<?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-8007103592306734495</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:58:27.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alan &lt;3 Jiaying</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alan</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>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-5136474417871566494</id><published>2010-10-19T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:36:18.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><summary type='text'>it been really really long since i last blogged. not many will drop by now. =)i was on duty on a saturday and i booked out on a sunday. i was thinking of getting my watch repaired and henceforth i went to woodland centre but it was not open so i went home. it doesnt matter. along the way on 911, i passed by my secondary school back gate and back to my old house that i used to stay. how much have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5136474417871566494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5136474417871566494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2010/10/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2013471412526879586</id><published>2010-08-29T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T11:55:08.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>environment</title><summary type='text'>its been pretty long since i last blogged just an incident that happen in camp that im really unhappy about. that i just wanna say about my feelings. i know my PC wont read this but my specs and i are increasingly unhappy about him.don question my command decision when you yourself can't decide on what you want. when i command, i know the end state that i wanna achieve. things will be much faster</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2013471412526879586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2013471412526879586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2010/08/environment.html' title='environment'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-1943312662293434853</id><published>2010-08-09T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:51:17.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings</title><summary type='text'>luck wasnt on my side this few days. I lost my camp pass, id tag, and almost lost a controlled equipment in camp. i do not know why luck is so bad. in fact, feel kinda down though. because of lost ID tag (if you guys do not what is ID tag, its more commonly known as dog tag which serviceman wears). and when i told my OC i lost it outfield, i was given extra duty to do this coming week. i will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1943312662293434853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1943312662293434853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2010/08/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-4127443208937617436</id><published>2010-06-20T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:09:07.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><summary type='text'>Initially, I wanted to type an email to Ivy, someone whom I look for when I need advice and show me the light, like a younger brother who talks to his elder sister. But I guess, I should handle it myself and hence I am here to blog this out.Going into 2 sir and transiting from a cadet to a 3rd sergeant its never easy, I feel very stressful. As a cadet, you always listen, you just listen. People </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4127443208937617436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4127443208937617436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2010/06/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2080688828155701899</id><published>2010-06-05T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:59:33.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 sir</title><summary type='text'>I'm posted to 2 sir which is at Ang Mo Kio, Amoy Quee camp. I would prefer to become an instructor though.I have pass out from Specialist Cadet School(SCS), and I have gotten a silver bayonet. It is a bayonet that is give to people who are top 10 percent of the cohort and I am in it and top 10 in my company and as a result of this, I have to go a unit and not stay in training school. I do not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2080688828155701899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2080688828155701899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-sir.html' title='2 sir'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-7213806566492065691</id><published>2010-05-07T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T13:00:03.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we were both young when i first saw you.</title><summary type='text'>This song just fit perfectly to you &amp; I. Back then when I first saw you at the interchange, you were only 14 and I was 15. I got your email from Wei Kang, I still remember your email was o0_shenjiaying_0o@hotmail.com. and i got your number after a few times we chatted on MSN. and i started smsing you though not often but that was enough to make my day. I remembered wei li and i was walking to cwp</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7213806566492065691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7213806566492065691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-were-both-young-when-i-first-saw-you.html' title='we were both young when i first saw you.'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-6348019512366100164</id><published>2010-05-03T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:20:00.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday kor</title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday kor

On this day where I am out in the field training in thailand, I would like to wish my bro happy birthday.

Kor, happy birthday. Hope you like the present that both sis and I got for you. =)

Didi.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6348019512366100164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6348019512366100164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-kor.html' title='Happy birthday kor'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-530723766102134580</id><published>2010-04-30T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:07:00.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo songs</title><summary type='text'>People have been asking me why do I like to listen to emo songs, like those break up songs. and they say its not as if my girlfriend have left me. 


i found an answer, i finally found one. it is because through listening to all these songs, i learn to treasure, when i listen to those songs, it felt as if my girlfriend has left me. that is how i learn to treasure her and perhaps that is also how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/530723766102134580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/530723766102134580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2010/04/emo-songs.html' title='Emo songs'/><author><name>Alan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNDdCDlXI1Y/S9FJdqwN0JI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KKFKXWE1tY4/s72-c/24388_411446188693_690398693_5077641_6109393_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-728259579062341910</id><published>2010-04-23T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T15:04:48.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand</title><summary type='text'>Alright, I am off to thailand tonight for training. will be back 3 weeks later. =)

I came across this old song called superman by five for fighting. it just reflects about my feelings when im wearing green. look at the lyrics. it says it all about a soldier who is lonely out in the field fighting. 

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me

I'm more than</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/728259579062341910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/728259579062341910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2010/04/thailand.html' title='Thailand'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2221611223071896265</id><published>2010-04-05T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:56:32.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><summary type='text'>Yes, if you have seen my facebook, I have turned 21. It was really a last minute decision to celebrate. Actually I don't intend to. There were many that I wanted to invite, but I was in camp, I got no time to sms people hence I only invited a few. I have completed my 32 click. And I will be getting my combat skills badge soon. we started the march at 830 pm. and we ended at 9 pm the next day. And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2221611223071896265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2221611223071896265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-3124571025196581605</id><published>2010-03-26T21:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:02:33.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><summary type='text'>it has been a month plus since i last blogged. many things happen.i have passed my soc on my first attempt with a timing of 8.57. i have passed my 10 click run with 49.12 mins. officially, i have passed the course requirement. just that i have to attend all the training that is planned out. i am in ASLC as you all know, and in my section, i carry the most heavy's weapon which is the matador. it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3124571025196581605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3124571025196581605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2409366190817417799</id><published>2010-02-12T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:27:57.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASLC - CHARLIE</title><summary type='text'>Posting is out. I am posted to ASLC which stands for advance section leader course and of course being in infantry, im stucked in Pasir Laba camp but this time my coy is CHARLIE coy. It's like everyone does not want to be in this coy or bravo coy because of the toughness as compared to other coy. I have this thinking that, since I can survive BMT which is really tough, I guess I will be able to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2409366190817417799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2409366190817417799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2010/02/aslc-charlie.html' title='ASLC - CHARLIE'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-9200953849823790207</id><published>2010-02-07T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:39:21.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt like shit</title><summary type='text'>I felt like shit because yesterday I was cycling home after I went to jiaying's home and along the way, I saw this very 70 plus year old man, he hailed a cab and his wife was on a wheelchair. They were probably going somewhere, and there were only 2 of them, I cycled passed them and I wanted to help, but then I was thinking to myself, how to help? As he has to help his wife to the cab and keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/9200953849823790207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/9200953849823790207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-felt-like-shit.html' title='I felt like shit'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-3743357262180000574</id><published>2010-01-17T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T12:50:48.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SISPEC</title><summary type='text'>It's been a month plus since I last blogged. I have been posted to SISPEC and my camp now currently is in Pasir Laba which is near Joon Koon. Jurong West Area. Training has been okay, just that it is completely different from BMT. We have more freedom, and there are more lectures as compared to Physical training. And of course, with lectures, there will always be test. It is not difficult to pass</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3743357262180000574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3743357262180000574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2010/01/sispec.html' title='SISPEC'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-4369920141270842519</id><published>2009-12-13T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:35:25.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP LO</title><summary type='text'>I have officially POP from my Basic Military Training. I don't have to go back to tekong anymore. It feels good. I don't like to take the ferry to book in. When the ferry reaches the Tekong ferry terminal, I felt like shit. I am no different from ordinary people, I hate to book in. When we are marching back to our COY line, this will be our favourite song, walo walo walo walo ha hawalo walo walo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4369920141270842519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4369920141270842519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/12/pop-lo.html' title='POP LO'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-4649438225854644430</id><published>2009-12-06T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:55:05.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 click and lastly 24 click</title><summary type='text'>I have completed 16 click route march. It was tough. Really tough for me at the last 4 click. this is how route marches is done. we will walk 4 click in the space of an hour or at a faster pace which is 45 minutes. den we will rest for 15 minutes for water break and all. at 12 click we will rest for meals. which is about an hour. den we will carry on the rest of the distance.the last 4 click was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4649438225854644430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4649438225854644430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/12/16-click-and-lastly-24-click.html' title='16 click and lastly 24 click'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-3265280453568194876</id><published>2009-11-22T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:04:17.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i gotta feeling</title><summary type='text'>i gotta feelingthat tonight is gonna be a good nightthat tonight is gonna be a good nightthat tonight is gonna be a good good night.2 more weeks to POP. thinking back i just enlisted on 6th october. now im on my way to POP. feels pretty good. i no longer care where my posting will be. just pass out and i will be happy. i don't like that ferry to tekong. i don like to see pasir ris mrt except when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3265280453568194876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3265280453568194876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='i gotta feeling'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2492181308313479884</id><published>2009-10-31T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:21:20.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A month.</title><summary type='text'>its been a month since i last blogged. i have enlisted into NS on 6th october 2009 and i have always wanted to blog on weekends when i book out but i didn't have the energy to. i have been sleeping and sleeping, nothing but sleeping when i am out on weekends. training has been tiring, but yet each time when i finish it, i felt i have achieved something. there were times, that i wanna give up and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2492181308313479884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2492181308313479884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/10/month.html' title='A month.'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2661714351786459398</id><published>2009-09-30T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:10:01.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>army</title><summary type='text'>officially, 6 more days to army. having mixed feelings now. i feel happy, excited, nervous, at the same time, also scared, worried. i guess all the rest feels the same. i feel stressed up also. because only on weekends, i will be home. how sucky can that be.okay. i have been meeting up friends. like primary school all the way to poly. going in army, definitely i wont have time. i sincerely thank </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2661714351786459398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2661714351786459398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/09/army.html' title='army'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-7656281300002149631</id><published>2009-09-15T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:52:43.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another achievement.</title><summary type='text'>Okay. Great. On 6/9/2009, my friends were planning on a cycling trip. And we decided to cycle on 12/6/2009, saturday night. We planned to cycle from woodlands to tampines. On saturday night, everyone met at triple 8, woodlands at 12am. There was Zhi Hong, Seng Hong, Zhi Cay, You Long, Wei Hong, Jun Pern unfortunately Sze Kai has urgent matters to attend to but its okay, he can always join us next</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7656281300002149631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7656281300002149631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-achievement.html' title='another achievement.'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-6988221750039144270</id><published>2009-08-28T03:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:59:16.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things to share</title><summary type='text'>I know I told you people that I will blog. But I haven't done so. I need to get my thoughts and feelings in place before I can blog. Nono. Its the mood to blog. I haven't found it yet. Sorry.I will blog tomorrow. I mean later. Right now. let me get to sleep. remember to come back. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6988221750039144270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6988221750039144270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-things-to-share.html' title='Some things to share'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-5411582559454099573</id><published>2009-08-25T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:29:12.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read on.</title><summary type='text'>i always have this worry whenever jiaying goes out to the a new place. like she started her attachment in creative yesterday. and i start to worry if she will be okay with work. if things going to be fine for her. if she will be bullied by her colleagues and all. i always worry and will continue to worry for her. yes yes. i am over protective but this is me. Maybe when i knew her, she was only 14</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5411582559454099573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5411582559454099573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/08/read-on.html' title='read on.'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-6722521092598370052</id><published>2009-08-25T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T02:41:57.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>service learning</title><summary type='text'>i watched this show on channel u last thursday at 8pm. it shows about celebrity going overseas to help the poor. and the episode i watch was zeng shi mei and tang yu shu. they were there for about 6 days. they went there to teach english, to help the kids wash their hair, and some other stuffs. the last day, she gave clothes to the ladies of the village she went to, and it was not enough, she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6722521092598370052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6722521092598370052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/08/service-learning.html' title='service learning'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-5695539269075189259</id><published>2009-08-20T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:47:29.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm..</title><summary type='text'>its my 150 post. and very soon i will be in army. as the date draws nearer, i am not so looking forward to it anymore maybe because my friends, who has been booking out on sat and booking in on sun feel so sad. i guess i would be very much in their plight soon. and the thought of booking out on sat and booking in on sun just turns me off. i was talking to my friend, if we turn it the other way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5695539269075189259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5695539269075189259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmmm.html' title='hmmm..'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-1258501696901967687</id><published>2009-08-05T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:21:45.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up when september ends</title><summary type='text'>tuesdays with morrie.morrie was down with a sickness. he came out of the hospital and look at everyone. there were all busy with their own stuffs, no one is stopping for him. the clock is still ticking. morrie was sadden and thought.......... these is one of the part in the book tuesdays with morrie. we are just a tiny bit, we are just a living thing on earth. we are so busy with our lives that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1258501696901967687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1258501696901967687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/08/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='wake me up when september ends'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-3165762818536516095</id><published>2009-07-24T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:27:08.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>environment</title><summary type='text'>alright. just some random thoughts that i had today when i was on my way to play badminton. I was thinking, how is one's character build? through genes? or through the environment? certain laziness that i have, my dad also have. so when my mum nags, i will say it always dad's fault because i am his son and i followed his habits. is it genes? innate? or because when i was young, my dad showed this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3165762818536516095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3165762818536516095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/07/environment.html' title='environment'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-8374387609456302345</id><published>2009-07-16T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:48:00.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now i get to know myself better</title><summary type='text'>i quit my job after a day in it. seriously, i can't work in admin job. i have to sit there, efiling, tracking, then file the file into the storeroom. man! why is so many people looking for admin jobs? i thought it would be fun. but it was just way too boring. then there are times that there is nth to do and you have to pretend that you have sth to do. man! save me. i can't see myself continuing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/8374387609456302345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/8374387609456302345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-i-get-to-know-myself-better.html' title='now i get to know myself better'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-4971263199569221887</id><published>2009-07-08T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:43:37.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like finally!</title><summary type='text'>finally, i have found a job and its confirmed. i will be working in southwest CDC which is at jurong summit coming monday. an admin job. the pay is 5.25 an hour. well i don't care about the pay, just give me something to do on weekdays! haha! im so freaking happy that my friend has found me this job. when i get my pay, will treat my friend a meal. finally boredom is leaving me. working hours are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4971263199569221887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4971263199569221887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-finally.html' title='like finally!'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-75239167364679507</id><published>2009-07-07T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:48:22.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in search of an identity</title><summary type='text'>I feel as I am suffering from Mid life crisis. haha. that's not true. well i guess i am the age of looking for a partner and looking for my identity. I remembered studying in one of the modules about at different age, you are looking for something. damn. i am so damn free. that i think i am going mad. well, nvm. i have got a friend who found me a job and if its confirmed, it will start next week.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/75239167364679507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/75239167364679507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-search-of-identity.html' title='in search of an identity'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-1144747692021390573</id><published>2009-07-01T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:21:22.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is just too short</title><summary type='text'>3rd aunt has been cremated. Yesterday was the last time I saw her, and then forever, I won't see her anymore. Not anymore. Please take care of yourself. My aunt's death has woke me up. That humans do die. I always have this kind of thinking that death would only happen to others not to my family and my uncles, aunts &amp; grandparents. Now it has happen, it woke up me. Big time. And frankly, i am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1144747692021390573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1144747692021390573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-just-too-short.html' title='life is just too short'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-1991526580797085136</id><published>2009-06-26T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:41:54.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been long</title><summary type='text'>Been long since I last blog. My brother has come back. He came back on 11th June 2009. Been long, 3 years and 4 months. Back then I was still a 16 year old kid going 17. I felt happy. Really happy to see him back. I still remember when he was on remand and my mum and I went to visit him in Queenstown remand, when I saw him, I just cried. It hurt me really badly. I tried my best to control my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1991526580797085136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1991526580797085136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-long.html' title='It&apos;s been long'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-3874898609584133179</id><published>2009-06-01T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:58:12.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is boring</title><summary type='text'>Its kind of funny. While girlfriend is packed with things to do, yet I have nothing to do. It is so bored. Anyone can give me job? Part time? Only monday to friday. How i wish i was packed with things to do. I had enough rest. I wanna work or at least give me something to do. damn.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3874898609584133179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3874898609584133179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-boring.html' title='Life is boring'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-1714009747976120175</id><published>2009-05-27T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:15:00.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>videos</title><summary type='text'>I was blog hopping and found this 2 videos from http://benthegeek.wordpress.com/ Enjoy.**singlish translation to keep its humourous content23rd of june is a bad dateIt is also brother’s(young men) elistment dateWaking up early in the morning to catch a cabEnding up in CMPB(central man power base)Aiyo aiyo aiaiyo ah Aiyo aiyo aiaiyo ahArriving at CMPBSergent confiscate our red card(ICs)Asks me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1714009747976120175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1714009747976120175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/05/videos.html' title='videos'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-5586931543412482526</id><published>2009-05-25T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:06:27.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I was at one of the lowest point of my life on 17th May 2009. I felt so down and I had a slight thought of suicide. You guys must be shock as I am saying this kind of stuffs. At that particular night, I felt so insecure after reading a book by Subhas Anand. The best I could. The cases inside talks about people who are sentenced to life imprisonment, or being hanged. Perhaps I was too tired as you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5586931543412482526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5586931543412482526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-7390149311208644820</id><published>2009-05-07T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:02:04.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, you just don't understand my point. Hopefully now you do.</title><summary type='text'>Just how different things can be if you hear things from an indirect source as compared to the direct source. Point to made is that do talk things out instead of going through another one or you can have a 3rd party but 2 of you are there also. I felt ready and open once again due to my friend who unknowingly convince me. I do hope that things will become better and better. I heaved a sigh of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7390149311208644820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7390149311208644820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-you-just-dont-understand-my.html' title='Sometimes, you just don&apos;t understand my point. Hopefully now you do.'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-1881443505133713587</id><published>2009-04-22T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:21:57.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Just some random thoughts that I have.I am famous in class because I once made that statement that humans are selfish. Each one of us are. We take care of our own needs first before giving to others. We talk to people to cure our boredom. We made friends for our own benefits. I guess as much, criticism has came in and people said I was too negative about life. What I felt was, they just couldn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1881443505133713587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1881443505133713587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2089394045347155590</id><published>2009-04-13T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:57:08.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 more days</title><summary type='text'>11 more days and you will be backCounting down 10 to 1 seems really easy. And it may just takes 10 seconds to do the counting. By the time I finished blogging this post, it would be exact 10 days before you are back. To others, 10 days will come just really soon but counting and waiting for someone to be back when you have waited 100 over days is really long. 10 days never felt so long. Time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2089394045347155590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2089394045347155590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/04/11-more-days.html' title='11 more days'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-5581880754019469798</id><published>2009-04-08T03:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:40:51.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduated</title><summary type='text'>Okay. I am done with RP. Next up. Army.I attended graduation ceremony. It was just like any other one. Didn't feel really particular proud because it is just a diploma. Sitting in a graduation ceremony never feels good because you know that your friends and you are all going to take different paths in life and you might never even cross each other life again. I don't know how long before we will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5581880754019469798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5581880754019469798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduated.html' title='Graduated'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-9118534037787196736</id><published>2009-03-10T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:38:57.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><summary type='text'>Change is constant but human is resisting change because they like to be in their comfort zone and not move out of it. We fear change due to insecurity. We have this why must change mentality.Ben Ho has gone into police force for training today. On sunday, we came out to sort of like a send off dinner for him. When I went home, I felt insecured as I know I am going into NS soon. For better or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/9118534037787196736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/9118534037787196736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/03/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-4160852080499567181</id><published>2009-03-06T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:19:42.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradicting</title><summary type='text'>This blog post is of course not meant for my girlfriend.First of all, I didn't even bother to read what you blogged on your blog until he told me about the content. Well you said you didn't want to defend yourself, but in the end you blogged about it. By blogging it out, aren't you already defending? Stop contradicting yourself. I simply can't stand people like you. For a matter of fact, you said</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4160852080499567181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4160852080499567181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/03/contradicting.html' title='Contradicting'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-8899513326661499648</id><published>2009-02-23T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T01:56:05.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><summary type='text'>All I have with me are questions.Change.Change is constant? I watched a show today. And it said, as we grow up the different people you meet, the places you go, the experience that you may cause the change in your character. If you were to meet person A, you would have become like this, and if you meet person B, then you might have become something else.Sometimes, I guess it is not a matter of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/8899513326661499648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/8899513326661499648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/02/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-861907585118264856</id><published>2009-02-01T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:21:08.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I was on facebook and I saw my friend's status was she does not feel like going for her interview tml. It dawn upon me that I have graduated and many of my friends especially the girls are going out to the working world already. It seems frightening. Really. No more school, get ready to be scolded by boss and then can't do anything about it. In school, you can walk off and don't care now you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/861907585118264856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/861907585118264856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-1413446598472349112</id><published>2009-02-01T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:38:19.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><summary type='text'>She is the girl that can make me forget my stressShe is the girl that can make me happyShe is the girl that can make me sadShe is the girl that can make or break my dayShe is the girl that I can cry it all out with her. She is the girl that I miss each dayShe is the girl that.............All of a sudden, I wanna cry. I wanna cry in front of her. I don't know. I felt like a kid looking for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1413446598472349112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1413446598472349112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/02/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-7544657953089035801</id><published>2009-01-29T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:14:52.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misses.</title><summary type='text'>All of a sudden, I forget how her voice sounds like. I miss her voice. I miss everything about her. We have not been chatting as she is busy and I am busy visiting. 83 more days to go. Yes!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7544657953089035801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7544657953089035801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/01/misses.html' title='Misses.'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-7586383547311051601</id><published>2009-01-29T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:06:29.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY &amp; Graduation</title><summary type='text'>I have blogged this on CNY. But on word. Finally I got time to tranfer it to my blog.CNY &amp; GraduationLast Friday was the last day of my poly life. I made a video for my class and I am glad they appreciated my effort. The goodbye last Friday definitely felt heavy and different. I felt exactly the same when I graduated from my secondary school. I felt kind of lost not knowing what to do. I am lost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7586383547311051601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7586383547311051601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-graduation.html' title='CNY &amp; Graduation'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-4259618533305000814</id><published>2009-01-15T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:05:09.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did sth stupid</title><summary type='text'>okay. great i remembered i did something stupid when she asked me to type out her emergency contact number. here's what i did.fireman ....police ....ambulance ....superman ... and i keyed in my number. haha.its another 98 days more before she is back. its getting nearer. im a happy man. SJY im so gonna pinch you when you are back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4259618533305000814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4259618533305000814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-did-sth-stupid.html' title='i did sth stupid'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-5076356245684995786</id><published>2009-01-13T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:05:26.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed.</title><summary type='text'>it so boring. and i have to come up with FYP poster. I have no clue and I am lazy to start it. Really lazy to start. Classes are quite useless nowadays because simply everyone is in holiday mood. we wanna graduate!I may not attend class for quite a number of days next week. Reason being I have completed my daily grades and I don't need to go school anymore. Lazy to go to school also. last thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5076356245684995786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5076356245684995786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/01/disappointed.html' title='disappointed.'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2006323932396791406</id><published>2009-01-09T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:57:45.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great</title><summary type='text'>I am back in school. My first day of the last 3 weeks in school. I didn't attend school yesterday also because I felt I wasn't ready for school. I was lost. So I told kok boon to gave me a day while I rest and pack my feelings before heading back to school. To her friends who might read my blog and to keep you guys inform. She has reach mannhelm. And everything is safe over there just that its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2006323932396791406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2006323932396791406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/01/great.html' title='Great'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-5457220975141881610</id><published>2009-01-08T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:58:16.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely</title><summary type='text'>Okay. on 6 january. i drove her and her mum out to bugis to pray and also to henderson waves. and then we went for buffet dinner at paramount hotel with her brother also.. I shan't describe much but that sums up the whole day.on 7th jan. i woke up but at her house as i stayed over. it was a day that i dread. i hate. i felt uncomfortable. i woke up, i send my mum home from market and then i went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5457220975141881610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5457220975141881610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/01/lonely.html' title='lonely'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-7413264652518064291</id><published>2009-01-05T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:56:14.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneasy</title><summary type='text'>I have been feeling uneasy. I don't know. Each day I just felt low in confidence, morale in anything that I do. I felt that I am out of place. I don't know where I should be. I don't know where should I go. uneasy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7413264652518064291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7413264652518064291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/01/uneasy.html' title='Uneasy'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-6534062443146181649</id><published>2009-01-03T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:24:13.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year</title><summary type='text'>Happy new year guys. sorry. im late. if you have been following my blog, im not those type of person, who will update what i do exactly. now its past 12. so its exactly 4 more days before she is going to leave for germany for 3 months plus and be back. 7th jan will be the day. i mean, you guys must be thinking its only 3 months its not years. but she has never left me so long. the longest we were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6534062443146181649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6534062443146181649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New year'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-8996547339296425572</id><published>2008-12-29T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:46:48.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 more days</title><summary type='text'>Visa approved. Air ticket got to be done. She is leaving soon. 7th january. coming back in april. 7th January is date she is leaving, and its my fyp deadline. you guys must be thinking that we should be spending alot of time together but actually we didn't. 7th january that she is leaving haven't hit me yet. But maybe I will feel it the moment she leave check in. I went for medical checkup at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/8996547339296425572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/8996547339296425572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/12/9-more-days.html' title='9 more days'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-405458424485220700</id><published>2008-12-17T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:45:17.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mini Rehearsal. DAMN!</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   ZH-CN   X-NONE                                                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/405458424485220700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/405458424485220700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/12/mini-rehearsal-damn.html' title='A mini Rehearsal. DAMN!'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-1966514279520354320</id><published>2008-12-12T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:09:19.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death. Man. I am scared</title><summary type='text'>Recently, a guy just died. He died because he was driving a motorbike and collided with a private bus and fell. After which he was run over by a passing lorry on AYE. I felt for this guy because he was my senior when I was in studying in Marsiling Secondary. He is older than me by 2 years old. He was the first batch of students that Marsiling Secondary School has. I knew him because he was my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1966514279520354320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1966514279520354320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/12/death-man-i-am-scared.html' title='Death. Man. I am scared'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2402397936327109092</id><published>2008-12-05T14:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:55:07.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been long</title><summary type='text'>Been long since I last blogged. I am too lazy to blog. Really lazy.First up, I'm into quarter finals of the badminton tournament that I have taken part. (Men's Doubles). I lost mixed doubles partnering my sister in the second round. I was too complacent and lost to a pair that I always win. But it was great though we lost because my mum was there. I felt really happy. Never once, she came down to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2402397936327109092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2402397936327109092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-has-been-long.html' title='It has been long'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-3655805574502706366</id><published>2008-11-20T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:53:37.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UT GRADES</title><summary type='text'>haha! damn. history repeating itself. and its unfolding in front of me. here a recount of what happen. i happen to score A for my first UT in marketing. second and third ut i score C+ and C respectively. The last UT i scored A. Now for my CRM module, I scored A for first UT and now! the second one I scored C. Just when my friend didnt do well for first UT, I scored A, just when my friend scored </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3655805574502706366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3655805574502706366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/11/ut-grades.html' title='UT GRADES'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2304237607120503092</id><published>2008-11-02T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:36:22.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok. this is so me.</title><summary type='text'>Ok. Great. One week ago, I told myself I am going to start on my FYP report. And guess what? today is sunday. 10 pm now. I am here blogging but..... I have not start on my report yet! This is so me man. and my gf just hit the nail again. she bet that i will never start a few days back, then i told her i will. I really wanted to, i wish to, i had the heart to but I do not have the will to. I bet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2304237607120503092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2304237607120503092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-this-is-so-me.html' title='ok. this is so me.'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-1145317552442688868</id><published>2008-10-31T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:59:11.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th year anniversary</title><summary type='text'>4 years ago. on 31st October 2004 at 7.08am.I asked Ms Shen Jiaying this. Can you let me take care of you?She replied. Let me think about it and I will tell you at night.At night at 8.36pm. I asked her again, Will you let me take care of you?She replied. Ok.That word, "Ok" sent me to the top of the world.That word, "Ok" got us together and we are together for 4 years.4 years, 48 months, 1460 days</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1145317552442688868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1145317552442688868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/10/4th-year-anniversary.html' title='4th year anniversary'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2187971207386953666</id><published>2008-10-23T09:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:09:08.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades</title><summary type='text'>Well done Alan, I have scored 2 Cs for 2 UT. I don't think that the rest of UT would be any better. Start to make a change.I am going to change the way I do things. I want to score at least a decent grades for UT.I am starting.FROM TODAY......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2187971207386953666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2187971207386953666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/10/grades.html' title='Grades'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-5184948805124130289</id><published>2008-10-13T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:43:37.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wealth</title><summary type='text'>Just when I was talking to my facilitators and friends about university. Getting a place for better education, higher pay in future...............I stumbled upon this show on channel 8 where this guy was an ex convict, a gangster. He said this, when he was released from jail, he thought he was a free man but society sentenced him to "death". It came upon a time where he does not even have money </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5184948805124130289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5184948805124130289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/10/wealth.html' title='Wealth'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2347007571315426283</id><published>2008-10-12T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:09:13.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Life</title><summary type='text'>So much talk has been revolving around the NS man who died.2008. 3 NS man has died.Somehow or rather that makes me scared. I am scared that I might die during my course of training. 3 of the trainees exercise regularly but still they died. This scares me off. I am afraid of death. Touchwood. I will come out fit and strong. ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2347007571315426283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2347007571315426283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/10/ns-life.html' title='NS Life'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-7521181669473081471</id><published>2008-10-05T11:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:51:30.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog</title><summary type='text'>like finally. I feel like blogging. not really but because I have nothing to do so I blog.I am no longer working for my uncle because of some pay problems. I said in my previous entry that he is paying me 1k but ended up he only gave me 600. Not worth it because I drive quite long hours during the weekdays at night. And on Saturday &amp; Sunday, I have to wait for his call and I can't go out. 20 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7521181669473081471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7521181669473081471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog.html' title='blog'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-7906112822560149789</id><published>2008-09-17T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:12:05.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton</title><summary type='text'>I have been in school and working at night. I got no life. I am not playing badminton anymore because I got no time for it. Classes are okay. Grades are not okay and all my facilitators hope to see more participation from me. Yup. I will try to. 2 facilitators have been me C and their comments was really slap in face. But oh well, I don't blame them and in fact I thank them because through their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7906112822560149789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7906112822560149789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/09/badminton.html' title='Badminton'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-5172603278927388886</id><published>2008-09-03T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:18:49.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><summary type='text'>I'm working for my uncle now which explains why I am not blogging. I am very tired from work. Basically I am just driving his Renault Van(kangoo version) to deliver detergent and bleach to the coffee shops that engages him to clean the coffee shop and as well as after people ate, clean the table and keep the plates. It is a on and off thing. But every night I have to deliver a machine(you know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5172603278927388886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5172603278927388886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/09/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-4183066100691684981</id><published>2008-08-19T12:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:54:52.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><summary type='text'>It is going to be an hour more before I get to see Jiaying. And we are going cycling.And again, I had a dispute with my coach(not my coach. rp's coach. I never acknowledge him as coach or called him coach all along) Over the last IVP game. I just simply cannot agree with the way he do things. Two principle that I really value in my life is righteousness and integrity. Competition is unfair but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4183066100691684981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4183066100691684981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/08/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-7355722678844711651</id><published>2008-08-14T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:31:13.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of an Olympic Champion</title><summary type='text'>Zhang Ning - Gold medalist in 2004 Athens Olympic BadmintonI was watching youtube and I chanced upon a video called Olympic Journey - The road to Beijing. This video is on Zhang Ning a badminton singles player. She is one of those well known badminton players. She left home at the age of 14 and went into her hometown sports school. She went back to where she had trained. And she said this, when I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7355722678844711651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7355722678844711651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-of-olympic-champion.html' title='Life of an Olympic Champion'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2001736122683849565</id><published>2008-08-07T07:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:00:26.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Anticipation</title><summary type='text'>Saturday, Please come soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2001736122683849565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2001736122683849565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-anticipation.html' title='In Anticipation'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-6056295027026291215</id><published>2008-08-03T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:37:23.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I just read through some of my previous post and I realize there is missing words or I typed too fast and added another word in. Pardon me.Suddenly, we talked about Germany again. I have accepted her going for the trip but still I am kind of worry how is she going to cope with it over there. There are tons of things that I worry about but maybe I should not be so protective of her. I should just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6056295027026291215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6056295027026291215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2474319513778173351</id><published>2008-07-23T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:17:42.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I passed!</title><summary type='text'>Ok. I passed my driving test! 16 demerit points. alright. everything went smooth and the part which I am most scared about is the directional change also went on smoothly. But but on the slope, I rolled back less than one m. in fact only on the 3rd attempt, then i manage to move off my card. had it been 5, it would have been a immediate failure. I was really nervous when the car was on the slope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2474319513778173351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2474319513778173351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-passed.html' title='I passed!'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-568965741330068363</id><published>2008-07-11T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:41:52.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suddenly I felt like blogging. I was browsing through my cousin's friendster and he is already married and his first kid will be born by the end of this year. How time flies. I still rmb when we were young, we were still playing soccer and him being the older cousin always amaze me with his football skills. and whenever he have the ball, if we are on the same team, you would be happy but if he is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/568965741330068363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/568965741330068363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/07/suddenly-i-felt-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-3168171425503666467</id><published>2008-06-25T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:39:42.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I have nothing else to say</title><summary type='text'>I had mixed feelings about it. I don’t know if I am just convincing myself. Have I accepted this fact? No, I haven’t. I am not prepared for this. Do I respect or hate the decision? I think I hate it. I was hoping that you tell me you are not going anymore. I don’t know what else to say anymore.     I won’t be blogging temporarily anymore. Take care people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3168171425503666467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3168171425503666467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-have-nothing-else-to-say.html' title='When I have nothing else to say'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2825159311969060669</id><published>2008-06-12T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:48:14.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treating people with respect</title><summary type='text'>I was at Jurong Block 134 which is pretty near the Jurong entertainment centre. I walked past the maid agency and I just look inside. I saw a maid standing and the maid agency staff sitting down talking to the maid. The maid has to stand straight and hands by her side and all those stuffs. You know what? like a primary school kid talking to an adult. I feel for the maid. What is wrong with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2825159311969060669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2825159311969060669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/06/treating-people-with-respect.html' title='Treating people with respect'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-8585893224710279309</id><published>2008-06-07T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:49:30.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving test</title><summary type='text'>Ok. I know its long since I last blogged. Now I blog.2 of my frens went for driving test. A guy and a girl. The guy failed, the girl passed. Congrats to my fren who passed and to my fren who failed - its ok. try again. The TP failed my fren because he was being overtaken by another car. TP said he overtaken my fren because my fren slowed him down. I felt that it is hard to pass like that. We are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/8585893224710279309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/8585893224710279309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/06/driving-test.html' title='Driving test'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-8582958150901882202</id><published>2008-05-22T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:18:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad, Happy Birthday!</title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday to my dad. He is 61 years old this year. We didn’t celebrate much. We had Curry fish head downstairs then Sis &amp; I bought a cake and brought it home. Dad didn’t know about the cake and all of a sudden, I walked out of the kitchen and we started singing the happy birthday song. I saw dad’s shy face. Haha. Dad, I caught you blush! Yup. That was all.    I was late for class today. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/8582958150901882202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/8582958150901882202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/05/dad-happy-birthday.html' title='Dad, Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-293689223851348074</id><published>2008-05-21T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:48:05.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum's tutu kueh</title><summary type='text'>Monday. Went to AMK's couple lab to get a pair of couple ring with jiaying. We use to have a pair and it was bought by her. I lost mine when I was secondary 4. I always wanted to get a new pair but it will be bought by me. And give to her. So on Friday, when we went to watch movie(what happen in vegas) I said this to her, since you owe me a birthday gift why not grant me a wish then. I want to go</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/293689223851348074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/293689223851348074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/05/mums-tutu-kueh.html' title='Mum&apos;s tutu kueh'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2791109718472842004</id><published>2008-05-11T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:04:50.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog</title><summary type='text'>First and foremost.Happy mother’s day to my dearest mother and my girlfriend’s mother. I didn’t buy anything for my mother but girlfriend and I decided to give my mother red packet. It may seem like giving for the sake of giving but we did rack our brains to buy something for my mother but we didn’t know what to buy. There is seriously nothing that she needs or wants. Buying a present for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2791109718472842004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2791109718472842004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog.html' title='blog'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-479235766912292676</id><published>2008-05-01T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:43:58.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still going strong</title><summary type='text'>Alright. I am back to blog. Last few days has been really bad for me. I have fallen sick. Throat inflammation and fever. I am better now but I develop a cough. Oh damn. What a week right.      FYP. I heard from my friends that they are very busy with their meetings. And my team? We are all quite free. Something is very wrong here. I think I got to talk to my teacher to see if we are on track, if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/479235766912292676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/479235766912292676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-going-strong.html' title='Still going strong'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-3889961554042133079</id><published>2008-04-26T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:43:01.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><summary type='text'>I am sick.I want to blog but I do not know what to blog about.............. Will be back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3889961554042133079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3889961554042133079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-1439353673016013292</id><published>2008-04-18T09:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:07:20.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New class new sem</title><summary type='text'>Ok. I am back to blog again. Driving lessons has been going very well ever since that scoldings from my instructor.New sem. new class. pretty please with my class esp my marketing class where there is people who rawk. and i enjoy being with them. it so fun with them. On another hand, I am struggling to find my footing in class. I guess when you are year 3, facilitators expectation gets higher and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1439353673016013292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1439353673016013292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-class-new-sem.html' title='New class new sem'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-3227662764769858960</id><published>2008-04-01T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:17:26.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being scolded</title><summary type='text'>Ok. Driving yesterday went very bad. I think I didn't have enough sleep that is why it went so badly. I was literally being scolded and shout at in the car. My instructor was so angry with me. And I felt so lousy the whole day till the point, I felt like giving up driving.I was turning right. And after the turn, I need go back to lane 1 and I was at lane 3. But I can't as there was a lorry behind</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3227662764769858960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/3227662764769858960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-scolded.html' title='being scolded'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-7809147963527712169</id><published>2008-03-30T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:37:22.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school is starting soon</title><summary type='text'>ok. school is starting soon. enough about camps and all those stuffs. now im going back to school and back to a student again. haha. class list is out. this is my last and final year. going to graduate soon. once school starts. it will be all the way.ok. im going to nag nag nag about FYP again. seriously i lack the drive to do it. aargh! tml sunday. i need to do my lit review. my teammates have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7809147963527712169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7809147963527712169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/03/school-is-starting-soon.html' title='school is starting soon'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-705465247670104353</id><published>2008-03-25T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:36:53.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im caught in the middle</title><summary type='text'>Ok. it gets to me when i know i have hurt someone. i feel very bad about it. And like in my previous post, i am really sorry about it. if it was a class gathering or something else, i would go. but not for something abt religious stuffs.im very grateful to you for trying to bring me into something. but this is a very sensitive issue. i have my stand and viewpoint about mine religion and about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/705465247670104353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/705465247670104353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-caught-in-middle.html' title='im caught in the middle'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-9104548140562767323</id><published>2008-03-24T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:36:50.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><summary type='text'>I spent my birthday in the afternoon with the kids and it was really nice. We had kfc and then we played the guessing number game. whoever guess it, gotta eat the mixture of food in a cup. we mix it with chilli coffee, slurpee and etc. it certainly don't taste nice. it don't! haha.ok. den meet my girl down to cityhall where we went to ms and ate ice cream at andersen. ordered the couple fondue </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/9104548140562767323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/9104548140562767323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-6924717276015852452</id><published>2008-03-22T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:18:00.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from camp + work</title><summary type='text'>Ok. I am back from another camp. This time it is naval base secondary. This time round was a case of waiting for time to pass and counting down to go home. Their secondary 2 students are not as spontaneous as Ahmad Ibrahim. It was really bored, the students don't respond and they don't care. They just do everything for the sake of doing. My group...... I really got nothing to say. I tried my very</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6924717276015852452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6924717276015852452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-from-camp-work.html' title='Back from camp + work'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-1803001148939899822</id><published>2008-03-13T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:13:51.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><summary type='text'>ok. im back from work. working as a salesman, selling HP laptop to the freshies. My first time working as salesman. It is really tiring as you have to stand long hours and explaining the same thing over and over again to the customer. and i guess i am really not cut for sales not because i can't talk but rather I hate standing for long hours. As much as I love interacting with people, but there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1803001148939899822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1803001148939899822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/03/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-6582051406959264005</id><published>2008-03-12T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:31:24.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>standard of living</title><summary type='text'>just read the channel newsasia news. fishball cost are rising. i mean. like duh. inflation is everywhere. its a global problem not only just singapore. but the thing is im worried abt the future. how much salary should one get per month in order to sustain and live in singapore? now its abt 3k. in future? oh my god. this is getting worrying. study hard man! haha.to those who still don care abt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6582051406959264005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6582051406959264005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/03/standard-of-living.html' title='standard of living'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-6473933506177892992</id><published>2008-03-08T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T14:51:29.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from camp</title><summary type='text'>im back from camp. 5 days 4 nights. I teared abit on the last day when my students left cuz we have bonded really well over the days. and i have recovered physically but emotionally still not yet.i still miss them. and i hope i can see them again or go out with them but we are told that we cant exchange contacts with them. its a MOE rule la.i miss denmark and china. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6473933506177892992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/6473933506177892992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-from-camp.html' title='back from camp'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-5466603383714082232</id><published>2008-03-02T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:15:32.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp</title><summary type='text'>alright. going for camp as a instructor. will be taking ahmad ibrahim secondary school students. away away away. looking forward to the camp. yup.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5466603383714082232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/5466603383714082232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/03/camp.html' title='camp'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2114279713569927449</id><published>2008-02-29T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:04:34.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><summary type='text'>Next week. I will doing a camp from 3th to 7th. On 7th. I have a FYP meeting and then at 6pm I have a job training at SP. I don't know what time will the camp end and I think most probably I will schedule the meeting at 2pm. Once break camp go for meeting and then on job training. I wanted to squeeze in my driving also but I am afraid I can't make it. haha. I think I will schedule my driving on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2114279713569927449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2114279713569927449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/02/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-7722361123850853000</id><published>2008-02-27T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:11:37.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PC</title><summary type='text'>went down to sim lim on Monday. and now finally im done with my sis's PC. and she can use it now. finally. everything is ready. yesterday was really a stressful one because the disc was not able to load and it is because the technician who setup the PC left out a wire. hence the CD drive can power up but the system cant read. i also bought a brand new speakers with bass for my sister. and i think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7722361123850853000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7722361123850853000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/02/pc.html' title='PC'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-1759699978595035046</id><published>2008-02-26T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:08:57.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done with FTT</title><summary type='text'>I have passed my Final theory test. And I have booked my practical test date on 22/7/2008. Will schedule my driving lessons every wednesday. So from now to my test date. Altogether, I will go for about 22 lessons.Bought a new PC for my sis already. but it can't load the system disc. when will it be ready man. All in all about $550. Yup.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1759699978595035046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1759699978595035046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/02/done-with-ftt.html' title='done with FTT'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2086824495320867302</id><published>2008-02-24T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:55:42.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future</title><summary type='text'>I was surfing the net just now. And I went into Singapore Police Force Website, Singapore Prison Service and the MINDEF website. Anyway, if you don't know. I am interested to work in this any one. After comparing and looking at the benefits, I would prefer to work in the Police Force or Prison service. I am not sure about Army career due to time commitment. And if I want to work in Prison Service</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2086824495320867302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2086824495320867302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/02/future.html' title='Future'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-7072314202029373195</id><published>2008-02-22T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:59:32.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving.</title><summary type='text'>And driving on wednesday was alright. Just that I didn't know why my instructor car's clutch is so hard to depress and I had a hard time. And when traffic light was red that is the part I hate most. My leg trembles after half an hour driving. simply because my leg has no more strength and worse still, my instructor told me to rest my heel on the floor when using. I have asked my friends all, they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7072314202029373195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7072314202029373195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/02/driving.html' title='Driving.'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-1235946366401425164</id><published>2008-02-20T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:48:06.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a waste</title><summary type='text'>I missed the ROH list by one grade. Just when I expected my psychology overall module grade to be B and praying so hard for it to be B+ and it came true. I never expected my health and wellness last UT grade was C. And overall it drop to B+. If I just scored a B, overall module grade would be A as I have 2 As in front already. What a waste. Overall grade. 3.625. But never mind, it shows my effort</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1235946366401425164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1235946366401425164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-waste.html' title='what a waste'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-7718730764969659602</id><published>2008-02-20T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:17:57.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results.</title><summary type='text'>like what syaz tagged. tml 12pm. results will be out tomorrow. At least 3.5 pls. So excited about it. can't wait man. Ya. that's all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7718730764969659602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/7718730764969659602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/02/results.html' title='Results.'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-1922192936056758386</id><published>2008-02-19T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:25:13.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UR BILL UR BILL NOTHING BUT YOUR BILL!</title><summary type='text'>When will you ever cut down on your stupid bill?! two lines and the amount came up to $109. Mum gave you an extra line is for you to cut down on your bill. In the end? It still hit hundred? JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! No matter how hard mum work is also useless. Her salary can be just use to pay your stupid bills and your pocket money. DAMN IT. Just how much are you spending do you know?! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1922192936056758386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/1922192936056758386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/02/ur-bill-ur-bill-nothing-but-your-bill.html' title='UR BILL UR BILL NOTHING BUT YOUR BILL!'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-4325672133780211144</id><published>2008-02-18T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:45:31.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduating</title><summary type='text'>My home page is RP website where you get to access and all sorts of academic stuffs. And today the latest announcement was about graduation ceremony 2008. In one year time, it is going to change to graduation ceremony 2009. And it will be me, who is graduating. By that time, I will busy settling any outstanding fees I have with the school.( I don't think I have any also) Buying my graduation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4325672133780211144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4325672133780211144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/02/graduating.html' title='Graduating'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-4492465861141111192</id><published>2008-02-16T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:48:18.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropped</title><summary type='text'>Taking my mum's advice. I am not working in SSC. So I am on the lookout for jobs again. Jobs? Anyone can recommend me? 6 and above per hour.I have got my PDL and will be learning to drive next week. Wednesday. In the morning.Nothing much. Just a short post.FYP meeting on monday. And I have not read up a single stuffs. Shall get ready to be grilled.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4492465861141111192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4492465861141111192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/02/dropped.html' title='Dropped'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-4638302732034084054</id><published>2008-02-11T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T02:15:50.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I should let you know.</title><summary type='text'>I have applied to work in Singapore Sports Council as an Admin assistant. Tomorrow they will call me if they decide to hire me. The pay is not too bad but the main problem is travel time + distance. It will be at Kallang. From Woodlands travel down to Kallang everyday. I don't know. Distance. 9-6 will be my working time I guess. And I have to leave home like 7.15? Reach home the latest at 8? It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4638302732034084054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/4638302732034084054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-i-should-let-you-know.html' title='Something I should let you know.'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007103592306734495.post-2431361757118050098</id><published>2008-02-04T14:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:41:32.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOB and FYP</title><summary type='text'>I am looking for full time job. But the problem is my FYP. I want to work full time and earn for school fees and my driving fees. Now I am caught right in between. There are meetings during the holidays and I can't possibly always take leave and I also can't possibly always skip meetings.Mum told me to forget it, don't work. I told her, cannot. I rather earn and spend my own and pay my own school</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2431361757118050098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007103592306734495/posts/default/2431361757118050098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staytrueandfaithful.blogspot.com/2008/02/job-and-fyp.html' title='JOB and FYP'/><author><name>Alan</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></entry></feed>
