<?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-7858322399593508619</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:08:14.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arch~Angel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858322399593508619.post-3784589805892082671</id><published>2008-05-26T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:31:25.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End?</title><content type='html'>Been sometime since the last post. &lt;br /&gt;This blog shall be closed for nw.&lt;br /&gt;I have learn to move on. Or is it juz my own side of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know, dont bother, dont care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta focus on my studies for nw. &lt;br /&gt;Tml will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858322399593508619-3784589805892082671?l=deadnlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/3784589805892082671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858322399593508619&amp;postID=3784589805892082671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/3784589805892082671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/3784589805892082671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/2008/05/end.html' title='End?'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858322399593508619.post-6507867159160427375</id><published>2008-04-22T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:54:09.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Entry</title><content type='html'>Skool out... Exam over... Nt sure if i did well. Complete 2qns with error and another 2 partially completed qns outta a total of 5. Mind is blank. The dae b4 exam been tinking of my ex. Nw exam over i got nthing else to focus on. Day and nite tinking of ways to win her back. Damn ran outta brocollie todae. Took plain chicken breast meat for lunch and an egg sandwich for snack. Did my usually workout. Feel kinda great. Pondering to hit the gym tml or head down town and experience some town life. Been cooping up in my skool and room everydae for the past few mths. There is nting interesting out there. Plucker up the courage to msn my ex todae. Wanted to let her kw hw i still feel abt her. But in the end i did nt. She had past her bed time and need her sleep. Well guess i gotta find another chance to let her kw. I am pretty determine to win her bac to my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858322399593508619-6507867159160427375?l=deadnlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/6507867159160427375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858322399593508619&amp;postID=6507867159160427375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/6507867159160427375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/6507867159160427375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-entry.html' title='Random Entry'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858322399593508619.post-9032567136167452529</id><published>2008-04-20T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:55:41.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another entry</title><content type='html'>Juz a quick update for myself. Current time: 1.45pm. Sunny day i might say. A good day to head out for the outdoors. But typical lifestyle here would be the paper chase and making ends meets. Another 3hrs time would be 5pm. I would be heading for a quick shower b4 making my way to skool for my final Exam. Tat would be the last paper for tis trimester. wootz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside formulars and equations running through my head. I been tinking bout her yet again. The urge to win her heart back is growing. She ish nt the perfect girl. She ish nt someone easy to live with. But it seems to mi that she ish someone i cant live without. Time flies.  Been bout 9mths since we parted. The mental torture sometime ish a bit unbearable. I am nt sure if i am falling into depression or need some kinda psychological help. Nthing seems to work for mi. Or maybe i juz refuse to acknowledge people advice to move on. I am able to acquire lots of things nw since i have no 1 to spend my time and money on. But it seems that i am nt happy after all. Wats the point of accomplishing something great when there is no 1 to share the joy with. Wats the point of having a new gadget when there is no 1 to share it with. I'm nt sure if ani one of my circle of fren are reading tis but heck is juz for mi to rant out. at least i feel better after tis. Sometimes i juz need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be envious be motivated...&lt;br /&gt;Pressing on each day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858322399593508619-9032567136167452529?l=deadnlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/9032567136167452529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858322399593508619&amp;postID=9032567136167452529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/9032567136167452529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/9032567136167452529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/2008/04/yet-another-entry.html' title='Yet another entry'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858322399593508619.post-7721803175461231157</id><published>2008-04-16T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:43:19.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>Back to rant...&lt;br /&gt;Guess there are plenty of pretty girls out there. But the problem lies with mi.&lt;br /&gt;Fast food and Junk food are bad for the body but people still have them. Juz like people who still love the person who hurt them the most. I was never so hurt emotionally and time have yet to heal the wounds. Looked upon my ex friendster n saw her new bf. Kinda look like fark. Kinda feel like pounding some1. Damn... I cant relief my rage on irons due to the fact tat i am having my exam. Juz done with 1 todae. Got another coming tis monday. Damn uni studies. They teach at such a fast pace and test a whole lot of knowledge. I have been slacking on my training. My guns seems a lil smaller den usual. Tricep still visable. Abs are being less visable. My reason i am lazy. Exam is nt an excuse. I got 8hrs of sleep and time to blog and visit forums and yet i forgo my training. My chipup bar ish suppose to arriving in approx 2weeks time. shipping it from somewhere. Once exam over gotta find some time to meet up with my sec skool bro. Bro forever. Once a bad boy. Bad boys forever... Kinda like the 3 of us nv grew bored of each other. Gotta treat my good fren aka sister for a belated bdae. Been looking at every1 happily attached. Nw daes my life ish juz like the rotating planet, a pendulum, a clockwork. i studie for the sake for my future. Ya rite... Spurge a thousand plus last mth during the IT show. Got a laptop and someother stuff. But the joy is nt there. I have made plan to get a DSLR. But again if the joy is nt there i dont tink i will be in the mood to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God if u exist pls help mi. And i kw u exist so pls do something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858322399593508619-7721803175461231157?l=deadnlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/7721803175461231157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858322399593508619&amp;postID=7721803175461231157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/7721803175461231157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/7721803175461231157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/2008/04/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858322399593508619.post-3338043561232813157</id><published>2008-04-05T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:53:00.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz another entry</title><content type='html'>Kinda long since i last blogged. Many things have changed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;budden&lt;/span&gt; certain things have not changed yet. Price of rice have risen, time have passed and mas had escaped from the detention center. There is yet so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mani&lt;/span&gt; uncertainty and so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; if. I have attain a certain fitness level. Lost a total of 10kg in weight and gain on lean muscle mass. Met new girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt;.  They seem so sweet but the fact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; tat i still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tink&lt;/span&gt; about my ex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nw&lt;/span&gt; n den. Tot of getting back are still constantly in my mind. But for time being to concentrate for my final exam for this trimester.  The Canon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;EOS&lt;/span&gt; 450D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;XSi&lt;/span&gt; is out. Cant wait to get my hands on it. Hopefully the joy and love for photography can bring my mind away from the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858322399593508619-3338043561232813157?l=deadnlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/3338043561232813157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858322399593508619&amp;postID=3338043561232813157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/3338043561232813157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/3338043561232813157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/2008/04/juz-another-entry.html' title='Juz another entry'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858322399593508619.post-246461370465580561</id><published>2008-02-13T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T11:38:56.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Day...</title><content type='html'>The day have arrived. I have a date but is with a textbook. Someone tried to ask mi out. Budden it seems like a joke or for fun. Budden i am nt interested. So better dont give false hope to others. I would rather spend my time studying for my exam. I have yet to speak to my ex. Tink she have been avoiding mi. I chatted with her over msn the other day. Initially was pretty friendly. She told mi about her wanting to fix a new computer. I offer to help and i found out the computer was mend to play DOTA. Previously when we were together we had arguments over tis game. DOta was introduced to my during my army days. During the weekly stay- in camp. We would have nights out for us to enjoy ourself. My fren brought mi to a near by LAN game shop and i started to love the game. The prob arise tat i would call my ex daily. So it juz occur that while i was still playing she called. Thus she was unhappy tat i was playin games instead of waiting for her call. I did let both my ex and my frens down. There was once she called while i was in the middle of the game. i left the LAN shop and answer my call. She knew tat i was gaming and decided to ignore mi and hung up on me. Repeated calls back did nt receive ani reply. When i went back to my frens. They lost the game and were cursing and swearing. And nw she is actually building a RIG to play DOTA. WTF... When i question her about that. She game a faint remarks. I sense tat i hit the nail on her. I am still nt sure hw ish she doing. Qns on her current bf were nt answered. She juz say ok loh. Den she avoided mi and ended the converstaion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Spare time are nw focus on studying and visiting forum. Everywhere ish about valentine day. Forum have thread posting bout their v.day present for their special someone. I doubt i will step outta my house tml. Hate to see all the lovey dovey all around. How i long to be rip off on the very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expensive restaurant treat, Special present and flower. The smile on the face of the special someone whom u love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRICELESS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy valentine day to everyone out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858322399593508619-246461370465580561?l=deadnlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/246461370465580561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858322399593508619&amp;postID=246461370465580561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/246461370465580561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/246461370465580561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-day.html' title='Valentine Day...'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858322399593508619.post-7315652744418475683</id><published>2008-02-03T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T11:27:27.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lied...</title><content type='html'>ok guys. I lied to u all. I lied to the whole world. I have yet to get over my ex. I am pondering to send her this msg vie ecard. Feeling kinda vex nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I hope you take sometime to read through the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been about 7mths since we have gone on our separate ways. We seldom talk and have yet to meet during this period of time. I not sure how are you doing but life could be better for me. I regret losing my cool the very day I asked you that you still love me. That was when you started to ponder over the words I said. When we were together I had indeed taken many things for granted. Life would be much more beautiful with someone like you. The happy moments we share were lost in such a brief period of time. I have yet to truly understand the reason behind the breakup. I felt that the reason was indeed important. Yes, at least to me. You might think that I am being childish. But I have really yet to get over you. I have dreams constantly about you getting back with me. But each day I wake up feeling disappointed knowing it was not true. The breakup indeed awaken me to take notice about things around me. My studies and myself. But last but not least, it really let me know what life is about without the person you love. I would be lying if I said that I am happy that you have found someone new. But I would like to let you know that you can always count on me in future as a friend regardless if I am attached or single. That’s because you have made a difference in an important part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I am looking in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I am seeing who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much I see, when you're looking back at me.&lt;br /&gt;Nw i understand what love is... Love is... For the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY Andrea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858322399593508619-7315652744418475683?l=deadnlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/7315652744418475683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858322399593508619&amp;postID=7315652744418475683' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/7315652744418475683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/7315652744418475683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-lied.html' title='I Lied...'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858322399593508619.post-7673129554911510989</id><published>2008-01-23T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:55:35.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nite...</title><content type='html'>Its nw 2.40am. Class todae sux to the core. The leacturer cant explain the lesson clearly. To top it off. Qns post to him were not answered directly. He prob gotta go back and think it throuhg b4 answering us. Well he got a degree onli. Nt a Master or PhD. And he is teaching a bunch of future degree students.  Another day past. New girls met in skool. Diff course though. Nt sure from where. Budden nv bother to say hi either. Afraid of getting hurt again. Feeling is not there. There is a thin line btw love and lust. Someone once said. Lust at 1st sight. Love a lifetime. Well 1st impression does bring a huge step forward. Doesnt it. Den love will slowly blossom. I am afraid to go to bed. I am afraid i might have the same dream of mi getting back with my ex. Cos when i wake up. I have to face reality that i am alone and she is in the arms of someone else. Why did adam and eve gotta eat the forbidden fruit. Juz took out some of the old stuff that my ex return mi. Kinda sad. I kw i am nt suppose to look at them as it might sink mi deeper. The anniversary give that i gave her. The gift that she send mi. The wonderful photographic memories. Guess i better sign off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, i am looking in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, i am seeing who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much i see, when you're lookng back at me.&lt;br /&gt;Nw i understand what love is... Love is... For the first time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858322399593508619-7673129554911510989?l=deadnlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/7673129554911510989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858322399593508619&amp;postID=7673129554911510989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/7673129554911510989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/7673129554911510989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/2008/01/sleepless-nite.html' title='Sleepless nite...'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858322399593508619.post-357419083721982857</id><published>2008-01-22T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:46:26.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>It's 2.20pm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nw&lt;/span&gt;. Another hr or so b4 i start my routine training. Will train on my core muscle for a hr b4 taking a bath and head towards my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skool&lt;/span&gt;. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;usualy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MEch&lt;/span&gt; class. Expected to be boring due to the boring lecturer. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; cant cut to the point and explain. Rather his teaching method is idiot proof. So for smart ass, they tend to lost interest and doze off due to the simplicity of his explanation. The mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; working in this kinda learning. I admit i am one of the dozing being. Finishing up my ODE chapter 5 math assignment. In about another 8days will be the test. Darn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway talk to a close female &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fren&lt;/span&gt; of mine. I asked for advice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;budden&lt;/span&gt; i got non. Reason being love is something hard to advice on. No1 can advice mi on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; to do. Den came the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;qns&lt;/span&gt;. I ask her. Why did she break up with her ex. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SHe&lt;/span&gt; got her fair share of her reasoning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt; something struck mi. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SHe&lt;/span&gt; also lost the feeling for ex. Thus her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tinking&lt;/span&gt; was, when there is no love and feeling why stay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tgt&lt;/span&gt;. That opened up my mind. Is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; girls usually do. When they lost the feeling and love they will move on. No wonder the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;divorce&lt;/span&gt; cases are on the rise all this years. People are not committed as in the past. There is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; saying " Bu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Zhai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Tian&lt;/span&gt; Chang Di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Jiu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Zhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Zhai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Jing&lt;/span&gt; Yong You". Meaning forget about everlasting, Be content with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; u ever had. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;imho&lt;/span&gt;, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;onli&lt;/span&gt; people can have everlasting love and also be happy with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;watever&lt;/span&gt; they have presently, it would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing tat struck mi was, Would i ever find another girl who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;tinking&lt;/span&gt; is different from my close &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;fren&lt;/span&gt;. To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;tink&lt;/span&gt; of it. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; sure if my ex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;tinking&lt;/span&gt; was the same. She once told mi when she broke off with mi. She loves mi less den i love her. That why she feel that it is being unfair to me. I deserve someone better. On the other hand. Other remarks i heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt; was that. I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;enuf&lt;/span&gt; freedom and understanding. She wanna be alone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt; it contradict her words. Cos she is attach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;nw&lt;/span&gt;. I use the term she broke off. Cos i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;nv&lt;/span&gt; wanted a break. A cool off time was actually in place. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt; she block off all contact for the next few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt;. Till the day she is attached den she start to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The million dollar question. Do girls break off when they lost the feeling. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;rmb&lt;/span&gt; the past. the fond memories and the beautiful moments couples once shared. I am skeptical about another r/s and my future. If woman break off once they have no feeling. There is no promise that even once married they stay with u forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Juz&lt;/span&gt; like i vow to my ex b4. I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;nv&lt;/span&gt; leave her. It is so true there are plenty of pretty girls out there. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; deny sneaking a peek once in a while. But never had i been unfaithful. She too promise to love mi and stay faithful. Plans for our future were talked about. But all has ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* tots for the day... Back to Math&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858322399593508619-357419083721982857?l=deadnlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/357419083721982857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858322399593508619&amp;postID=357419083721982857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/357419083721982857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/357419083721982857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858322399593508619.post-4806179307331622407</id><published>2008-01-22T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:28:51.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>Its 4pm currently. I have yet to start my revision. Having a test in 10days time. Got no mood to concentrate on my studies. I have been pondering over and over. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shld&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; my ex. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shld&lt;/span&gt; i talk to her bout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hw&lt;/span&gt; we ended. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shld&lt;/span&gt; i go break her up with her current bf. Come to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tink&lt;/span&gt; of it. Why did she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; place her bf pic over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;frenster&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder. Maybe by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; doing it make me feel better. I cant imagine if she posted that guy pic there. Blood flows through my veins. I feel like beating someone up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt; it have been a long time since i lost my temper. I am a rather forget it kinda guy. I hope i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; get to meet them in town. Cos if a fight breaks out, i am bound to break some rips. Beside studying the next time i could do is lift weights. Life is so boring. I am wondering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; else can i do. There is no 1 to show some care and concern to. There is no 1 to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;reciprocate&lt;/span&gt; it back to mi. Valentines Day is approaching. Most guys are complaining the expensive flowers and date they gonna go through. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wats&lt;/span&gt; spending the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; $ for the person who u love the most. Everyday was once valentines day to mi. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Nw&lt;/span&gt; everyday seem to be like the end of the world. Guess i have rant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;enuf&lt;/span&gt;. Time to get back to reality. I still got a degree to work towards to. May god bring the special someone to me. Signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Baby i still love u. No matter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hw&lt;/span&gt; much u hurt mi. I cant bear to let u go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858322399593508619-4806179307331622407?l=deadnlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/4806179307331622407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858322399593508619&amp;postID=4806179307331622407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/4806179307331622407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/4806179307331622407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/2008/01/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858322399593508619.post-1747339144657093813</id><published>2008-01-21T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:28:34.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat is love?</title><content type='html'>People says that loves is blind. I so agree. I was once blind by love. Budden to be given a 2nd chance. I dont mind getting blind. Cos u have the person who you love the most beside you. Everything would beautiful even though you live in a world of darkness. Friday the 13th of July 2007.  It has been 193 days since she left mi. That was a friday the 13th. Damn it. I been reading a lot. I read through a horoscope book that says my zodiac sign was a bad 1 this year. A r/s is bound to fail. It came so true. Sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University Study have been tough. My time and effort is all put into it. Sleepless nite is still on going. But i have been dreaming about us getting back together. My frens says that i am dumb and shld move on with my life. But guess tis time i haven sunken too deep. I admit i am a perfectionist. I put in 101% in everthing i do. I am a "garang" commander during my national service. I recommend extras duties to people who dont meet my standard. Budden when it come to my gf. I give watever i could. Be it time, money, love and support. I might say i am much richer nw. But i rather be poorer. I place her top, follow with my family, commitments and lastly myself. I am always at the bottom. I am nt sure if people notice. Budden i kw i am always lossing out. I rather people short change mi den take an advantage of them. Come to tink of it. Kinda weak mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My studie is giving mi lots of stress. My dreams are adding to it. Why did this happen. I rather armagaddom arrive. Wipe everything out. Life still goes one nw. But how long can it last. I wonder. There is a cute girl msn-ing mi recently. She ask mi out to my surprise. Budden i wonder if i am blocking her out. I seem to be using her to forget my ex by chatting with her. Budden i am skeptical bout going out with her. I dont wanna get into another r/s when i am still longing for my ex. I dont wanna cheat the feeling of another individual. I kw the feeling of being hurt and it sux. If onli i could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda guess i will juz let time tells. Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858322399593508619-1747339144657093813?l=deadnlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/1747339144657093813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858322399593508619&amp;postID=1747339144657093813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/1747339144657093813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/1747339144657093813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/2008/01/wat-is-love.html' title='wat is love?'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858322399593508619.post-2263036781776334407</id><published>2007-12-23T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:01:13.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting...</title><content type='html'>I shall start blogging about my r/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to sleep properly @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;. Been staying up late to tired out myself so that i can sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;peacefully&lt;/span&gt;. Dream have been constantly bout my ex. I kinda think i love her too deeply to forget her. As people have said. Wat u wish/dream in the day, u will dream at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;. Trying to busy myself to stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tinking&lt;/span&gt; bout her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt; the dreams keep coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt; plus since my 1st r/s was ended. Kinda hurt very deeply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;budden&lt;/span&gt; i got no other choice. I still remembered that it was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda unlucky day i might say. I would have guessed it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt; the unavoidable day arrived n i have to face the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it happen? i have no idea. I spend all my time, love n everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a senior at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;skool&lt;/span&gt;. She was a freshman. We met @ an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;orientation&lt;/span&gt; camp. At that time i was nursing a rejection from someone. A simple bus ride home brought us closer to each other. I prefer a bus ride hm as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt; to a train ride. My ex was also taking the same bus. Soon i notice her more n more as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;skool&lt;/span&gt; starts. She ask mi out for lunch. We enjoy each other company n the ride home on the bus. Her action towards mi shows tats she was interested in mi. That was when i realise that she might be the missing part of my heart. I held her hand during one of the movie dates n she did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; let go. That was when out fairytale starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a young girl. Cute n innocent. As the year past, we had many fond memories &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tgt&lt;/span&gt;. She grown prettier n mature. I was so proud of her. Till the day came for mi to serve my national service. Without fail i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nv&lt;/span&gt; fail to surprise her love n gifts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Watever&lt;/span&gt; she wanted that was within my means i would give her. Weekly dining at restaurants n movies. I cant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sae&lt;/span&gt; i am totally supportive of all her activities. For example her wants to visit club. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;reallie&lt;/span&gt; like those places. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt; nevertheless i would allow her to go with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the day towards her 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Bday&lt;/span&gt;. I have given her almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;antihing&lt;/span&gt; i could think of. So i tot of giving her a surprise. A nicely tone body of her bf to show off. I work hard running n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;gyming&lt;/span&gt; everyday in my camp. Den came an unfortunate accident. I sprain my ankle. I have problem walking long distances. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt; i would still make time for my baby every weekend. As i cant walk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt; for long period of time. Our weekly dates became mainly movies n dinner. Shopping was also an options. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; smile at her enduring the pain as we stroll down shops after shops. During the donut craze. I remembered standing bout 3hrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;inline&lt;/span&gt; with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; so tat she could taste the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;donutz&lt;/span&gt; that she wanted. I grew fat of course, w/o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;exercice&lt;/span&gt;. My face grew kinda chubby. she commented that i was fat. It hurts mi deep. Cos i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;nv&lt;/span&gt; notice myself at all. All i kw was that my world revolves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt; her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Definition&lt;/span&gt; of myself as fat is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;mose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;lim&lt;/span&gt; that size. Its unacceptable. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; lean with a round face n w/o my abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She completed her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;studie&lt;/span&gt; n started to work. I had my NS to service &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;whice&lt;/span&gt; required some weekend duty. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;onli&lt;/span&gt; time with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;fren&lt;/span&gt; were limit to camp time. They brought mi out for a LAN gaming session. During our game, my ex called. I hung up on my group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt; to ans my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;fone&lt;/span&gt;. When my ex found out i was gaming instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;waitin&lt;/span&gt; her call  she was pissed. She hung mi up n i was at a lost. When i rejoin my group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;. I was given a cold shoulder. They have lost a match. Though it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; a game. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;haf&lt;/span&gt; deserted my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt; over my ex. I have lost both my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt; n ex by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;fone&lt;/span&gt; call. Rude remarks n cursing was inevitable but i was the cause of it. It was a particular week. She started hinting bout our difference. I sense a breakup was coming up. We had our argument n stuff. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt; i suddenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;brokedown&lt;/span&gt;. She said that we could find some professional help. I tot for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;. Den i decided to iron our our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;diference&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt; she said she need sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i booked in to camp that week. Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; towards mi start to seems restless. I kw i need a break from work. Due to my special work in NS. i had tons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;OFFs&lt;/span&gt; n leaves in stored. I took a 2weeks break &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;. As i waited n ponder, she ask to meet up with mi on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;. She acted coldly towards mi. As i walk her back. She break the news to mi. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;SHe&lt;/span&gt; wanted a break. I expected it. I was fighting back my tears. Her reason was, she have no feeling for mi. All her actions the past few date were more of a "xi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;guan&lt;/span&gt;". I knew that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;watever&lt;/span&gt; i said would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on and find another girl. Thats wat my fren have said. Budden by simply comparing the time we spent tgt. I cant understand why someone can have such a big change. I cant seem to bring myself to hate someone that i loved for bout 3yrs. So guess onli time and another special someone can bring myself outta tis misery. Till today my heart stil aches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It take a second to fall in love with someone"&lt;br /&gt;"But it take a lifetime to forget that special one"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858322399593508619-2263036781776334407?l=deadnlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/2263036781776334407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858322399593508619&amp;postID=2263036781776334407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/2263036781776334407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858322399593508619/posts/default/2263036781776334407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadnlonely.blogspot.com/2007/12/ranting.html' title='Ranting...'/><author><name>Dan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
