_818219464_12110940_697706646_n.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't we all wish that everyday was a day of partying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And just like that, Christmas is over. Well, the first day at least. And I got by the day without having any presents properly prepared to be given to anyone. I have a hard time completing them to be honest. Blame it on my emotional wreck-self. I'm such a miserable idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hardest Christmas ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Worst Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then again, looking into it, I don't blame Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh 2011, what a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let me get into a time of recluse, just for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-6118862299305056301?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/6118862299305056301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-light-of-sun-is-there-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6118862299305056301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6118862299305056301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-light-of-sun-is-there-anyone.html' title='In the light of the sun, is there anyone?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmyiy0O16J0/TveHYMDpEjI/AAAAAAAAKEw/gdMXZDd1nYo/s72-c/378512_10150658374834465_818219464_12110940_697706646_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-1792240299308720289</id><published>2011-12-25T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T03:18:20.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have yourself a merry little Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPs0_5OiEBE/TvYesnb-ADI/AAAAAAAAKEk/nX1LkhJGtZ8/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPs0_5OiEBE/TvYesnb-ADI/AAAAAAAAKEk/nX1LkhJGtZ8/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Normally, it wouldn't be this hard to appreciate Christmas. Last I remembered, it was a date I was looking forward to.&amp;nbsp;After all, it's usually my favourite time of the year. However, this year, I must have lost all reason to be enjoying this season; robbed of my Christmas joy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't remember Christmas being this sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But still, I am thankful for Christmas and the ones who helped make this day bearable for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next year will be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-1792240299308720289?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/1792240299308720289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1792240299308720289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1792240299308720289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html' title='Have yourself a merry little Christmas.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPs0_5OiEBE/TvYesnb-ADI/AAAAAAAAKEk/nX1LkhJGtZ8/s72-c/IMG_0242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-3647956857585322307</id><published>2011-12-24T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:04:31.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With everything, I won't let this go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello everyone. Just before I turn this blog into a very emotionally unstable one, thought you should know that there are times that I still remember that I'm very blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just celebrated my birthday today. Haha, a birthday is just like any other day right? Well, my friends and I thought so, which is why two of them decided to throw me a surprise today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Where else but every favourite hang out place, at East Coast Park's Hong Kong Cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As of late, it's been a place I often love to go to with friends. Haha that being said, if you've been there at least once with me, then you obviously mean something to me. Otherwise, fret not, there are still the days ahead of us to come. I do realise that all of us have been very busy, myself included. Thus, you know, a lot of us can't hang out as often. Because if you really meant something to me, you would have known that by now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1PIBO40wZmI/TvSn0QJw0xI/AAAAAAAAKCs/WeLNaxBXWSc/s1600/presents.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1PIBO40wZmI/TvSn0QJw0xI/AAAAAAAAKCs/WeLNaxBXWSc/s1600/presents.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was smiling from ear to ear when they presented me with these presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(The presents are still in place by the way, I couldn't bear to touch them.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then I couldn't stop smiling because I was really touched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They also brought out a tub of rum and raisin ice cream with a candle. And then we ate the ice cream with chopsticks. I love rum and raisin haha. I still have the previous tub from Yeo in my freezer. The one before that grew mouldy. Haha, I am such a terrible hoarder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's times like these that make life still worthwhile. It's time like these that still give me a reason to smile. It's times like these that make me realise that I really like triangles HAHA. Jokes aside, it's times like these that make me realise that I'm never alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7emgTQOFwQ/TvSpESWyQLI/AAAAAAAAKDE/RpJTNbEmtcw/s1600/IMG_0207.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7emgTQOFwQ/TvSpESWyQLI/AAAAAAAAKDE/RpJTNbEmtcw/s1600/IMG_0207.JPG" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Re(Becky) and Yeo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEj7WcQ7cps/TvSoSIEbBGI/AAAAAAAAKC4/0orvfMONGeg/s1600/Photo%2B778.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEj7WcQ7cps/TvSoSIEbBGI/AAAAAAAAKC4/0orvfMONGeg/s1600/Photo%2B778.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really love the both of you from the bottom of my heart! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3J96ciJylE/TvSpEgby5KI/AAAAAAAAKDQ/vcUSIizsbxA/s1600/polar2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="376" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3J96ciJylE/TvSpEgby5KI/AAAAAAAAKDQ/vcUSIizsbxA/s1600/polar2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJd2WUDUYx4/TvSpE9B4rVI/AAAAAAAAKDc/Mdmq2ezhj-w/s1600/polar1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="376" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJd2WUDUYx4/TvSpE9B4rVI/AAAAAAAAKDc/Mdmq2ezhj-w/s1600/polar1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for everything! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FvR3ZCLR59U/TvSxHy-n9PI/AAAAAAAAKDo/GtBix3pCi9M/s1600/Image%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FvR3ZCLR59U/TvSxHy-n9PI/AAAAAAAAKDo/GtBix3pCi9M/s1600/Image%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll never ever forget today and everything we've been through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;You guys would always have a special place in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Friends forever :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-3647956857585322307?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/3647956857585322307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/with-everything-i-wont-let-this-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/3647956857585322307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/3647956857585322307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/with-everything-i-wont-let-this-go.html' title='With everything, I won&apos;t let this go.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1PIBO40wZmI/TvSn0QJw0xI/AAAAAAAAKCs/WeLNaxBXWSc/s72-c/presents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-6202903289522439567</id><published>2011-12-16T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:02:34.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, I feel so small sometimes in this big old place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lmAi_qJoPbU?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week has come and gone just like that. My neighbour's dog has been living in my house for the past few days but she's about to head back home later tonight. Haha, she'd probably never ever be able to read this. Who I am kidding right? She's an animal, but she's a good friend. A very good friend that I've known for less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for staying by me whenever I felt like I wanted to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am able to keep pets because I grow emotionally attached to them too quickly. And this time it's no difference. It's like &lt;i&gt;I had to say goodbye as soon as I said hello&lt;/i&gt;. Once again, where's the good in goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never good with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still, in a sad, awful, terrible way, I'm happy I met her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-6202903289522439567?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/6202903289522439567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/lord-i-feel-so-small-sometimes-in-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6202903289522439567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6202903289522439567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/lord-i-feel-so-small-sometimes-in-this.html' title='Lord, I feel so small sometimes in this big old place.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lmAi_qJoPbU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-9196157913785649524</id><published>2011-12-08T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:46:47.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://instantreplay.tumblr.com" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvw64qGZ1S1qzhvg4o1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-9196157913785649524?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/9196157913785649524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/9196157913785649524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/9196157913785649524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-3627270079249409829</id><published>2011-12-08T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T03:11:30.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry, I won't linger.</title><content type='html'>Sorry I'm just going to say this here because it's more public and I have to get it out. Yeh, I don't give a damn if I'm going around in riddles becase I'm pretty sure in time to come, I'd still understand what I wrote. Even several years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickening to read (into) certain things nowadays. People who used to be/need to be/still are clueless are starting to act like they know everything and people who are damn shit are just getting shittier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know your place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to blame anyone for being two faced. Everyone is two faced so no one should pretend to be virtuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one likes a person whose heart is as ugly as their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're going to be really two faced, please make sure at least one of them is good looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-3627270079249409829?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/3627270079249409829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-worry-i-wont-linger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/3627270079249409829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/3627270079249409829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-worry-i-wont-linger.html' title='Don&apos;t worry, I won&apos;t linger.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-4051303125987194018</id><published>2011-12-05T02:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:57:49.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could, then I would.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s_BU8YCjV1M?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RpqR_PzddYM?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, FYP is killing me. Haha but just the right dosage of Boyce Avenue might do the trick. I've recently learnt that procrastination helps with making work more enjoyable. Not so much though, maybe just the right amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'm not getting work done. Maybe the week ahead would be better because there's no rehearsals and everything. But I have my passport to stress about because I really need to get it extended :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS SAVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-4051303125987194018?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/4051303125987194018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-i-could-i-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4051303125987194018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4051303125987194018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-i-could-i-would.html' title='If I could, then I would.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/s_BU8YCjV1M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-8527425994322175543</id><published>2011-12-02T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T00:48:24.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sIA66Hp93uI/TtiXjNTFXJI/AAAAAAAAKCQ/4d6gbu4fRrs/s1600/IMG_0016.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sIA66Hp93uI/TtiXjNTFXJI/AAAAAAAAKCQ/4d6gbu4fRrs/s800/IMG_0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Minus the hair and wardrobe choices, this could pass off as a photograph from 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This week has been really retarded. I don't even know where to start about how I'm ending the week. It's just been really retarded and I really hate my life right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hate it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hope things would get better in 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-8527425994322175543?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/8527425994322175543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-forget-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8527425994322175543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8527425994322175543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-forget-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sIA66Hp93uI/TtiXjNTFXJI/AAAAAAAAKCQ/4d6gbu4fRrs/s72-c/IMG_0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-4094601563045258072</id><published>2011-12-01T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T02:21:51.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is your time to mourn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gShB7PIQMg8/TtZwIG0tUNI/AAAAAAAAKCE/BkmCsEW1BQI/s1600/IMG_0033.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gShB7PIQMg8/TtZwIG0tUNI/AAAAAAAAKCE/BkmCsEW1BQI/s800/IMG_0033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Four days into the week and I'm at my worse already. Maybe school wouldn't be so vexing if I had the luxury of being to cope with everything that's piling up on me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Stuff like that used to end up on another journal. Because I thought that'd be pretty bad. Now that place ends up being used for things that I'd not imagine myself thinking or even doing it years ago. Somehow, the little things in life don't really matter anymore because nothing seems too little nowadays. I know that doesn't make sense, but I think I understand what I just wrote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Imagine your mind being triggered by littler things. How little can little be then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm an emotional wreck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-4094601563045258072?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/4094601563045258072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-your-time-to-mourn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4094601563045258072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4094601563045258072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-your-time-to-mourn.html' title='This is your time to mourn.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gShB7PIQMg8/TtZwIG0tUNI/AAAAAAAAKCE/BkmCsEW1BQI/s72-c/IMG_0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-6483368304567473891</id><published>2011-11-28T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:55:23.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone like you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4S2-0YoadKU/TtOuSP5PB-I/AAAAAAAAKB4/4-gKpQQZ3uI/s1600/tumblr_lui5pzy3SP1qzhihuo1_1280.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4S2-0YoadKU/TtOuSP5PB-I/AAAAAAAAKB4/4-gKpQQZ3uI/s800/tumblr_lui5pzy3SP1qzhihuo1_1280.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rough week, and I'm thankful I'm still surviving. Haha my blog posts are getting shorter and shorter because I have nothing that I can really update about. I've been so caught up with school (most of the time) and I hardly have time for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's the thing about school and FYP, it just sucks the fun out of everything and leave you with nothing. Nothing to rejoice or feel accomplished about because the work you produce out of all your stress is still nothing worth being happy about. That's a designer's life. We are forever not satisfied with anything about we simply can't put in our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's time like these that don't help make things simpler for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to do something about my hair soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to do something about my school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to do something about my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-6483368304567473891?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/6483368304567473891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/11/someone-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6483368304567473891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6483368304567473891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/11/someone-like-you.html' title='Someone like you.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4S2-0YoadKU/TtOuSP5PB-I/AAAAAAAAKB4/4-gKpQQZ3uI/s72-c/tumblr_lui5pzy3SP1qzhihuo1_1280.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-4670698613660729247</id><published>2011-11-21T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:48:25.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're still waiting for the fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xPj3PKGbrw/Tspkp5zlDBI/AAAAAAAAKBs/G53Q9EftAEU/s1600/36880_448480575644_509780644_6433688_2813577_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xPj3PKGbrw/Tspkp5zlDBI/AAAAAAAAKBs/G53Q9EftAEU/s800/36880_448480575644_509780644_6433688_2813577_n.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Still trying to settle down from the aftermath of my weekend. I knew that I would feel this way but I never thought it'd leave me feeling like that past the weekend. To be honest, there's no proper description as to how I'm feeling at the moment. Sigh, I really don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not flustered, just lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Times like these, I just want to disappear for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-4670698613660729247?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/4670698613660729247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-still-waiting-for-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4670698613660729247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4670698613660729247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-still-waiting-for-fire.html' title='We&apos;re still waiting for the fire.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xPj3PKGbrw/Tspkp5zlDBI/AAAAAAAAKBs/G53Q9EftAEU/s72-c/36880_448480575644_509780644_6433688_2813577_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-1415687062061541766</id><published>2011-11-19T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T17:10:10.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Christ alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p98_ZZfRM8A/TsdxPwdY3MI/AAAAAAAAKBM/SoUbi9l8-E4/s1600/rocky.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p98_ZZfRM8A/TsdxPwdY3MI/AAAAAAAAKBM/SoUbi9l8-E4/s800/rocky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hey there everyone! The week has been pretty hectic, with so many things going on at the same time. I am still trying to catch my breath as I'm blogging about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Critique wasn't a feat, but I wouldn't say it was that bad too. Just wished I had more drive in handling my designs and had a direction I knew I was headed towards. The light of the tunnel still seems so far away, and what if it's a closed tunnel? Like a cave? Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Celebrated Yeo's birthday the other day with Becky. We went to make him a cake at Tampines One and then surprised him at his place. Had dinner with his family and all. Yeh, just a day needed to get away from everything. Anyway, the dog in the photograph above is Rocky. HAHA the cutest thing on earth, though it kept biting me because I think it was teething but still cute. It helped licked the cake off me when Yeo came and placed it on me repeatedly. Good Rocky :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And yeh, the week hasn't ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not looking forward to the weekends to be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-1415687062061541766?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/1415687062061541766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-christ-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1415687062061541766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1415687062061541766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-christ-alone.html' title='In Christ alone.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p98_ZZfRM8A/TsdxPwdY3MI/AAAAAAAAKBM/SoUbi9l8-E4/s72-c/rocky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7981120365263351436</id><published>2011-11-13T03:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T03:44:58.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling, don't let them drag you around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lugh2vpDRk1qzhvg4o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lugh2vpDRk1qzhvg4o1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWrU4Xliufo/Tr7KIH5yXwI/AAAAAAAAKA4/yFWoUk3kSgQ/s1600/DSC_1094.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWrU4Xliufo/Tr7KIH5yXwI/AAAAAAAAKA4/yFWoUk3kSgQ/s800/DSC_1094.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The road out of here was never going to be an easy one. But no one told me it was going to be this hard either. To be honest, I am constantly waiting to be liberated. Liberation from everything, school included.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I used to have a lot to write about, even in a blog post to let out my frustrations. But as of late, it seems like there are certain things that even I can't put into words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, even though I'm finishing my course here, I'm watching myself slip away everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-7981120365263351436?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7981120365263351436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-sorry-that-youre-so-unhappy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7981120365263351436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7981120365263351436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-sorry-that-youre-so-unhappy.html' title='Darling, don&apos;t let them drag you around.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWrU4Xliufo/Tr7KIH5yXwI/AAAAAAAAKA4/yFWoUk3kSgQ/s72-c/DSC_1094.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-716426671754023849</id><published>2011-11-12T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:33:19.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOhwrg1GYw0/Tr1MxPXXM2I/AAAAAAAAKAs/HtXBXhjSD_0/s1600/me2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOhwrg1GYw0/Tr1MxPXXM2I/AAAAAAAAKAs/HtXBXhjSD_0/s800/me2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the joy of Photoshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Didn't get the hype that is 11/11/11 going on today. Just another day, even though it was eventful for me. But if it was not for an outing to town, I think it would have been just another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The week has been sufficiently cramped with stress and things that I take guilty pleasure in. School has been really stressful with the amount of work being given to us and we just have to accept it unwillingly. Ugh, I hate FYP. So many submissions, so little time. &lt;i&gt;(And Kai, here you go, you are an irritant HAHAHA.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, went out to town today and also watched Tower Heist at Leisure Park. Also, I am now officially broke and all I have left is 50 cents for the rest of the week. Guess I could survive with that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Send food to my home please, I'll probably die if there's a war going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;OKAY BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-716426671754023849?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/716426671754023849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/11/with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/716426671754023849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/716426671754023849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/11/with-me.html' title='With me.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOhwrg1GYw0/Tr1MxPXXM2I/AAAAAAAAKAs/HtXBXhjSD_0/s72-c/me2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7749674323940932796</id><published>2011-11-09T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:34:53.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather be a comma than a full-stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_gDo7mcCZg/TroOmeTQ7cI/AAAAAAAAKAg/B0jOrzuN-tk/s1600/384990_10150368708182933_566762932_8378420_388643265_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_gDo7mcCZg/TroOmeTQ7cI/AAAAAAAAKAg/B0jOrzuN-tk/s800/384990_10150368708182933_566762932_8378420_388643265_n.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello world, I'm here to bore you again with my semi-mundane lifestyle. But before that, let me order some Mcdonalds to get me started on my day HAHA. Yes, I do realise it's already closing in to 1:30pm but the day starts when I say it does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay what the heck, the woman on the line said that they're having overwhelming orders right now. What the actual hell? Sigh. I want my double Fillet-O-Fish :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ANYWAY, we celebrated Albird's birthday yesterday at the lagoon. Well, we were supposed to surprise him with a cake and candles but I guess we failed at being secretive. I'm pretty sure Albird would have figured out that I was trying to light the candles from under the table haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So Laury and I went back to his place to chill in his sister's room but the bed was sleep inducing so we ended up sleeping 'til the sun rose. And yes, Albird sneaked out on us to go to school. I'm normally a light sleeper when I'm not at home so he must have been really quiet because I didn't notice he was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ugh, guess I'll go watch some Glee now and call for Mcdonalds later. Work starts at 8, only because I don't even know what I'm supposed to be doing right now. Better enjoy having so much luxury time for now (even though I'm not entitled to have luxury time). It'll get crazier in the days to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-7749674323940932796?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7749674323940932796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/11/id-rather-be-comma-than-full-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7749674323940932796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7749674323940932796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/11/id-rather-be-comma-than-full-stop.html' title='I&apos;d rather be a comma than a full-stop.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_gDo7mcCZg/TroOmeTQ7cI/AAAAAAAAKAg/B0jOrzuN-tk/s72-c/384990_10150368708182933_566762932_8378420_388643265_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-4093863135323460553</id><published>2011-11-02T02:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T02:59:16.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 200pt;"&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/8319142563498522496-4093863135323460553?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/4093863135323460553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4093863135323460553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4093863135323460553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-tired.html' title='I am tired.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-6798791665935348991</id><published>2011-10-31T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T00:58:32.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown girl in the ring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4t9rCduu1wg/Tq1_l5uqI7I/AAAAAAAAKAI/xlMrIeVL_WY/s1600/Photo%2B742.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4t9rCduu1wg/Tq1_l5uqI7I/AAAAAAAAKAI/xlMrIeVL_WY/s800/Photo%2B742.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello my dear friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separat&amp;lt;div class=" separator"="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;MSN is being a proper bitch right now and won't let me sign in. I feel so disconnected from the world even though I hardly chat on MSN. But you get my point right? Speaking of being disconnected from the world, my school work doesn't permit me to feel liberated for now. In fact, I'll be feeling like a caged bird until I'm done with my FYP. I really hope that everything will work out properly and I'll get by my final semester smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, the barbecue on Saturday was alright. Best decision made this year though. Well, to be honest, it's not because I enjoyed the barbecue but because Louie came. So glad he came though, because we got to hang out like old times and if you haven't already been following this space, I'm a fan of reminiscing the older times with my good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/10/29/788f366cabc14d568e2b6cd7bf23ade1_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/10/29/788f366cabc14d568e2b6cd7bf23ade1_7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, just so that I can look back on this post someday and remember everything.. We drove around aimlessly at first, and then to NUS to raid some dorm and to camwhore like crazy, and then to some place nearby (to NUS) to get some naan and butter chicken and then we had supper at Henderson waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OMQX03yRXtU/Tq2Aqd3I_vI/AAAAAAAAKAU/CTaImXtQ4_U/s1600/polaroid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OMQX03yRXtU/Tq2Aqd3I_vI/AAAAAAAAKAU/CTaImXtQ4_U/s800/polaroid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another one to add to my collection :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ah, it's days like these that I forget that my problems even exist. And then when it's all over, it's back to reality. But it's alright, it's the little things in life like this that makes me happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-6798791665935348991?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/6798791665935348991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-my-dear-friends-msn-is-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6798791665935348991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6798791665935348991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-my-dear-friends-msn-is-being.html' title='Brown girl in the ring.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4t9rCduu1wg/Tq1_l5uqI7I/AAAAAAAAKAI/xlMrIeVL_WY/s72-c/Photo%2B742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-8127471830144677509</id><published>2011-10-26T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T15:35:46.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQx6iKhADZQ/TqgR1TY6-PI/AAAAAAAAJ_A/iic81OEwm6E/s1600/IMG-20111014-00211.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQx6iKhADZQ/TqgR1TY6-PI/AAAAAAAAJ_A/iic81OEwm6E/s800/IMG-20111014-00211.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello my dear friends, sorry I've been so busy that I haven't updated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, if you must know, life is still the same, if not worse. &amp;nbsp;I'd like to believe I'm still coping, but then I remember that the holidays are over and I have my final year project to worry about now. Seriously need respite from everything. It doesn't just get tiring in the long run, but it wears me out physically and mentally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, just for remembrance in time to come when I read my blog.. Change tomorrow, barbecue on Saturday and 9 pretty girls in December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;About a month or so.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-8127471830144677509?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/8127471830144677509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-think-i-need-sunrise-im-tired-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8127471830144677509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8127471830144677509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-think-i-need-sunrise-im-tired-of.html' title='I think I need a sunrise, I&apos;m tired of the sunset.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQx6iKhADZQ/TqgR1TY6-PI/AAAAAAAAJ_A/iic81OEwm6E/s72-c/IMG-20111014-00211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7817028304764011565</id><published>2011-10-16T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T02:10:56.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a time to tear down old walls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agDfwIOxnLc/TpnMbxpQ8hI/AAAAAAAAJ-s/SPit-amAQrg/s1600/SNAP007%25281%2529-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agDfwIOxnLc/TpnMbxpQ8hI/AAAAAAAAJ-s/SPit-amAQrg/s800/SNAP007%25281%2529-1.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the &lt;i&gt;ambiguous&lt;/i&gt; turns into confirmation, that's when you know this shit is real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;About two months or so..&lt;/i&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/8319142563498522496-7817028304764011565?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7817028304764011565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-time-to-tear-down-old-walls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7817028304764011565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7817028304764011565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-time-to-tear-down-old-walls.html' title='Just a time to tear down old walls.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agDfwIOxnLc/TpnMbxpQ8hI/AAAAAAAAJ-s/SPit-amAQrg/s72-c/SNAP007%25281%2529-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-6060085799345086289</id><published>2011-10-10T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T18:07:04.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bettina's 21st.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wanted to blog about Bettina's 21st party last night but she didn't manage to upload all the photographs until this morning so I decided to wait haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Haha, this can't be a birthday post because she isn't officially 21 yet but nonetheless, her party was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ErWfd49CDE/TpLCjyfELuI/AAAAAAAAJ-U/Zqh4W7YNHEs/s1600/321581_10150475673708368_611493367_11098626_696491655_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ErWfd49CDE/TpLCjyfELuI/AAAAAAAAJ-U/Zqh4W7YNHEs/s800/321581_10150475673708368_611493367_11098626_696491655_n.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Bettina looking exceptionally pretty on that day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V73bkc4NE3o/TpLCj2djqTI/AAAAAAAAJ-c/MdEeBpy5xS8/s1600/293367_10150476709953368_611493367_11108498_1651776409_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V73bkc4NE3o/TpLCj2djqTI/AAAAAAAAJ-c/MdEeBpy5xS8/s800/293367_10150476709953368_611493367_11108498_1651776409_n.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Group photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wnipcyIldP0/TpLCkKWNbvI/AAAAAAAAJ-k/Cqj6nGVC_yY/s1600/311068_10150476688738368_611493367_11108244_1547602603_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wnipcyIldP0/TpLCkKWNbvI/AAAAAAAAJ-k/Cqj6nGVC_yY/s800/311068_10150476688738368_611493367_11108244_1547602603_n.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And finally, the Ohana that grew up over the years hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, that's it! Hope you had a great time at your party Bettina!! Thanks for inviting us over!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-6060085799345086289?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/6060085799345086289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/10/bettinas-21st.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6060085799345086289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6060085799345086289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/10/bettinas-21st.html' title='Bettina&apos;s 21st.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ErWfd49CDE/TpLCjyfELuI/AAAAAAAAJ-U/Zqh4W7YNHEs/s72-c/321581_10150475673708368_611493367_11098626_696491655_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-1019513053725257683</id><published>2011-10-10T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T01:35:02.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello my favourite readers. I don't even know who reads this space anymore because all of you hardly leave anything on my tagboard. The only people that I think read my blog are Laury and Joe because they're the only ones that leave tags haha. Please leave a tag, I promise I'll love you (don't be anonymous please). But if you're someone that I don't like then please don't leave a tag. You know who you are. I really don't want to love you :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Had supper with Laury and Charles last Friday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" separator"="" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-W0wPuAG5U/TpHX2HTyHDI/AAAAAAAAJ-E/iPJuUNgDVNk/s1600/Picture%2B4.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-W0wPuAG5U/TpHX2HTyHDI/AAAAAAAAJ-E/iPJuUNgDVNk/s800/Picture%2B4.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" separator"="" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the cab ride to 85, I was being embarrassed to death, I wanted to die right there in the cab haha. Both of them were asking the cab driver the weirdest questions ever. So much that it distracted the cab driver and he forgot to turn on his meter for the fare. Well, most of it came from Charles but Laury played her part too HAHA. And then they did the same thing with the uncle from the stingray stall at 85 HAHAHA. The two of them are possibly my most nonsensical friends. But I still love the both of them very much though. They make me laugh and feel like a happy person :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Charles' place to stay over afterwards. Had a little chat with Alison who's back from overseas. The rest of the night was just a lot of transferring of music, talking about stuff, some Glee watching and a lot of catching up.. Well that's the same as talking about stuff except stuff is you know.. Stuff ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeh, a little photo booth too because I'm an ex-camwhore like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4caMX8cqA4/TpHUh_zDLuI/AAAAAAAAJ9s/DJA1xSqIW1k/s1600/Photo%2B1005.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4caMX8cqA4/TpHUh_zDLuI/AAAAAAAAJ9s/DJA1xSqIW1k/s800/Photo%2B1005.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sebJ0W_EmZ8/TpHUiDTMfzI/AAAAAAAAJ90/VwgyBXHvEvM/s1600/Photo%2B1008.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sebJ0W_EmZ8/TpHUiDTMfzI/AAAAAAAAJ90/VwgyBXHvEvM/s800/Photo%2B1008.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLLCubG-Z08/TpHUiPIw1rI/AAAAAAAAJ98/SrSGJ6loenE/s1600/Photo%2B1011.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLLCubG-Z08/TpHUiPIw1rI/AAAAAAAAJ98/SrSGJ6loenE/s800/Photo%2B1011.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA, this last photograph was his idea. He wanted to be a doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, he also took out this scrapbook that I made for him in 2008. Oh gosh, the content hahahaha. Happy that I made the scrapbook because it reminded us of so many things and brought back so much memories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Look at this photograph HAHAHA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class&lt;div="" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTRU77LGLw8/TpHZ_zTCT1I/AAAAAAAAJ-M/X26KKurATO4/s1600/LOLOL.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTRU77LGLw8/TpHZ_zTCT1I/AAAAAAAAJ-M/X26KKurATO4/s800/LOLOL.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh gosh hahaha. I blurred out the background because it's really stupid too HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't even remember some of the things that I wrote in there but it really reminded us about a lot of things. I'm actually really glad that we've been friends for so long. Especially after how so many things have happened. I guess I'm actually pretty blessed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, going to end this post here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-1019513053725257683?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/1019513053725257683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/10/lights-will-guide-you-home-and-ignite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1019513053725257683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1019513053725257683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/10/lights-will-guide-you-home-and-ignite.html' title='Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-W0wPuAG5U/TpHX2HTyHDI/AAAAAAAAJ-E/iPJuUNgDVNk/s72-c/Picture%2B4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-2365607712931186954</id><published>2011-10-06T02:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T02:09:59.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To write love on her arms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just backspaced an entire paragraph. Sometimes, I feel so drawn into blogging about my thoughts, I tend to forget that this blog is too public for a lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This week has been okay. Every week has been okay I think, it's just that there are certain days where I get carried away by certain things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ah forget it, I got nothing to blog about. Here are photographs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IEQSNi0DBAY/ToyaihwUkQI/AAAAAAAAJ9c/Roz809nThtA/s1600/315491_10150312177591546_565831545_8106569_1575457488_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IEQSNi0DBAY/ToyaihwUkQI/AAAAAAAAJ9c/Roz809nThtA/s800/315491_10150312177591546_565831545_8106569_1575457488_n.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite cat came over one night and we sang with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;an old guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua07rXBhfro/Toyai7maEfI/AAAAAAAAJ9k/ZtjgQ0Ol2Cc/s1600/294218_10150311899331546_565831545_8103994_930187251_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua07rXBhfro/Toyai7maEfI/AAAAAAAAJ9k/ZtjgQ0Ol2Cc/s800/294218_10150311899331546_565831545_8103994_930187251_n.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sakae during the weekend with my favourite cat and Abel (who's back from sailing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And today I caught a movie with Abel. Abduction. It wasn't that bad, definitely better than a lot of movies these days but it wasn't exceptionally good either. Happy that they didn't overexpose too much of Taylor Lautner's upper body. I'm really not into that at all, especially since Twilight does too much of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Can't wait for the weekend because Bettina's celebrating her 21st birthday and the bunch haven't met up properly in a long time so I'm looking forward to it. Pretty sure it'll be a blast :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Going, gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-2365607712931186954?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/2365607712931186954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-write-love-on-her-arms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2365607712931186954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2365607712931186954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-write-love-on-her-arms.html' title='To write love on her arms.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IEQSNi0DBAY/ToyaihwUkQI/AAAAAAAAJ9c/Roz809nThtA/s72-c/315491_10150312177591546_565831545_8106569_1575457488_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-9221070907686656549</id><published>2011-09-28T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T01:53:27.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We found love in a hopeless place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggw3HrEm_lA/ToIM3J7h6EI/AAAAAAAAJ9U/JN4HvR1gRKc/s1600/happy.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggw3HrEm_lA/ToIM3J7h6EI/AAAAAAAAJ9U/JN4HvR1gRKc/s800/happy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went to IKEA today with Intan, Aysh and Ummar. 'Twas fun, because we're always talking rubbish and doing stupid things in public. I need to get used to this much nonsense again. My life has been incredibly dull and I must have lost part of my sense of humour along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hope that every weekday and every weekend would be fun. I hope that this weekend would be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Need temporary highs in my life because nothing seems to satisfy nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-9221070907686656549?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/9221070907686656549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-found-love-in-hopeless-place.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/9221070907686656549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/9221070907686656549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-found-love-in-hopeless-place.html' title='We found love in a hopeless place.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggw3HrEm_lA/ToIM3J7h6EI/AAAAAAAAJ9U/JN4HvR1gRKc/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-6014770875191209716</id><published>2011-09-26T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T01:53:45.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="369" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VDIwLDTuILM" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to start to describe last night. I'd never forget last night. Of course, it wouldn't have been great if it wasn't for Gabriel and Laury because they made the night special. Great time catching up as well. Haven't really felt this happy and even though it was only temporary and for a short moment of time, I guess it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the week ahead would be a good one too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-6014770875191209716?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/6014770875191209716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/lighters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6014770875191209716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6014770875191209716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/lighters.html' title='Lighters.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VDIwLDTuILM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-702356830934168106</id><published>2011-09-24T03:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T03:47:36.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeline.</title><content type='html'>Just making a random update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha, as if the archives from my blog and other blogs weren't enough to drive me insane with memories but now Facebook introduced the new profile timeline feature and sigh.. Let's not even go there (even though I know I will be visiting my timeline over and over).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so I cheated and got myself the new profile a few days before it is released to the general public. If you want to go figure out how to get it, you can try googling. But anyway, it's pretty cool. I took some screen captures because I thought it'd be fun to share some stuff in this blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyaIoRBDcqw/TnzZA-lMG3I/AAAAAAAAJ8Q/SiIlmD_C2CM/s1600/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyaIoRBDcqw/TnzZA-lMG3I/AAAAAAAAJ8Q/SiIlmD_C2CM/s800/Picture+14.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeh it'd look like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thought it was pretty interesting. Probably the first change that I enjoy having on Facebook, because all the other changes are just pretty redudant. Yeh as you can see from the screenshot above, the timeline feature is by the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hjHBNBCY3uA/TnzZt_7_ftI/AAAAAAAAJ8U/Sx3uSg3Otec/s1600/Picture+22.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hjHBNBCY3uA/TnzZt_7_ftI/AAAAAAAAJ8U/Sx3uSg3Otec/s800/Picture+22.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When my Facebook was first created. Yeh baby, that was super long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6DlMCwejhc/TnzaIRYqOtI/AAAAAAAAJ8Y/p6NpFO46wek/s1600/Picture+21.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6DlMCwejhc/TnzaIRYqOtI/AAAAAAAAJ8Y/p6NpFO46wek/s800/Picture+21.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My first photo album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZug90GbJ74/TnzaZY5saLI/AAAAAAAAJ8c/BKJKmVjEYeY/s1600/Picture+23.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZug90GbJ74/TnzaZY5saLI/AAAAAAAAJ8c/BKJKmVjEYeY/s800/Picture+23.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh these are my like some of my first friends and first comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's kind of funny Laury got a giant preview over there, I think it has something to do with how much someone comments on your wall or Facebook family relationships. But yeh. The last comment is super funny, because from 2007 onwards, I probably evolved several times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9aeQcjBFFCg/Tnzb-j_DxnI/AAAAAAAAJ8g/aFshzU3kJVg/s1600/2.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9aeQcjBFFCg/Tnzb-j_DxnI/AAAAAAAAJ8g/aFshzU3kJVg/s800/2.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, oh this photo album, I remember that day like it was yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBWZqjq1xHo/Tnzcf2QbPpI/AAAAAAAAJ8o/j9xLNM6slMQ/s1600/4.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBWZqjq1xHo/Tnzcf2QbPpI/AAAAAAAAJ8o/j9xLNM6slMQ/s800/4.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh this Youth Camp haha. This was when I enjoyed going for Youth Camps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b2Cgvwv5t7Q/TnzdIkwBcXI/AAAAAAAAJ8s/18lizNZagDo/s1600/1.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b2Cgvwv5t7Q/TnzdIkwBcXI/AAAAAAAAJ8s/18lizNZagDo/s800/1.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha this video. I remember there was another one too. The joys of panel painting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFinLwUfjQI/TnzdewzZrKI/AAAAAAAAJ8w/YLZIvSPAKjU/s1600/3.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFinLwUfjQI/TnzdewzZrKI/AAAAAAAAJ8w/YLZIvSPAKjU/s800/3.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, this was when someone chio came to visit hahaha. I miss you tree :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NStqVsx5464/TnzhOBxmvQI/AAAAAAAAJ9M/47RSHdCo9II/s1600/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NStqVsx5464/TnzhOBxmvQI/AAAAAAAAJ9M/47RSHdCo9II/s800/Picture+13.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2009 was an interesting year, especially towards the end of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zL-G9varwC4/Tnzd3HViEmI/AAAAAAAAJ80/oBHunkvR6-o/s1600/6.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zL-G9varwC4/Tnzd3HViEmI/AAAAAAAAJ80/oBHunkvR6-o/s800/6.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I remember this day. It was a 4th Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Gabriel and I were both tired after service so we went to lay our heads on the table in the Sunday School room and then Bettina came along with her camera. And so we camwhored like crazy. It says in the album that we took 75 photographs but I'm pretty sure there was more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1ZmzZFIiqg/Tnzekpy2meI/AAAAAAAAJ88/8-4BonA1MkA/s1600/7.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1ZmzZFIiqg/Tnzekpy2meI/AAAAAAAAJ88/8-4BonA1MkA/s800/7.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and then Gabriel and I decided to get together for more than a year before we broke up HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdtDGKrvf8Y/Tnze_eflPII/AAAAAAAAJ9A/D_lMSrZAw7s/s1600/5.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdtDGKrvf8Y/Tnze_eflPII/AAAAAAAAJ9A/D_lMSrZAw7s/s800/5.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and then there were those days that we used to go out with Louie all the time hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uHovHDv-J8/TnzfBhEzEMI/AAAAAAAAJ9E/hp0n6I7zjtI/s1600/8.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uHovHDv-J8/TnzfBhEzEMI/AAAAAAAAJ9E/hp0n6I7zjtI/s800/8.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually really miss those times a lot, like mega a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLW2CHM5gnA/TnzfcurpAcI/AAAAAAAAJ9I/bcJZMbiWxzA/s1600/9.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLW2CHM5gnA/TnzfcurpAcI/AAAAAAAAJ9I/bcJZMbiWxzA/s800/9.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top 3 people most photographed with in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess back then I really did take a lot of photographs eh?&amp;nbsp;I guess it comes with age as well, and how much I actually spend socializing and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh Facebook, I guess you can be useful sometimes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&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/8319142563498522496-702356830934168106?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/702356830934168106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/timeline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/702356830934168106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/702356830934168106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/timeline.html' title='Timeline.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyaIoRBDcqw/TnzZA-lMG3I/AAAAAAAAJ8Q/SiIlmD_C2CM/s72-c/Picture+14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-862818445240224594</id><published>2011-09-22T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:46:46.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to a very special friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249234_10150185473271728_590876727_7004715_439430_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249234_10150185473271728_590876727_7004715_439430_n.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday my dearest didi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've actually been saving up on a lot of things that I'd like to say to you over a long period of time. But honestly, I'm afraid that because there have been so many things going on, my memory would fail on me and that one birthday post such as this wouldn't be enough to talk about everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's no surprise that you're so special to me. After all, you're one of the few friends that I've stayed close to over so many years and I'm still really thankful for our friendship. You're also one of the few friends that has been through thick and thin with me, all the ups and downs and also, the various walls and barriers that were built over the years. I'm just really glad that we've made it through everything and that we always manage to resolve our problems in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This year has been pretty bad for me, especially this period of time. But I'm really thankful for that one night you called me on your own accord and also stayed on the phone with me even though I wasn't talking and even though it was late and you had school the next day. When you knew I needed someone and I was about to give up on everything. And also for that very day that we met really early in the morning, to hear me out and knock some sense into me. I was really thankful to have you around. And I'm also really happy that you've kept to your word, that you'll always be here for me no matter what. You're not just a friend in time of need, but also a life saver. Just thought you should know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am so glad that we finally got to hang out properly recently, no awkward moments but just having a great time being crazy and also talk about everything through the night. I'm so glad that that we were able to get along and talk like we used to years ago. Can't believe it took us this long to finally become this close again but I'm glad that we've made it through everything. Especially since there have been so many things going on over the years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hope you'll always stay the way you are and that you'll always stay happy. Remember that I'll always be here no matter what. Thank you for everything, always. Have a very blessed birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KOR KOR LOVES YOU! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-862818445240224594?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/862818445240224594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-to-very-special-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/862818445240224594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/862818445240224594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-to-very-special-friend.html' title='Happy birthday to a very special friend.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-3282464952231209061</id><published>2011-09-18T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T05:36:22.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were you, when everything was falling apart?</title><content type='html'>Can't feel worse than I already feel right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess there are a lot of things that can stand through the test of time but it's called test for a reason and I guess there are a couple of things that I don't make it through either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just feel kind of stupid it took me some time to realise certain things and that there are a number of things that I should have avoided from the start. Well, too late for regrets now. Time will continue to tell a lot of other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's for the best, I won't be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-3282464952231209061?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/3282464952231209061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-were-you-when-everything-was.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/3282464952231209061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/3282464952231209061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-were-you-when-everything-was.html' title='Where were you, when everything was falling apart?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-4380613164440485411</id><published>2011-09-16T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T00:40:37.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd wait here forever, just to see you smile.</title><content type='html'>No photographs for this post. I think photographs have become a thing of the past, or maybe it's because I don't have a proper camera. Either way, photographs are still a good way of reminiscing a lot of things. Good or bad, it goes both ways I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the last sentence in the last post. Yeh, just some thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the bad habit of venturing into archives has now gone into the archives of others as well. And I actually realise that this is even more depressing than it is going through my own archives. But I guess it can be a good thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week has seen me as a hermit except for the night I went out with Siyun just to have dinner and catch up at my new favourite hang out. That is, the Hong Kong cafe at East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like being a hermit, it keeps me away from things. But I guess it's not really healthy either because staying home makes me crazy. Crazy in a lot of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Jay this evening to watch a movie and have dinner at Dhoby Ghaut. He asked if I still updated my blog and so if you ever visit this page, hi Jay. Thanks for the day, 'twas fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; pertaining to a lot of things nowadays. Oh and this paragraph is in no relation to anything that I've wrote about in this post. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being really open nowadays on my blog. Can't tell if it's a good thing. But I know it just makes me more vulnerable to a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay to smile when you have no reason to? Does that make you insensitive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-4380613164440485411?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/4380613164440485411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/id-wait-here-forever-just-to-see-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4380613164440485411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4380613164440485411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/id-wait-here-forever-just-to-see-you.html' title='I&apos;d wait here forever, just to see you smile.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-1574964111526194241</id><published>2011-09-12T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T18:37:02.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6202hj7hn1qbw4dpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="548" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6202hj7hn1qbw4dpo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-1574964111526194241?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/1574964111526194241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1574964111526194241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1574964111526194241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-736198158676038655</id><published>2011-09-11T05:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T05:49:12.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With arms wide open.</title><content type='html'>Kind of wanted to start off this blog post with a photograph of Ruifen and I from our freshman year but I couldn't find any proper photographs of us. Proper meaning, that I don't look ridiculously awkward haha. I actually have one that I tried editing but it still looks really weird so heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that we went out the other day. So much fun catching up with one another about our lives and a lot of other things (of course school being one of them). I really miss school when everyone was still around. I mean, we were stressed and all but everyone was great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, Ruifen is one of those people who's glad that she's my friend and not my enemy. Okay, I have to admit that I can churn up the most amazing insults for people that I detest and my words are almost always lethal. Got to cut down on the talking and more on the "can't be bothered-ness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's 5:46am and I got to be up in like 45 minutes and I'm not asleep. Well actually, I was. But I seem to get up at the most weirdest times nowadays and I probably have like two hours of sleep or something. Don't really know what's wrong with me nowadays. Well actually I do, but yeh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you don't like wordy posts, though I really can't be bothered if you don't HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-736198158676038655?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/736198158676038655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/with-arms-wide-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/736198158676038655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/736198158676038655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/with-arms-wide-open.html' title='With arms wide open.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7350963735397798857</id><published>2011-09-09T03:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T04:02:28.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumped up kicks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I still think that this new blogger interface needs to take some getting used to. Gah, so many changes as of late. Truth be told, I hate having to adapt to changes. So tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you must know why I'm awake at 3:33am (time when I last looked at the clock), some weird thing from downstairs kept crying and crying. The cry was something between a meh and a quack. Horrible noise though. It didn't help that a cockroach also brushed my leg and that was the last straw. Turned on the lights and that idiot died a terrible death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This week has been extremely eventful so I'm very thankful. Thankful because school has robbed me of chances to go out and enjoy for real so I'm going to take advantage of my holidays and try to appreciate it as much as possible. Well, at least before the real hell, that is FYP, starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday night was spent with Albird and Laury at Tampines because we went to watch Crazy Stupid Love, which wasn't that great actually but I guess it's personal preference. That night was really funny though, Laury would know because we kept having unexpected coincidences HAHA. &lt;i&gt;(Also, thank you for the wristband from H&amp;amp;M, I love it!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Was supposed to have supper on Tuesday night with Thorny Loy but that plan didn't materialise.. And I can't really remember what happened on Tuesday either. Strange.. HAHA. I shall leave this paragraph as it is until I remember what happened on Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FA3BV4YG_nY/TmkX__9LwOI/AAAAAAAAJ8M/0PMUr2xdMwo/s1600/194618_10150279086896546_565831545_7918005_2087458_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FA3BV4YG_nY/TmkX__9LwOI/AAAAAAAAJ8M/0PMUr2xdMwo/s800/194618_10150279086896546_565831545_7918005_2087458_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went to school in the afternoon on Monday to check on the release of my grades and also had some briefing regarding the projects to come in the months ahead. And then I cabbed home because I was too lazy to take the bus home. Charles came over to study while I was watching Heroes (the Korean variety one, not the other one that I really can't be assed to watch). Had dinner at the Hong Kong Cafe at East Coast Park and then we chatted 'til late downstairs my house. I enjoyed that night really much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k1yfeVfbS1c/TmkX_Ssqm8I/AAAAAAAAJ8E/lFOlkAIARQI/s1600/178aeda9ccb1daad042554df08b335ad.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k1yfeVfbS1c/TmkX_Ssqm8I/AAAAAAAAJ8E/lFOlkAIARQI/s800/178aeda9ccb1daad042554df08b335ad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Had a sashimi buffet with my mother swan on Wednesday, where else but Nihon Mura? Great time catching up on a lot of things and also, talking about a lot of other rubbish that we always do. Did a bit of walking and window shopping at Tampines 1 and then I had to get froyo because froyo is good HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thursday afternoon, I made my way to Leisure Park to meet Louie but the sky wasn't being very kind. The surroundings wasn't kind either because I couldn't find shelter so I was completely drenched by the time I walked to the nearest bus stop (which wasn't near Leisure Park by the way). Coincidentally met Weihan there who asked me to call Louie for help HAHA. Thank God I did because I seriously needed a set of extra clothes. Cabbed to Leisure Park to meet Louie because the subsequent bus to my destination was in 24 minutes. ANYWAY, HAHA he was so unsure of his choice of clothes for me, it seemed to bother him a lot hahaha. But I was like, ah just get me clothes 'cos I really wanted to change out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So yeh, I watched Smurfs looking dressed up for Sentosa HAHA. Which is coincidental I guess, 'cos there was a bunch of people that went to Sentosa right? Heh. The movie was okay but I think it was catered more towards kids and adults that want to feel like a kid again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the movie, Louie and I cabbed back to my place to catch up, talk about hamsters, watch videos of snakes eating animals (even though I was mega reluctant) and "networked" about everything HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, this post has been good yes? It makes me feel like an outgoing person, which is completely not true considering the person that I am now. Feel so introverted hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Meeting Ruifen at town later, can't wait! I miss her so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ALRIGHT, ending here, have a great rest of the week everyone! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8319142563498522496-7350963735397798857?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7350963735397798857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/pumped-up-kicks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7350963735397798857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7350963735397798857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/pumped-up-kicks.html' title='Pumped up kicks.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FA3BV4YG_nY/TmkX__9LwOI/AAAAAAAAJ8M/0PMUr2xdMwo/s72-c/194618_10150279086896546_565831545_7918005_2087458_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-2584159331357448466</id><published>2011-09-06T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T05:44:14.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By my side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtrKBft-ivo/TmVCHZ1hEPI/AAAAAAAAJ78/kKv8qP78TGo/s1600/Photo%2B1000.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtrKBft-ivo/TmVCHZ1hEPI/AAAAAAAAJ78/kKv8qP78TGo/s800/Photo%2B1000.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't felt this alright in awhile, so today marks a difference from the days before this. I don't know if I've said this on this blog, but I really need to start appreciating life a lot more and I'm making that conscious effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt pretty stupid the other day because I did certain things that I shouldn't have but I'm alright now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you must know, I got a D for my interim grades. That's for my core module by the way. Yeh, it's not that great, I know that, I would expect that too. But I'm thankful for a D because a failing grade would have been worse. I can safely say.. Wait, no. I am very certain that this is God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post was supposed to be dedicated to a person, very special in my life. But I'll save that for a post some time within this month. Because it'll be really awkward to say certain things in this post at the moment. Like the first two paragraphs weren't obvious enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall end this post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-2584159331357448466?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/2584159331357448466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/by-my-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2584159331357448466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2584159331357448466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/by-my-side.html' title='By my side.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtrKBft-ivo/TmVCHZ1hEPI/AAAAAAAAJ78/kKv8qP78TGo/s72-c/Photo%2B1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-5177024752707649194</id><published>2011-09-03T05:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T17:23:41.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want the world to see me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpgto64sAG1r07qxyo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpgto64sAG1r07qxyo1_500.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this really bad habit of going through my archives and reading through old posts to see how life was and everything. So I headed back like a year or so and tried to read about what I blogged about last year but I realised that my life was so uninteresting, so I went back a little further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really miss how everything was in the past. Like, so much. I wouldn't say it was simpler but I think I was truly happy back then. Like, really happy. And I had so many people to lean on and everyone was like family. I'm not saying that everyone around me is not like family to me now, it's just that I've grown to be less dependent on others (and I don't know if that's a good thing). I kind of miss depending on others because at least I didn't seem that alone all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I don't really know when I started becoming reclusive. I guess there's a part of me that's scared that certain things would repeat itself and so I avoid complications altogether. But I guess that doesn't really help since my life is a complete mess right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why it's a good idea to take a break from everything now. But, gah you know I really feel like letting it all out here, or to someone at least. And bah, I just backspaced a whole lot of shit that I just wrote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shan't go into details though. Because I don't wish to open up anymore. I've got this quote from a movie: "If you don't open up, you're never going to heal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I'm never going to heal then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not good to walk away, even from the ones closest to you. But if there's anything, I'd rather be upset on my own than have everyone share my burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-5177024752707649194?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/5177024752707649194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-want-world-to-see-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5177024752707649194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5177024752707649194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-want-world-to-see-me.html' title='I don&apos;t want the world to see me.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-4601254527364267621</id><published>2011-08-22T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:28:58.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misguided ghosts.</title><content type='html'>I always feel sad thinking about how much more I could have done if I hadn't fall sick during the most critical period of my project.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too late for regrets now, I'm just super sorry to myself for even getting into this mess in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must not give in to being sad. Ha, right, already did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-4601254527364267621?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/4601254527364267621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/misguided-ghosts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4601254527364267621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4601254527364267621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/misguided-ghosts.html' title='Misguided ghosts.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-9212598578182854554</id><published>2011-08-22T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T01:39:22.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always shine, next to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9HWWFVsDH00" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm glad the week is finally coming to an end. As a matter of fact, it has ended. Also, submission is on the 24th. Can't wait until everything is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please give me your support :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-9212598578182854554?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/9212598578182854554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/always-shine-next-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/9212598578182854554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/9212598578182854554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/always-shine-next-to-me.html' title='Always shine, next to me.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9HWWFVsDH00/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-1532966340887522755</id><published>2011-08-20T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T21:38:33.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thought I'd update a proper blog post for once. Haha, got to remember that I have two other blogs for my misery and it's definitely this one but sigh. I realise that I used to blog with a happier tone, yeh it just dawned upon me as I was reading my archives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think as you grow older, a lot of things don't seem to excite you that much anymore. And to be honest, I'm pretty contented just being unhappy everyday. Not that it's a good thing but it seems to be the norm for now. Especially since I suffer in design school everyday. Sometimes I wonder why I'm even in this course, and then I remember that I actually wanted to be in it (somehow..) so I shouldn't complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Feeling a lot better today. The flu has been killing me for the past few days, I've been semi-bedridden and I can't remember the last time I did something interesting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so I had a small snack at Hong Kong Cafe with Susanne and Rachelle today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_TIvK2aaPk/Tk-3ILMQ79I/AAAAAAAAJ7s/MmXREDtxPi0/s1600/winnie.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_TIvK2aaPk/Tk-3ILMQ79I/AAAAAAAAJ7s/MmXREDtxPi0/s800/winnie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQeCEi71HwM/Tk-3Hy6TsnI/AAAAAAAAJ7k/nFcN8KcWm8k/s1600/d734843e23f47bddf48ac5aa86498a37.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQeCEi71HwM/Tk-3Hy6TsnI/AAAAAAAAJ7k/nFcN8KcWm8k/s800/d734843e23f47bddf48ac5aa86498a37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tV-deApqteg/Tk-3H8Y24SI/AAAAAAAAJ7c/qQkRqL5xJMM/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tV-deApqteg/Tk-3H8Y24SI/AAAAAAAAJ7c/qQkRqL5xJMM/s800/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oKzUS6W2Jiw/Tk-3HioqFKI/AAAAAAAAJ7U/Cn1Jkf7p0WM/s1600/9ab5f42eb24b0a0d8f353f5995a48daf.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oKzUS6W2Jiw/Tk-3HioqFKI/AAAAAAAAJ7U/Cn1Jkf7p0WM/s800/9ab5f42eb24b0a0d8f353f5995a48daf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vag28ZooqVI/Tk-3HeGJH7I/AAAAAAAAJ7M/NbryDLok6ec/s1600/4fb5a229602dceaaf0cea934776c5721.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vag28ZooqVI/Tk-3HeGJH7I/AAAAAAAAJ7M/NbryDLok6ec/s800/4fb5a229602dceaaf0cea934776c5721.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haven't been taking proper photographs in awhile, or posting them here for that matter. I hope these photographs would make up for all the loss of happier photographs HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Suddenly, it seems like this blog isn't so nice to read anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, that should change. Soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay bye HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-1532966340887522755?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/1532966340887522755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/thought-id-update-proper-blog-post-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1532966340887522755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1532966340887522755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/thought-id-update-proper-blog-post-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_TIvK2aaPk/Tk-3ILMQ79I/AAAAAAAAJ7s/MmXREDtxPi0/s72-c/winnie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-4112743899893176144</id><published>2011-08-17T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T01:38:29.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicious cycles.</title><content type='html'>What am I hanging on to anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-4112743899893176144?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/4112743899893176144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/vicious-cycles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4112743899893176144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4112743899893176144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/vicious-cycles.html' title='Vicious cycles.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-5997783720031322342</id><published>2011-08-15T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:41:32.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the back of my hand.</title><content type='html'>Down with a terrible flu. Sore throat, fever, body aches and I feel like I'm floating. Haha, it would be extremely fun to say that it's because it's the 7th month and stuff like that but I don't believe in that so yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Laury and I saw this guy standing on the MRT tracks waving at us. This happened during the ungodly hours of the morning. Normally, people would get creeped out but we thought it was really funny and we kept laughing over and over. We didn't have alcohol that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school tomorrow, here's hoping I don't faint on Dover Road while crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-5997783720031322342?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/5997783720031322342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/like-back-of-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5997783720031322342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5997783720031322342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/like-back-of-my-hand.html' title='Like the back of my hand.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-5061338359382381916</id><published>2011-08-13T04:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T04:12:44.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even though it's been awhile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd2U8T8BL1M/TkWJGPU5xxI/AAAAAAAAJ60/2LeZ-HLK_1o/s1600/Image.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd2U8T8BL1M/TkWJGPU5xxI/AAAAAAAAJ60/2LeZ-HLK_1o/s800/Image.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-5061338359382381916?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/5061338359382381916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/even-though-its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5061338359382381916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5061338359382381916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/even-though-its-been-awhile.html' title='Even though it&apos;s been awhile.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd2U8T8BL1M/TkWJGPU5xxI/AAAAAAAAJ60/2LeZ-HLK_1o/s72-c/Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7562717101654431382</id><published>2011-08-10T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:12:28.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's kind of a funny story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lppt8uje5m1qzhvg4o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" width="500" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lppt8uje5m1qzhvg4o1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-7562717101654431382?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7562717101654431382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-kind-of-funny-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7562717101654431382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7562717101654431382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-kind-of-funny-story.html' title='It&apos;s kind of a funny story.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-8578066930286986440</id><published>2011-08-06T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:08:58.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody said it was easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8wvntx8PmMM/Tj0SJ5k_eJI/AAAAAAAAJ5o/tPIncAbLBc0/s1600/IMG_1286.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8wvntx8PmMM/Tj0SJ5k_eJI/AAAAAAAAJ5o/tPIncAbLBc0/s800/IMG_1286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, thought I'd update this space to keep it alive. The last post wasn't exactly helping to help lift the atmosphere of the blog haha (if it even had one to begin with).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess things can only gradually get better even though I'm still trying to keep up with everything. I shall force myself to do work later even though I'm really tired of it for now but submission is near so I might as well press on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-8578066930286986440?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/8578066930286986440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/nobody-said-it-was-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8578066930286986440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8578066930286986440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/08/nobody-said-it-was-easy.html' title='Nobody said it was easy.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8wvntx8PmMM/Tj0SJ5k_eJI/AAAAAAAAJ5o/tPIncAbLBc0/s72-c/IMG_1286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7035153224581652631</id><published>2011-07-27T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:00:54.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart keeps falling faster.</title><content type='html'>This week is not the best time to fall sick. Honestly, I just feel like giving up on everything right now. I don't know how long more I can hang on to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's growing distant and the light at the end of the tunnel is growing faint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-7035153224581652631?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7035153224581652631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7035153224581652631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7035153224581652631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='My heart keeps falling faster.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7937027281490147377</id><published>2011-07-17T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T03:18:00.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd wait here forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been bogged down by so many things, it's starting to take a toll on me. My studies, my emotions and everything else that is in relation to it. But I'll get through this even though I'm pretty unsure of what I'm hanging on to at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's alright, you guys can call me an emotional wreck. I'm fine with it because it's all I've been lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past week has been rather eventful and I'm glad I managed to get down to accomplishing a goal that I've set for myself (since a few months back) today. It was kind of like a blast to the past, but I'm not the kind of person who likes to leave things unsettled. All I can say is, I miss how everything was and life has been pretty empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can only gradually get better :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-7937027281490147377?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7937027281490147377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/07/id-wait-here-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7937027281490147377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7937027281490147377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/07/id-wait-here-forever.html' title='I&apos;d wait here forever.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-9200168039590142713</id><published>2011-07-13T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:00:00.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be close behind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Three days into the week and I wish it'd end already. But here's wishing that it'll be pretty bearable until the weekend. You know, if I continue doing what I'm doing now, I'd probably be digging my own grave. Just thought I should remind myself to stop&amp;nbsp;shoveling and start doing something better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of my weekend was well spent with Laury. I always enjoy the time we spend together, because she gets me and my flow and everything we do floats our boats. Also met up with Albert, 'twas good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrupt ending; I should probably sleep :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-9200168039590142713?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/9200168039590142713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/07/ill-be-close-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/9200168039590142713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/9200168039590142713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/07/ill-be-close-behind.html' title='I&apos;ll be close behind.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-5289859888361936642</id><published>2011-07-06T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T01:02:51.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing, swing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0QEYHbPH0QU/ThM85hnFxqI/AAAAAAAAJ3s/-NajQ010Wqc/s1600/IMG-20110705-00106%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0QEYHbPH0QU/ThM85hnFxqI/AAAAAAAAJ3s/-NajQ010Wqc/s800/IMG-20110705-00106%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of this week has been a roller coaster of emotions for me. Especially when things started to escalate yesterday and the day before that. But I'm glad to have people around me who understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my favourite cat Laury, you'll always be my favourite cat :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-5289859888361936642?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/5289859888361936642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/07/swing-swing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5289859888361936642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5289859888361936642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/07/swing-swing.html' title='Swing, swing.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0QEYHbPH0QU/ThM85hnFxqI/AAAAAAAAJ3s/-NajQ010Wqc/s72-c/IMG-20110705-00106%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-700766884490245764</id><published>2011-07-02T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:51:13.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After all this time, I never thought we'd be here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g--LedhX2EQ/Tg877PD0P8I/AAAAAAAAJ3k/-iF9eDZAsDY/s1600/Photo%2B985.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g--LedhX2EQ/Tg877PD0P8I/AAAAAAAAJ3k/-iF9eDZAsDY/s800/Photo%2B985.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sorry it's been awhile. I've been relatively busy with things that I shouldn't be busy with. School has started and I'm pretty thankful that the classmates that I hang out with have made school a lot more bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been rather mundane as of late. I wouldn't say that it's completely mundane but recently I've been disinterested in a lot of things (even the things that used to interest me). I don't know if it's part of growing up or that I've just become nonchalant/apathetic to a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want this to be another long wordy post. Sometimes I wished I could talk about a lot of things but things are getting messier and messier and it just sucks being in my position. I feel like I've been carrying so much weight that I shouldn't even be carrying in the first place, similar to the things I've been busy with. I guess they're all interrelated in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess things were a lot simpler when I was 16 and having the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As kids, we used to wish we could grow older faster.&amp;nbsp;Truth is, we grow older too quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-700766884490245764?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/700766884490245764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/07/sat-by-river-and-it-made-me-complete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/700766884490245764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/700766884490245764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/07/sat-by-river-and-it-made-me-complete.html' title='After all this time, I never thought we&apos;d be here.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g--LedhX2EQ/Tg877PD0P8I/AAAAAAAAJ3k/-iF9eDZAsDY/s72-c/Photo%2B985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-6684134798719737023</id><published>2011-06-23T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T01:53:22.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I always seem to forget, how fragile are the very strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSaalW40VpI/TgIckEkqqgI/AAAAAAAAJ2g/i6fVOREg74g/s1600/Photo%2B985.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSaalW40VpI/TgIckEkqqgI/AAAAAAAAJ2g/i6fVOREg74g/s800/Photo%2B985.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone! My expenses for the week have been overwhelming and I'm not proud of it. Well, maybe a little because I bought so many things but whatever happened to saving for a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's probably because shopping is therapeutic. It's been awhile since I've felt liberated in various ways, some of which, are not comfortable. One of them would be reformatting my entire laptop (Windows one..) because previously, it wouldn't work. Yeh, that means losing a lot of my files which consists of old photographs and all. I felt like I was deleting part of my life. I actually didn't want to do anything to the laptop but I guess I had no choice. That part of my life, was possibly my happiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my finger yesterday while trying to make myself some accessories from various charms and all. I told everyone that the pain was liberating. I seriously hope I was kidding too haha. I haven't been thinking straight eh? Okay, I'm obviously kidding. I'm not suicidal or a masochist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I walked in the rain. Well the last time I got really drenched was when I was alone stoning at some playground in the heavy rain. It's different because nobody was around and I'm usually self conscious (about my hair getting wet). This time I got myself completely drenched and it was fun. I actually love the rain. Once again, it was liberating (mostly because it was fun getting caught in the rain). I just hope that I don't catch a cold or anything but I highly doubt so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the post is getting wordy. A big pat on the back to everyone who has made it through the post until this word. You're a true reader man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I wish all of you happiness :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-6684134798719737023?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/6684134798719737023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-always-seem-to-forget-how-fragile-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6684134798719737023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6684134798719737023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-always-seem-to-forget-how-fragile-are.html' title='I always seem to forget, how fragile are the very strong.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSaalW40VpI/TgIckEkqqgI/AAAAAAAAJ2g/i6fVOREg74g/s72-c/Photo%2B985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-6948651950191743959</id><published>2011-06-22T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T00:52:32.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln5eb2qAsB1qzhvg4o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln5eb2qAsB1qzhvg4o1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-6948651950191743959?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/6948651950191743959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6948651950191743959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6948651950191743959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-4480812163898551741</id><published>2011-06-15T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T16:52:47.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7VDvxAI-gqI/Tfhwt9HqR6I/AAAAAAAAJ2A/j0O3lRV-OM4/s1600/myself.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7VDvxAI-gqI/Tfhwt9HqR6I/AAAAAAAAJ2A/j0O3lRV-OM4/s800/myself.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blonder days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hey people! I'm back and ready to update (I think..) hehehe. Okay so anyway, I found out yesterday something new that I've never heard of myself. HAHA, the reasons people give to hate me nowadays are so funny it's almost unreal. Actually, it is unreal. Stupid people, you know who you are.. *Shifty eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;YA YA YA, continue reading my blog and hating on me. It doesn't make you any more good looking or &amp;nbsp;better than the stupid person you are already :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, camp was kind of refreshing I guess. It was a week to take my mind away from a lot of things, and it worked while I was there of course. I wouldn't say the hotel was that fantastic but the company was great :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_H209Pm1ms/TfhwuEmZcMI/AAAAAAAAJ2I/9CEYODOilSs/s1600/photo-3.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_H209Pm1ms/TfhwuEmZcMI/AAAAAAAAJ2I/9CEYODOilSs/s800/photo-3.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at Joe Ho hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10l3F9E_jZk/TfhwukdNhWI/AAAAAAAAJ2Q/trHGn5MS_UY/s1600/photo-2.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10l3F9E_jZk/TfhwukdNhWI/AAAAAAAAJ2Q/trHGn5MS_UY/s800/photo-2.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our favourite face of the month D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QF_25VZ3Abo/Tfhwu4vwKfI/AAAAAAAAJ2Y/6AIyk2mVgHE/s1600/photo-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QF_25VZ3Abo/Tfhwu4vwKfI/AAAAAAAAJ2Y/6AIyk2mVgHE/s800/photo-1.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Becky Tan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, the week after camp didn't start well for me but I'm pretty okay now. I realise that whenever I have something like a reason to be angry about someone/something, it keeps me happy(?) HAHA. I guess I'm cynical like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But seriously.. If you're going to go around saying things about me, at least pick the right people? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, mega love HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See ya, don't wanna be ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. Twinny, if you're reading this. Thank you for the presents, the rum and raisin ice cream and everything else :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-4480812163898551741?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/4480812163898551741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-getting-old-and-i-need-something-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4480812163898551741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4480812163898551741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-getting-old-and-i-need-something-to.html' title='I&apos;m getting old and I need something to rely on.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7VDvxAI-gqI/Tfhwt9HqR6I/AAAAAAAAJ2A/j0O3lRV-OM4/s72-c/myself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-2176780623075562545</id><published>2011-06-06T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:46:04.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere only we know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2WgEnENOcmE/TezmI6z16MI/AAAAAAAAJ14/c6BPOYU4Ql0/s1600/photo.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2WgEnENOcmE/TezmI6z16MI/AAAAAAAAJ14/c6BPOYU4Ql0/s800/photo.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A weekend to remember :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah, I'm kind of excited. I'm going to Malaysia tomorrow for vacation, along with my friends from church. Well, not everyone are friends but I think you get my point hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this liberation is starting to take its proper form. I hope it'll be a good week for me. Going to miss my friends in Singapore though. I'll be back soon!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I had so many things I wanted to write in this post, but nothing seems to come to my mind right now. Never mind, I shall leave this post short and sweet then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been, well I don't know what it's been but it's alright I guess. Alright, that's about it. See all of you soon!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-2176780623075562545?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/2176780623075562545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/06/somewhere-only-we-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2176780623075562545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2176780623075562545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/06/somewhere-only-we-know.html' title='Somewhere only we know.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2WgEnENOcmE/TezmI6z16MI/AAAAAAAAJ14/c6BPOYU4Ql0/s72-c/photo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-2329474168261277514</id><published>2011-06-02T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:43:09.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llaayei9Lr1qzhvg4o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llaayei9Lr1qzhvg4o1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess the countdown got cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Always a failure eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-2329474168261277514?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/2329474168261277514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/06/guess-countdown-got-cut-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2329474168261277514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2329474168261277514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/06/guess-countdown-got-cut-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-86132033240107743</id><published>2011-05-31T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:29:29.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you ever think you're drowning, I'll try to slow the rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzdueeH_hxY/TeTcyEXt_jI/AAAAAAAAJ1s/O8oPlOarvFs/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img "="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzdueeH_hxY/TeTcyEXt_jI/AAAAAAAAJ1s/O8oPlOarvFs/s800/photo.JPG" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi Laurywsh :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just completed two submission as of now, one more to go and then critique. I'm really not looking forward to that one. So vexed, so vexed. But I got to pull myself together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dawn wrote something encouraging on Whatsapp yesterday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No amount of self effort can help us walk on water. When we see that Jesus is above the storms of our lives, we will effortlessly rise above those storms."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, when she wrote that, it was all in capital letters HAHA. Like a wake up call kind of message but heh, I'll just pretend that she typed that with italics and everything haha. I don't think she'll ever read this. But well, it did encouraged me. So thankful to have Christian friends around me in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 more days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can do this Ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. I kind of like it that my tagboard is active for now :)&lt;/i&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/8319142563498522496-86132033240107743?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/86132033240107743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-you-ever-think-youre-drowning-ill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/86132033240107743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/86132033240107743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-you-ever-think-youre-drowning-ill.html' title='If you ever think you&apos;re drowning, I&apos;ll try to slow the rain.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzdueeH_hxY/TeTcyEXt_jI/AAAAAAAAJ1s/O8oPlOarvFs/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-5098611561853237740</id><published>2011-05-31T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T01:03:59.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's why I smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ah, sorry I haven't been updating in awhile. If you should know, I'm really busy with school (even if it doesn't seem like it). The past week has been extremely vexing for me, I don't even know where to begin about how vexing it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last night, was very uncomfortable for me. Haha, I think my health has reached its peak of being super retarded. I had a slight fever, vomit spells and I kept tossing and turning in bed because it was really hard to catch my breath. What the hell, I tried Googling about it. I think it's classified under fatigue. I hope it gets better after submission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But the week was pretty bearable before that. Someone came over to visit and I won't deny this but we actually had a good time catching up and talking about a lot of things that we should have talked about ages ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6IpDtZ0nYdc/TePL0SR9alI/AAAAAAAAJ1M/TiL5zlM3GC0/s1600/Photo%2B1020.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6IpDtZ0nYdc/TePL0SR9alI/AAAAAAAAJ1M/TiL5zlM3GC0/s800/Photo%2B1020.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J-UDWjRFJ7w/TePL0g4XEBI/AAAAAAAAJ1U/47Pkmej6UaY/s1600/Photo%2B1022.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J-UDWjRFJ7w/TePL0g4XEBI/AAAAAAAAJ1U/47Pkmej6UaY/s800/Photo%2B1022.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kv0n3VIgPaE/TePL05iXcoI/AAAAAAAAJ1c/k4LmgbYyHSs/s1600/Photo%2B1035.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kv0n3VIgPaE/TePL05iXcoI/AAAAAAAAJ1c/k4LmgbYyHSs/s800/Photo%2B1035.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh anyway, I've given up on Photoshopping my photographs these days because I can't be bothered anymore. I have no time for a lot of things so photographs should be the least of my priorities right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2Rxn5Hiogw/TePL1K3wssI/AAAAAAAAJ1k/feimHBw2yPA/s1600/Photo%2B1039.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img "="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2Rxn5Hiogw/TePL1K3wssI/AAAAAAAAJ1k/feimHBw2yPA/s800/Photo%2B1039.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, it's not that I look that bad right.. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and I'm really glad for Friday and the weekend. It took my mind off a lot of things for awhile. Until now :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 more days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-5098611561853237740?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/5098611561853237740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/thats-why-i-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5098611561853237740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5098611561853237740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/thats-why-i-smile.html' title='That&apos;s why I smile.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6IpDtZ0nYdc/TePL0SR9alI/AAAAAAAAJ1M/TiL5zlM3GC0/s72-c/Photo%2B1020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-2964160720390317537</id><published>2011-05-24T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:25:17.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who run this mother..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll43acUTcQ1qgrncno1_500.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll43acUTcQ1qgrncno1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still wandering.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha, just between you and I, my health is getting from bad to worse. Recently, it's been really hard to breathe even. Like I have to take deep breaths because I'm always out of breath. I'm starting to wonder how long more I can last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Is it even normal to feel this upset everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Argh, school has been such a mood and energy drainer. I don't know how many times I've said that but it still is the same over the years. Well, maybe a little more for my final year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-2964160720390317537?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/2964160720390317537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-run-this-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2964160720390317537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2964160720390317537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-run-this-mother.html' title='Who run this mother..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7228366321947041103</id><published>2011-05-22T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:30:08.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a catch, what a catch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, for those of you who don't already know.. Wait, what am I saying? I haven't told this to anyone besides my twinny and Becky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My body has been really weak lately. Like whenever I'm walking in the bus towards a seat or heading towards the door to get down from the bus, whenever the bus moves, I tend to fall over very easily. Also, whenever someone pushes me gently and all, my legs tend to give way a lot more easily than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow I think it's because of my lack of sleep when it comes to staying up to complete certain assignments from school. Actually, just a lack of sleep for school general (considering that I have to get up early as well).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But these two people are the sweetest because they surprised me with a giant bottle of milk today. Haha, it was supposed to be a belated birthday gift but I still think it's super sweet. It's the thought that counts right? Super meaningful because they bought it for me due to the whole falling over thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They wrote some notes for me on the milk bottle but the condensation kind of caused some of it to be blur and all so I took and video and made 2 gifs to document them in this blog with whatever they wrote. I mean, after all, someday I'm going to come across this entry to remember all the best memories that happened to me when I was 20 right? Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x50/RyanTheCute/milk1.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x50/RyanTheCute/milk1.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From didi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x50/RyanTheCute/milk2.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x50/RyanTheCute/milk2-2.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From Becky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA, if this is not sweet, I don't know what is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, the both of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This means so much to me! Both of you are the sweetest people ever! I love the both of you so much! *BIG HUG* :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. I'm going to try keep the milk bottle with the words intact for as long as I can HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-7228366321947041103?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7228366321947041103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-catch-what-catch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7228366321947041103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7228366321947041103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-catch-what-catch.html' title='What a catch, what a catch.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-702397039359193573</id><published>2011-05-17T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:04:35.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superfreak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today was just a good day. Possibly the best Vesak Day I've ever had in my entire life (not that I've lived for a long time but you should get my point).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ryan and Becky came over to my place in the morning and then we lazed around and watched some videos on Youtube before heading off for lunch at East Coast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lunch was awesome, just that we ordered a bit too much but all's good because we managed to clear most of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qIYm8NXq1vU/TdKLcyHr-dI/AAAAAAAAJ1E/5dz-7n2mHfE/s1600/226743_1876744471337_1022978300_32090782_2934536_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qIYm8NXq1vU/TdKLcyHr-dI/AAAAAAAAJ1E/5dz-7n2mHfE/s800/226743_1876744471337_1022978300_32090782_2934536_n.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R³ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Headed back to my neighborhood to rent a movie downstairs. We ended up renting "Grown Ups" because Ryan and I agreed that it was funny. After which, we watched "Little Miss Sunshine" which I had downloaded on my Macbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love "Little Miss Sunshine" so much. It's possibly one of the best films I've ever watched. So heartwarming and just different from other films. Love love love "Little Miss Sunshine" and Abigail Breslin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I love the both of them (Ryan and Becky) even more hahaha. Thanks for the day guys! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dinner was with my family at Waraku (East Coast, again). We were supposed to eat somewhere else but there's a long story behind everything and I really can't be bothered to type it all out here but the day was awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkwli4wt1j1qbsxruo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkwli4wt1j1qbsxruo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall end the post here :D&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/8319142563498522496-702397039359193573?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/702397039359193573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/superfreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/702397039359193573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/702397039359193573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/superfreak.html' title='Superfreak.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qIYm8NXq1vU/TdKLcyHr-dI/AAAAAAAAJ1E/5dz-7n2mHfE/s72-c/226743_1876744471337_1022978300_32090782_2934536_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-1019769688166412009</id><published>2011-05-16T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:25:51.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You carry all your thoughts across an open field.</title><content type='html'>This week has been rather eventful. Well, not exactly. But I'm pretty happy right now at how a lot of things are turning out. It feels like life is finally turning around for me slowly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Had dinner with R³ and Denise on Saturday night. I really miss Denise so much haha. Not even sure if you really read this anymore but we should hang out like a lot more :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-4Rc5zc0D8/TdEDzMiYj9I/AAAAAAAAJ00/cFMORQ5tMSw/s1600/230296_10150207490448649_523883648_7093162_7600487_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-4Rc5zc0D8/TdEDzMiYj9I/AAAAAAAAJ00/cFMORQ5tMSw/s800/230296_10150207490448649_523883648_7093162_7600487_n.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Sunday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday was just, beyond awesome. I'm so thankful for Sunday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RFP8YPRSZAs/TdEGWnb99OI/AAAAAAAAJ08/K0dXxRBu_Ws/s1600/photo.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RFP8YPRSZAs/TdEGWnb99OI/AAAAAAAAJ08/K0dXxRBu_Ws/s800/photo.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/8319142563498522496-1019769688166412009?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/1019769688166412009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-carry-all-your-thoughts-across-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1019769688166412009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1019769688166412009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-carry-all-your-thoughts-across-open.html' title='You carry all your thoughts across an open field.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-4Rc5zc0D8/TdEDzMiYj9I/AAAAAAAAJ00/cFMORQ5tMSw/s72-c/230296_10150207490448649_523883648_7093162_7600487_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7842186595175625466</id><published>2011-05-14T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:35:32.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my twinny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBIdiq7qFoc/Tc1rkyJTu6I/AAAAAAAAJ0s/PlOUh6alJf4/s1600/ryan.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBIdiq7qFoc/Tc1rkyJTu6I/AAAAAAAAJ0s/PlOUh6alJf4/s400/ryan.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/8319142563498522496-7842186595175625466?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7842186595175625466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-my-twinny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7842186595175625466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7842186595175625466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-my-twinny.html' title='I love my twinny.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBIdiq7qFoc/Tc1rkyJTu6I/AAAAAAAAJ0s/PlOUh6alJf4/s72-c/ryan.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-8334729227291601627</id><published>2011-05-09T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T00:22:40.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebtL5k8-f2A/TcbBbezStjI/AAAAAAAAJ0U/k98s13PoBIA/s1600/%255BHEHE.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebtL5k8-f2A/TcbBbezStjI/AAAAAAAAJ0U/k98s13PoBIA/s800/%255BHEHE.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Truthfully, I don't know whether this is considered as a form of "Monday Blues" but I think it's worse compared to everyone else. I'm quite surprised that I don't seem to be complaining much about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mondays are a constant reminder of my failure.&lt;/b&gt; Try living with that. I shouldn't even be doing what I am doing right now in life. I don't know, not being emotional, defensive, sensitive or anything else here. But there are worse things to life than Monday Blues. Take it from me, I would know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: 6pt;"&gt;I'm inadequacy at its best.&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/8319142563498522496-8334729227291601627?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/8334729227291601627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8334729227291601627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8334729227291601627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/monday.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebtL5k8-f2A/TcbBbezStjI/AAAAAAAAJ0U/k98s13PoBIA/s72-c/%255BHEHE.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7544582023671916769</id><published>2011-05-05T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T21:19:14.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Miss Ernie "Chio" Chang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s4fEQqyl2M0/TcKjjWcfcSI/AAAAAAAAJ0E/-saqGLqeoxs/s1600/food1.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s4fEQqyl2M0/TcKjjWcfcSI/AAAAAAAAJ0E/-saqGLqeoxs/s800/food1.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sBV744eXx2M/TcKjjhwggbI/AAAAAAAAJ0M/N0xilkf_5sw/s1600/food.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sBV744eXx2M/TcKjjhwggbI/AAAAAAAAJ0M/N0xilkf_5sw/s800/food.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH :9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-7544582023671916769?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7544582023671916769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/dedicated-to-miss-ernie-chio-chang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7544582023671916769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7544582023671916769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/dedicated-to-miss-ernie-chio-chang.html' title='Dedicated to Miss Ernie &quot;Chio&quot; Chang.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s4fEQqyl2M0/TcKjjWcfcSI/AAAAAAAAJ0E/-saqGLqeoxs/s72-c/food1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-6198703646510698190</id><published>2011-05-03T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:35:23.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://instantreplay.tumblr.com" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lklo5hs0RJ1qzhvg4o1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-6198703646510698190?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/6198703646510698190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6198703646510698190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6198703646510698190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-2143381833727030624</id><published>2011-05-01T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:36:04.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you, oh my love.</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been pretty eventful. I'm actually having post-production blues from the play I was just acting in for my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to everyone who responded to my invites and came to watch me perform! Hehe in no particular order, Albird and his two friends, Thorny Loy, Gladys, Geraldine and her boyfriend and anyone else whom I might have missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means so much to me that you guys came to support me (and my gravity defying hair) and I'm so appreciative of all the love and support. I love all of you!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HV4DQybUuyc/Tb16Yr2y2_I/AAAAAAAAJzk/jT_I0-vqxY8/s1600/photo-3.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HV4DQybUuyc/Tb16Yr2y2_I/AAAAAAAAJzk/jT_I0-vqxY8/s800/photo-3.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thorny, Gladys, Madhuri and Laury cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGhlKjRcWQ8/Tb16Yza2RXI/AAAAAAAAJzs/mu0GSUdpAkI/s1600/thorn1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGhlKjRcWQ8/Tb16Yza2RXI/AAAAAAAAJzs/mu0GSUdpAkI/s800/thorn1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aww, my favourite thorn :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNFld7tOvik/Tb161CYR5SI/AAAAAAAAJz8/YRERE5tUus4/s1600/photo-4.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNFld7tOvik/Tb161CYR5SI/AAAAAAAAJz8/YRERE5tUus4/s800/photo-4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Becky! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA I had no idea that we got photobomb-ed by Madhuri at the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I got all of the photographs off Facebook so here's a big thank you to everyone who uploaded the photographs too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shall stop blogging now hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wait, I have to blog about this before I go. Rachel Tan just showed me this really funny photograph and I cannot stop thinking about it HAHAHA what the hell. She's such a kukoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-2143381833727030624?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/2143381833727030624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-you-oh-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2143381833727030624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2143381833727030624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-you-oh-my-love.html' title='I want you, oh my love.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HV4DQybUuyc/Tb16Yr2y2_I/AAAAAAAAJzk/jT_I0-vqxY8/s72-c/photo-3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-4699316707854853111</id><published>2011-04-25T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T11:18:41.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj55lmXsHw1qz4eyeo1_500.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="700" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj55lmXsHw1qz4eyeo1_500.png" width="419" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-4699316707854853111?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/4699316707854853111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4699316707854853111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4699316707854853111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-4500866371632076664</id><published>2011-04-24T02:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T03:54:07.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to make it work but man, these times are hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I shall find time to update this blog properly soon. Today was an eventful day. I really liked today. But like I said, I shall find time actually keep this blog updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jxjnePrFwt0/TbMZKgkrMPI/AAAAAAAAJzc/duHN_IjPYS8/s1600/sakae2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jxjnePrFwt0/TbMZKgkrMPI/AAAAAAAAJzc/duHN_IjPYS8/s800/sakae2.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-4500866371632076664?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/4500866371632076664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/trying-to-make-it-work-but-man-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4500866371632076664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/4500866371632076664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/trying-to-make-it-work-but-man-these.html' title='Trying to make it work but man, these times are hard.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jxjnePrFwt0/TbMZKgkrMPI/AAAAAAAAJzc/duHN_IjPYS8/s72-c/sakae2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-2118553047080226207</id><published>2011-04-21T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T02:46:59.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You found me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_7j7vm1fL1o/Ta8pDLamGaI/AAAAAAAAJzE/gTm1x1vWoQ4/s1600/199275_10150103119256546_565831545_6501657_8242494_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_7j7vm1fL1o/Ta8pDLamGaI/AAAAAAAAJzE/gTm1x1vWoQ4/s800/199275_10150103119256546_565831545_6501657_8242494_n.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, is school. I don't really have to go into details. I'd love to think it's getting better but the assignments are piling up everyday. Kind of glad that I everytime I decide procrastinate, I decide against it as well. I hope I can keep this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I want to do after the play. One thing for sure has to do with my hair. Another is possibly getting it trimmed so that the dead ends are not that obvious at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, go on a shopping spree.. Not possible now that school has started though. But image over everything else. That's how I flow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I forgot that you were this kind of person.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends are so hilarious sometimes hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-2118553047080226207?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/2118553047080226207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-found-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2118553047080226207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2118553047080226207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-found-me.html' title='You found me.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_7j7vm1fL1o/Ta8pDLamGaI/AAAAAAAAJzE/gTm1x1vWoQ4/s72-c/199275_10150103119256546_565831545_6501657_8242494_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-8177980835206783739</id><published>2011-04-19T19:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T19:17:04.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I used to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TplBl7eDrqg/Ta1swH4vagI/AAAAAAAAJy8/8BhPoFO9Qa4/s1600/IMG_0101.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TplBl7eDrqg/Ta1swH4vagI/AAAAAAAAJy8/8BhPoFO9Qa4/s800/IMG_0101.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Jack Kerouac, Beat Generation Poet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got that quote off a theory lecture today. True and precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has grown increasingly stressful, even on the first day. My thoughts? At first it bothered me. I mean, it's normal isn't it? If I said I wasn't bothered by school, then clearly I'm just lying to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I chose to be a design student didn't I? It's funny because when people asked me why I wanted to be a designer, I always tell them that design chose me and not the other way around. However, thinking about it now, I guess I'm better off as a designer because I always wanted to be one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more year, I'm going to prove it to everyone who told me that I couldn't make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-8177980835206783739?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/8177980835206783739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-fault-my-failure-is-not-in-passions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8177980835206783739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8177980835206783739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-fault-my-failure-is-not-in-passions.html' title='Like I used to.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TplBl7eDrqg/Ta1swH4vagI/AAAAAAAAJy8/8BhPoFO9Qa4/s72-c/IMG_0101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-274720578765615107</id><published>2011-04-18T03:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T03:28:35.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What can you do when your good isn't good enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkMXcoPyn1U/Tas8qJR753I/AAAAAAAAJyo/4uXv4p9sWVQ/s1600/photo.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkMXcoPyn1U/Tas8qJR753I/AAAAAAAAJyo/4uXv4p9sWVQ/s800/photo.jpeg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Removed the music from my blog because it's starting to bug me. It was meant to bug everyone else who visited because I wanted to force my readers to listen to my current jams but recently nothing seems to please me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been growing weary from a lot of things as of late. But because I'm wiser now, there are things that I won't even bother writing here or anywhere else. I don't know if that makes me wiser but sometimes there are things best kept to yourself because if you disappoint yourself, you only get disappointed once. Does that even make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kind of anxious that school is starting later. Which probably explains why I can't get to sleep now. Well, I would blame part of it on my abnormal sleeping pattern and also my addiction to Coke (caffeine). I hope this year would be kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The past week has been pretty eventful, had lunch with Geraldine at IKEA, a birthday dinner for Wayne at Aston's with the BDS juniors and lunch with Becky and a birthday dinner with the Ling's "mummy" earlier tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opFHgjMKBeY/Tas8qrJStuI/AAAAAAAAJyw/SlucitPYaZ4/s1600/photo-1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opFHgjMKBeY/Tas8qrJStuI/AAAAAAAAJyw/SlucitPYaZ4/s800/photo-1.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm tired, really tired.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-274720578765615107?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/274720578765615107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-can-do-you-when-your-good-isnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/274720578765615107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/274720578765615107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-can-do-you-when-your-good-isnt.html' title='What can you do when your good isn&apos;t good enough?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkMXcoPyn1U/Tas8qJR753I/AAAAAAAAJyo/4uXv4p9sWVQ/s72-c/photo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-8148465674140737093</id><published>2011-04-17T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T03:35:43.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I give, you take.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljrf1izoXX1qzhvg4o1_r1_500.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljrf1izoXX1qzhvg4o1_r1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-8148465674140737093?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/8148465674140737093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-give-you-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8148465674140737093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8148465674140737093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-give-you-take.html' title='I give, you take.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7426812691716067854</id><published>2011-04-13T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:11:10.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of me died, when I let you go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhkfn5A7IO1qzlir0o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhkfn5A7IO1qzlir0o1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, for those of you who have been doubting me about the whole Coke and ulcer thing.. Aunty Rina said that it works because the Coke kills the bacteria from the ulcers easing the pain. I have a doctor to back me up on this one okay! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's Wednesday already. A few more days and school starts. This year would be different. You'll see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-7426812691716067854?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7426812691716067854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-of-me-died-when-i-let-you-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7426812691716067854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7426812691716067854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-of-me-died-when-i-let-you-go.html' title='Part of me died, when I let you go.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-9091270618913035587</id><published>2011-04-12T04:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:11:30.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in a moment, that wasn't meant to last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVBNC39q358/TaNi2IYJ7RI/AAAAAAAAJyg/1-FPUA6pWCo/s1600/photo-5.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVBNC39q358/TaNi2IYJ7RI/AAAAAAAAJyg/1-FPUA6pWCo/s800/photo-5.jpeg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually took some photographs of my ulcers with the intention of putting them up here but I'm actually disgusted at the photographs myself. Just earlier, my ulcers were bleeding and for that moment I felt super morbid, like I just tortured myself or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing I can do right now is occasionally let out a huge long sigh and soak/bask in this awesome tragic state of mine. This is seriously no joke man, no joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I actually feel like uploading those photographs hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On second thought, nah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Craving for that IKEA salmon salad thingy at the moment. I love how random I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-9091270618913035587?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/9091270618913035587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-get-it-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/9091270618913035587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/9091270618913035587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-get-it-right.html' title='Stuck in a moment, that wasn&apos;t meant to last.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVBNC39q358/TaNi2IYJ7RI/AAAAAAAAJyg/1-FPUA6pWCo/s72-c/photo-5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-382260811350437179</id><published>2011-04-11T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T04:09:28.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll fly away on a trip to your heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I should really invest in a good camera for myself. Phone cameras are okay but the photographs don't really turn out the way I want to be. Well duh, who am I kidding? It's a phone camera after all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So now, I'm officially 20. One year older and blessed with ten ulcers HAHA. It's killing me slowly everyday. My heart dies a little whenever food touches the ulcers accidentally (or when I purposely do things like gargling salt and water).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, shall not bore you with my ever saddening life haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u5vUUhPiD9U/TaLbcW9bddI/AAAAAAAAJyY/1KhJZCLxhtc/s1600/photo-4.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u5vUUhPiD9U/TaLbcW9bddI/AAAAAAAAJyY/1KhJZCLxhtc/s800/photo-4.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday cake from my BDS juniors who celebrated my birthday with me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UG1jIVI1Fk/TaLbXy7NJbI/AAAAAAAAJyQ/YXCnt6RZtvw/s1600/photo-3.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UG1jIVI1Fk/TaLbXy7NJbI/AAAAAAAAJyQ/YXCnt6RZtvw/s800/photo-3.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Flowers from my mother swan and Charlene :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GJdPU4b0L0/TaLbXzl-6fI/AAAAAAAAJyI/6PZ8PGUzfEU/s1600/photo-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GJdPU4b0L0/TaLbXzl-6fI/AAAAAAAAJyI/6PZ8PGUzfEU/s800/photo-1.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA MY ABSTRACT HIPSTER CAKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhbPIzo4rSE/TaLbXQ2kCoI/AAAAAAAAJyA/qaLDSA6kRPQ/s1600/photo-2.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhbPIzo4rSE/TaLbXQ2kCoI/AAAAAAAAJyA/qaLDSA6kRPQ/s800/photo-2.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And my favourite hipster influenced friends hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfGEDXswWao/TaLbXVzuK7I/AAAAAAAAJx4/HjjjIqlFTv4/s1600/me2" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfGEDXswWao/TaLbXVzuK7I/AAAAAAAAJx4/HjjjIqlFTv4/s800/me2" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c5U06caj0WQ/TaLbXAetUvI/AAAAAAAAJxw/b2k5g2cpwmk/s1600/photo.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c5U06caj0WQ/TaLbXAetUvI/AAAAAAAAJxw/b2k5g2cpwmk/s800/photo.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA AND THIS BOY HAD HIS HAIRCUT TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just so you know, I have a hard time talking now because of my ulcers and all. Laury and Albird found it amusing last night because I was communicating half the time with weird hand actions and all. (By the way, I had a great time last night, thanks guys, it was great!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And today, Ryan (the boy, not myself) was just like, irritating me on purpose to make me react or talk because it's funny :( But okay, thanks for the day out twinny hehehe. 'Twas fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, everyone thinks it's funny. Okay it is, but it's painful.. So that kind of makes it not as funny as funny. I know I'm not making sense but it doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And why doesn't anyone believe me that Coke helps to ease the pain???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-382260811350437179?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/382260811350437179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/ill-fly-away-on-trip-to-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/382260811350437179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/382260811350437179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/ill-fly-away-on-trip-to-your-heart.html' title='I&apos;ll fly away on a trip to your heart.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u5vUUhPiD9U/TaLbcW9bddI/AAAAAAAAJyY/1KhJZCLxhtc/s72-c/photo-4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-2686351392627066381</id><published>2011-04-05T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:55:53.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj26feRjC91qc2jhfo1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide which photographs I should post on the blog. I'll think about it in time to come and when "that" period is over haha. So that I can post them altogether, edited and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, a big shout out to Laury Wong. Thank you for the beautiful post on your blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ffeline.blogspot.com/2011/03/ryry.html"&gt;http://ffeline.blogspot.com/2011/03/ryry.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Laury Wong! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I should be leaving my house in awhile. Having lunch with Joshua Tan later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-2686351392627066381?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/2686351392627066381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-dear-were-slow-dancing-in-burning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2686351392627066381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/2686351392627066381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-dear-were-slow-dancing-in-burning.html' title='My dear, we&apos;re slow dancing in a burning room.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7633033171191597700</id><published>2011-04-03T04:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T04:17:21.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I'm turning 20.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMpFSuHSEGw/TZeEANool-I/AAAAAAAAJxo/pfcSf0-MRwg/s1600/bdayme.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMpFSuHSEGw/TZeEANool-I/AAAAAAAAJxo/pfcSf0-MRwg/s800/bdayme.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who's turning 20?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear friends who have not wished me happy birthday.. That's alright, do not panic! It's not my actual birthday yet (I'm taking it that you're reading this post on April the 3rd).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from a gathering not long ago. I had no idea that my friends had a birthday surprise planned for me. I've been so out of touch lately, I didn't think that anyone would even surprise me. It's times like these that I'm reminded that I'm blessed with friends who really love me. And of course, I love them so much too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Rachelle, Susanne, Abel, Bettina, Michelle, Joel and Jun Han for the surprise. Also, my second mummy for cooking dinner. I know I may be really fussy with food, but I still love everything that you cook hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love all of you!! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. Photographs would be up on Facebook soon, right Xiang? :)&lt;/i&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/8319142563498522496-7633033171191597700?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7633033171191597700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cant-believe-im-turning-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7633033171191597700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7633033171191597700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cant-believe-im-turning-20.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I&apos;m turning 20.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMpFSuHSEGw/TZeEANool-I/AAAAAAAAJxo/pfcSf0-MRwg/s72-c/bdayme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-6523897830258619821</id><published>2011-03-29T00:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:52:31.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got closet filled up to the brim, with the ghosts of my past and the skeletons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4sdfqY860U/TZC4IM39lkI/AAAAAAAAJxY/mtijNfOM5zI/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4sdfqY860U/TZC4IM39lkI/AAAAAAAAJxY/mtijNfOM5zI/s400/photo.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone's coming home soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really should be sleeping right now but I'm keeping myself up for some reason. I don't even if I'm supposed to be waiting because I'm not getting any replies. For the first time in a long time, when I'm actually feeling tired, I can't go to sleep just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hm, something random. I have to endure with my black roots for another month or so. I can't wait for the month to get by quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, it dawned upon me earlier that it's that time of the year once again. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: 6pt;"&gt;That dreaded time of the year.&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/8319142563498522496-6523897830258619821?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/6523897830258619821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-got-closet-filled-up-to-brim-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6523897830258619821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6523897830258619821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-got-closet-filled-up-to-brim-with.html' title='I got closet filled up to the brim, with the ghosts of my past and the skeletons.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4sdfqY860U/TZC4IM39lkI/AAAAAAAAJxY/mtijNfOM5zI/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-1896340171492459716</id><published>2011-03-28T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:34:05.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you know that you're toxic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://instantreplay.tumblr.com" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liofv8RhGw1qzhvg4o1_r1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just read something off Facebook that annoyed me. Why is it that some people believe that there's only one way of doing things? Have they ever thought that different people have their different ways of doing things and approaching situations? I absolutely abhor narrow minded people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The week went by just fine. Earlier this morning, I went to collect my hamsters, now there's two additional living creatures in my house. Names? Jiggly and Puff HAHA. Don't ask. I haven't decided which is which though because I can't even differentiate the hamsters yet hahaha. I'll wait until one of them puts on more weight than the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I asked to have two male hamsters but the person who gave them to me said he didn't know how to differentiate the genders and he roughly picked out the males which worries me. Because my house is overpopulated hahaha. You know what worries me more? One of the hamster keeps sniffing the butt of the other hamster. Is this normal hamster behaviour? Like are they playing around or there's something more to it, if you know what I mean..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Confusions of life hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went out with Becky for lunch yesterday and we also did some random window shopping and other kinds of shopping at Parkway HAHA. Bought the most random of things, but.. Yeh, I'll leave it as that hahaha. And then, with me around, I always love suggesting crazy things to do. If you're great at following and stalking me on Facebook, you might have already figured out what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I'll leave you guys with two repeated words to end this post:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tsunami, tsunami~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. Not making a mockery of anything, go search for it on your own, it's also on my Facebook profile HAHAHA. Also, I realised that the words don't really end this post since I have these sentences here but, whatever :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-1896340171492459716?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/1896340171492459716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-you-know-that-youre-toxic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1896340171492459716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1896340171492459716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-you-know-that-youre-toxic.html' title='Don&apos;t you know that you&apos;re toxic?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-1773376468843013799</id><published>2011-03-25T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:51:22.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just open your heart and the world will carry you home tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KLxufZ7V6-g/TYxki2_Lb7I/AAAAAAAAJxQ/UZh155TijNw/s1600/Photo%2B866.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KLxufZ7V6-g/TYxki2_Lb7I/AAAAAAAAJxQ/UZh155TijNw/s800/Photo%2B866.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe excited! I'm waiting for the two packages to come in the mail next week and I still have money for more clothes. Got to stock up a new wardrobe for the new semester. Change is always good, especially when it comes to fashion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about fashion! In case some of you don't already know, I have plans on opening a blogshop for guys with Louie. Right now, I'm not very sure if plans are going to&amp;nbsp;materialize&amp;nbsp;just yet but I'm hoping it does haha. Hahaha lots of thanks to Laury too for her help hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should go get ready to leave the house later. Got to decide on what to wear that won't kill me in this weather. It's heat stroke inducing! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-1773376468843013799?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/1773376468843013799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-open-your-heart-and-world-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1773376468843013799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/1773376468843013799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-open-your-heart-and-world-will.html' title='Just open your heart and the world will carry you home tonight.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KLxufZ7V6-g/TYxki2_Lb7I/AAAAAAAAJxQ/UZh155TijNw/s72-c/Photo%2B866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-6160781389486491134</id><published>2011-03-25T04:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T04:53:34.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been to the year 3000.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_likxx5OHe21qzhvg4o1_500.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_likxx5OHe21qzhvg4o1_500.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Laury! HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-6160781389486491134?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/6160781389486491134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-been-to-year-3000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6160781389486491134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6160781389486491134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-been-to-year-3000.html' title='I&apos;ve been to the year 3000.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-8921733103579990787</id><published>2011-03-23T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:01:24.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we live such fragile lives, it's the best way we survive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;How many of you actually still read my blog? Leave me a tag, I'd really love to know. Okay seriously, leave me a tag on my tagboard. I know I've asked this of you guys before but no one seems to tag on my tagboard except those spammers. Feel so alone sometimes, sigh. HAHA, not. But seriously, leave me a tag, at least for now? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went out with Ruifen on Monday to Plaza Singapura to have lunch, some window shopping and also catch a movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then we saw this near Golden Village:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGDluYhRWm0/TYm0VYEortI/AAAAAAAAJxI/3urbBuYHZkc/s1600/IMG_1166.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGDluYhRWm0/TYm0VYEortI/AAAAAAAAJxI/3urbBuYHZkc/s800/IMG_1166.JPG" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Eh, that guy looks like the guy from Harold and Kumar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Oh wait, is that even a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ruifen:&lt;/b&gt; I don't think it's a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both:&lt;/b&gt; *Laughing quite loudly*&lt;/blockquote&gt;HAHAHAHA, oh man it was really funny. Why do they even advertise using the Golden Village movie thingys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and I shall end the post abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh, if you ever read this, thanks for the day out Ruifen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright bye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-8921733103579990787?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/8921733103579990787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-we-live-such-fragile-lives-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8921733103579990787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/8921733103579990787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-we-live-such-fragile-lives-its.html' title='When we live such fragile lives, it&apos;s the best way we survive.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGDluYhRWm0/TYm0VYEortI/AAAAAAAAJxI/3urbBuYHZkc/s72-c/IMG_1166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-5261350582287556857</id><published>2011-03-20T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T01:42:01.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lida7iel5E1qzhvg4o1_r2_500.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lida7iel5E1qzhvg4o1_r2_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, my space bar is kind of back to normal. Er okay, really random but is space bar two words or one word? Like, spacebar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast with my mother swan, Charlene and Charles this morning at McDonald's and then we travelled down to church. Hung around for awhile and then I headed back and then went out in the evening with my mother to go shopping at Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Singapore is really small because I bumped into a lot of people today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really random but whenever people think that I'm incapable of doing things, I'd always want to prove to them wrong. So that they can eat their own words and wallow in their guilt for wronging and looking down on me. I may be young and I know what I'm capable of.&lt;i&gt; If you're so great, then why aren't you doing something useful with your life?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I kind of miss having someone to talk to. I have so many things going on in my life at the moment, and I can't just tell anyone about it. Because I don't even know if I'm allowed to, or whether I should and stuff like that. Kind of sucks, because everything feels super messed up at the moment. I wish that just for once, everything would settle on its own and I don't have to deal with shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-5261350582287556857?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/5261350582287556857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5261350582287556857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5261350582287556857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-close.html' title='So close.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7247989648706928497</id><published>2011-03-18T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T01:27:07.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar, we're going down (the Macbook).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello my friends! Okay, it's getting a lot harder to type on my Macbook now. Sigh, wish my butter fingers and clumsiness would go away. If you haven't already found out, I spilt Sprite all over my Macbook's keyboard. So yes, the keys are really hard to press now for some reason. Also, the backlight is not working right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not really complaining, but the space bar is being such a pain in the ass. It's like an exercise for my thumb because it's so hard to press down. Ah whatever :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Had breakfast at Bedok's McDonald's with Becky and Ryan yesterday. And then, we started going on each other's Facebook thus resulting in spam and various rubbish. Some camwhoring too and things to pass our time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29JOC_qDC_c/TYM4nMSUBWI/AAAAAAAAJww/jucfPeiy0_4/s1600/rrr.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img "="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29JOC_qDC_c/TYM4nMSUBWI/AAAAAAAAJww/jucfPeiy0_4/s800/rrr.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Triple R.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then Becky accompanied to Parkway to run an errand and then er, we went home. HAHA, this is possibly the most interesting my life can get at the moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stupid space bar, I am constantly pressing it down to get it to work proper but to no avail. Shit happens :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, leaving the house soon to meet Loy for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. Had a haircut, needs some getting used to. Shall post a photograph of myself even I bother taking one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-7247989648706928497?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7247989648706928497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/sugar-were-going-down-macbook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7247989648706928497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7247989648706928497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/sugar-were-going-down-macbook.html' title='Sugar, we&apos;re going down (the Macbook).'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29JOC_qDC_c/TYM4nMSUBWI/AAAAAAAAJww/jucfPeiy0_4/s72-c/rrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-983251757663482116</id><published>2011-03-16T02:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T02:48:06.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here to stay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-05G9eSbu1Hs/TX-zTbmZykI/AAAAAAAAJwk/bfqkUnrtYSk/s1600/IMG_1158.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-05G9eSbu1Hs/TX-zTbmZykI/AAAAAAAAJwk/bfqkUnrtYSk/s400/IMG_1158.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were saying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sleep cycle is nearly back to normal. In fact, it's back to normal. But I can foresee it reverting back into that nocturnal thingy I have going on all the time. The side-effects of being a design student I guess hahaha. I think I'm already used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just came back from celebrating Pastor's birthday at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PASTOR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Then Aaron sent me home afterwards.&amp;nbsp;I'm quite tired now. Thinking whether I should continue playing Pokemon and save that for tomorrow/later?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dilemmas of life, not HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, not thinking right. I shall end this post here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-983251757663482116?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/983251757663482116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/here-to-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/983251757663482116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/983251757663482116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/here-to-stay.html' title='Here to stay.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-05G9eSbu1Hs/TX-zTbmZykI/AAAAAAAAJwk/bfqkUnrtYSk/s72-c/IMG_1158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-828901048226599429</id><published>2011-03-14T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T01:28:58.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The IT fair is finally over! Four gruesome days of horrendous customers, mad rushing and stress. But also, four memorable days of fun, joy and laughter with good friends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think everyone who has ever worked for an IT fair can testify to the fact you'll learn a lot of things just within four days. Things like, discounts, computer knowledge, customer behaviour. Speaking of customer behaviours, certain customers that visited the fair this time round were being really retarded. But there were nicer ones too, more babies this time, so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I'll post some photographs, you can see the rest of them on Facebook if you have me on your friend's list. If not, just look at the ones I post here haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsCYDyrA5mU/TX24Zi_H9EI/AAAAAAAAJwc/h5cy56Yvr2g/s1600/photo-2.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsCYDyrA5mU/TX24Zi_H9EI/AAAAAAAAJwc/h5cy56Yvr2g/s800/photo-2.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;nübox!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny how after so many years, I am still really attached to&amp;nbsp;nübox and I cannot imagine working at any other company. Though the commission was cut down nearly by half this time round, it doesn't really matter as long as I enjoy working with the friends and people around me. It's like as though I grew up with them (as well as the different version of Macbooks HAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRnqtxo1u_A/TX24ZTqK9lI/AAAAAAAAJwU/pPUAF9ZjOPs/s1600/photo-3.jpeg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRnqtxo1u_A/TX24ZTqK9lI/AAAAAAAAJwU/pPUAF9ZjOPs/s800/photo-3.jpeg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all! HAHA, I'm surprised if anyone's still reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have defined leg muscles, you don't! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-828901048226599429?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/828901048226599429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/feels-like-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/828901048226599429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/828901048226599429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/feels-like-tonight.html' title='Feels like tonight.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsCYDyrA5mU/TX24Zi_H9EI/AAAAAAAAJwc/h5cy56Yvr2g/s72-c/photo-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-6844608301805814624</id><published>2011-03-13T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T01:09:51.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Til the morning through the night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2UVoX9Ljho/TXukverI9bI/AAAAAAAAJv0/ei3bZo6SJJQ/s1600/IMG_1149.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2UVoX9Ljho/TXukverI9bI/AAAAAAAAJv0/ei3bZo6SJJQ/s400/IMG_1149.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well actually, I should be even more tired than the one on my shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just came back from supper at Siglap with Susanne and Charles. I think all the suppers and time spent together after every IT fair day is always great. On the first day of the IT fair, I managed to have supper with Siyun at Bedok 85 market and it was so great catching up with her. I miss all the crazy things we used to do together in school :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy! If you're reading this, thank you so much for everything!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been fine, I've been working at the IT fair and I would say that sales wise, I did much better than previous shows. If only the commission was better, I would probably have enough money to take everyone out for a good meal. But it's not, so yeh (before anyone says anything).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow the last day, and as usual, I know I'm going to miss everyone, new and old friends. Hopefully, the sales would be even better than the past few days. Working for the IT fair is always exhausting, but the time spent together with everyone is always great :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd_YTpQwoe0/TXun8wR934I/AAAAAAAAJv8/xPDaa9yRB3Y/s1600/boxes.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd_YTpQwoe0/TXun8wR934I/AAAAAAAAJv8/xPDaa9yRB3Y/s400/boxes.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Still contemplating whether I should wake up early tomorrow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-6844608301805814624?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/6844608301805814624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/til-morning-through-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6844608301805814624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/6844608301805814624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/til-morning-through-night.html' title='&apos;Til the morning through the night.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2UVoX9Ljho/TXukverI9bI/AAAAAAAAJv0/ei3bZo6SJJQ/s72-c/IMG_1149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-5197151243795196066</id><published>2011-03-10T03:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T03:53:07.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zpm20thrKC4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best K-Pop song I've heard in awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-5197151243795196066?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/5197151243795196066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5197151243795196066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/5197151243795196066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/tonight.html' title='Tonight.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Zpm20thrKC4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-7213753525177754718</id><published>2011-03-10T00:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T01:29:28.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby blue eyes, stay with me by my side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S-MKEpvuJfw/TXewU-lqF2I/AAAAAAAAJvc/PVf7gmG4-Pw/s1600/photo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582124137593837410" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S-MKEpvuJfw/TXewU-lqF2I/AAAAAAAAJvc/PVf7gmG4-Pw/s800/photo.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only reason I'm still blogging here is because Laury persuaded me to, so yeh here I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do go on Tumblr regularly so you can actually visit me &lt;a href="http://instantreplay.tumblr.com/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;. I know the people on Tumblr have their own set of rules such as not being allowed to direct people to your personal Tumblr from your own blog or Facebook. But if you really know me, I don't live my life according to rules because I think that's really stupid so yeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone's still reading this blog. I'm going to be working at the IT fair at Suntec City from the 10th to the 13th of March at Nubox. Yes, I am selling Macbooks and iMacs so you're interested, just let me know alright? I'll be at level 3 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, it does feel good to have an output to your feelings (eg: blogging) which is why I have so many blogs HAHA. But you didn't really need to know that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, that's it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319142563498522496-7213753525177754718?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/7213753525177754718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-blue-eyes-stay-with-me-by-my-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7213753525177754718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/7213753525177754718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-blue-eyes-stay-with-me-by-my-side.html' title='Baby blue eyes, stay with me by my side.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S-MKEpvuJfw/TXewU-lqF2I/AAAAAAAAJvc/PVf7gmG4-Pw/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319142563498522496.post-3081278606748173587</id><published>2011-02-20T17:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:51:17.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://instantreplay.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh0olfAfzR1qzhvg4o1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly don't see the point in keeping up with this blog anymore. I'm either just going to leave it here to look back on it some day, or just lock it up. But thank you my beloved blog, you've been faithful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog has seen me through so many things and looking back, I've definitely come a long way. Through the initial days of blogging rubbish, to my photo whore days, my wilder nights out and of course, the brighter and the darker days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave you guys with this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the ones who still bother to come and check up on my life, I think I'm doing fine. Thanks for all the concern. As of now, I'm getting along fine with my life, I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just trying to figure out a lot of things. Like why certain people have tried to be there for me, played certain roles in my life, get information out of me and just leave me hanging there like I'm supposed to figure out what to do with my life. Well, thank you so much. You've been such a great help, by showing me that even the nicest of people can be the ugliest out of everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, those who stick closer to people who don't even lead you anywhere and they're just helping you pave your own route to downfall. I hope you know what you're doing. After all, I've tried watching after you all these while. I can understand why people got pissed at you before. It all makes sense now doesn't it? Well, all the best to you while I won't be there, simply because there are a lot of things that I don't really give a damn about anymore. To think of it, you don't even bother about me. Sometimes I wonder if I really mean that much/little to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess right now, it's a lot easier than I thought it wouldn't be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good&lt;strike&gt;bye&lt;/strike&gt; riddance.&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/8319142563498522496-3081278606748173587?l=ryanthecute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/feeds/3081278606748173587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/3081278606748173587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319142563498522496/posts/default/3081278606748173587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanthecute.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-post.html' title='Last post.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11020377230804725468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3eVPEZ7KVM/TvTUyq--n1I/AAAAAAAAKD0/seROmH_aqKE/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
