<?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-9006986</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:46:45.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(tender, loving, care..)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-115029887288529783</id><published>2006-06-14T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:27:52.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my god...what has happened to me?</title><content type='html'>i muz b in some kind of stress..some weird things has gone into my head(u can call it "mojo", "creepers" or "bad gases")...i became so paranoid.. so paranoid dat now i'm afraid of myself..afraid cos i'm nt myself...wat in hell had happen to me?i'm became so afraid of losing grace dat i'm even scaring myself... do i need help from physchiatrist?? it feels like i have another me in me...the insecure me...y do i feel so insecure now? why? i cant answer... god pls help me.. i beg of u even if i dun worship u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-115029887288529783?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/115029887288529783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=115029887288529783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/115029887288529783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/115029887288529783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-my-godwhat-has-happened-to-me.html' title='oh my god...what has happened to me?'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-113463834892191499</id><published>2005-12-15T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T17:21:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha..walk home frm ngee ann poly.. =p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/1600/0004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/0004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My darling drinking her iced milo as we walked to her sch.. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;after sending her to sch, i began to walk home..this was taken near the Rail Mall.. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the same landmark (did u notice a railway track above?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is a weird tree with a bare branch emerging frm the crown..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/0008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;saw this along the way..i din break this!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is the MINDEF HQ...cant really see the S'pore Flag frm here..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;right in front is ten mile junction..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is taken when i turn back..see that red rubbish bin?nt only NP got red rubbish bin!haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is the railway checkpoint..it belongs to M'sia still...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;guess wat?this is taken near teck whye..looks like some weird place?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;finally..going to rch hm soon..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"houston...we r ready to tk off.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Finally...Home Sweet Home..the purple route is the whole route i took n the star is Ngee Ann Poly(dun doubt me..i've check the online street directory for the exact position!!)..i'm nt too sure abt how far i've walk...i walked frm 1.40pm till 3.40pm..mayb it's abt 5-6km?i'm nt so sure...hehe.. =p but it's definitely some nice experience to walk..it feels like route march back in tekong..hahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-113463834892191499?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/113463834892191499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=113463834892191499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/113463834892191499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/113463834892191499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/12/hahawalk-home-frm-ngee-ann-poly-p.html' title='haha..walk home frm ngee ann poly.. =p'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-113101265763353690</id><published>2005-11-03T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T18:10:57.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>such a weird day to go back..</title><content type='html'>WHy? on a public holiday...back to the little island at the northeast of singapore.. to the little jungle in the middle of the island.. well.. mayb i shud fear at all.. cos i'm LION!!.. i'm the king of the jungle!!! muahahaha... dotz..mayb i shud get a wheelchair... =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-113101265763353690?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/113101265763353690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=113101265763353690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/113101265763353690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/113101265763353690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/11/such-weird-day-to-go-back.html' title='such a weird day to go back..'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-113094288831124329</id><published>2005-11-02T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:48:08.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do good things pass so fast?</title><content type='html'>WHY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-113094288831124329?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/113094288831124329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=113094288831124329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/113094288831124329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/113094288831124329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-do-good-things-pass-so-fast.html' title='Why do good things pass so fast?'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-113081016980679465</id><published>2005-11-01T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:55:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>field camp</title><content type='html'>Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5am..abit earlier than usual...then get everything done and went for breakfast at 5.30am..we were the first few to tk breakfast.. but the meal sucked...haha..after that things were abit hectic as we draw arms...fieldpack inspection n all those procedure to make sure we r set to go for the field camp...i tot i will enjoy these 7 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we set off...marching to our first camp site, the reclaimed land...the first impression of reclaimed land when our PC mention it was like.. a land full of sand no trees, undergrowth watsoever..haha..but we were wrong...so we march abt 6km to dat campsite, passing by SISPEC on the way.. everyone was exhausted...especially me...cos i'm the song ic...i had to lead the army songs throughout the whole march...i was totally out of breath..but i carried on...we march for another 2 km or so ard our first camp site...n when we finally stop..i collapse...i sat on the ground trying to breathe...then my platoonmates gathered around me trying to make me stand..then my PC came to tk a look at me..my face were numb n i cant move my hands...after drinking 1 bottle of water...i slowly felt better...my PC says i did not tk enuff salt...dat's yi behave lidat...after dat i join back my platoon to set up the basha tents...but this is when hell was unleashed..we were supposed to arrange our basha tent in a way whereby all the tents r in line with one another..so as u can tell..the very first day..building our tents for the first time... so..all r not in line..n we tio our v.first punishment...break our basha n fall in within 10mins in FBO(aka Full Battle Order)...this went on n on until we were so tired n the SGTs r happily tekkaning us.....then we continue to build our basha tents..then nx was our first lecture on range card......after some time..weather get bad n we hafta tk cover in our basha..almost fell aslp in our tents...next we had our dinner n powder bath...haha..we were all stripped to underwear!! hahaaha...when it's abt 7pm..the sky turn really dark n soon after dat..we need our torchlight to find our way back to our tent...n we slp at abt 9pm..haha..v.early rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all went well in the morning until b4 lunch... Plt Sgt Zul... he tekkan us...make us break our basha tents again... fall in n do stupid stuff... n made us leopard crawl the whole campsite...after dat we were being punished again n again...all of the sudden...i duno wat happen to me..i just collapse on the ground again..i had difficulty breathing...n my face, arms, fingers n legs r numb...i cant feel them anymore...i was trying to drink some water n my legs cramp(started with my left calf followed by my right calf muscle...)2IC n Ngiam came to ensure me that nth bad is going to happen to me...cos i start to look as if i was going to die...(dat's wat the 2IC told me when he saw me again..haha)then the medic came...i did not wat to fall out of the camp n the medic suggested giving me a IV drip...i was like "watever just give me anything to make me feel ok..."n the medic found the thickest needle he could find n poke it into my flesh..n started looking for my veins.."din he suppose to loctae the vein b4 he started to poke?"i asked myself this... but din really care much as it was really bloody painful with the needle moving in my flesh!!! ahh!!! whe he's done..he told me to tk a rest...n i couldn't rest partly becos of the pain...abt 30mins ltr.. i found my right arm growing bigger n bigger...i was like duh...wat happen to me?the medic came n told me..."oh this looks bad..i tink i'll hafta tk it out n put it on ur left arm..." omg.. trust me..u wun like the medic in the army...hahahah...the left arm wasn't so bad...(mayb becos i had enuff pain liao...)n i rest till like 4-5pm..n they transported me to the nx campsite, the oil palm plantation...n by the time everyone got there, the sky is alrdy so dark dat our commanders decide nt to let us build our basha n all of us slp on the ground sheet with no shelters...n as we were praying hard, hoping dat it will nt rain dat nite...it rain...v.v.v.heavily...oh wtf...when the rain stopped...i couldn't slp at all...n i begin to feel more n more chilling with time..and at abt 4am plus... i start to shiver...i was trembling so badly dat it woke my buddy up...he was so kan cheong n borrowed a few more groundsheets to wrap me up... but..i'm trembling...n he brought me to look for Ngiam..who brought me to walk around...trying to warm up my limbs...n when the sun came out i felt better...n for dat day i went back to companyline to report sick n took a nice shower...haha...it was like heaven... =p then dat nite i slp in a shophouse near our campsite as Ngaim says he dun wan to see my condition to get worse if it rains again...well i can say he's a nice guy thou...come to tink of it...how come tekong have shophouses in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things were ok..and on day 6 it's trench diggin day!! in the morning abt 8.30am we start to dig our own graves..hahaha...well the dimensions is dat we have to b able to tk cover in them... so it can oso serve another purpose...our graves.. =p we digged whole day until lunch... n continue digging after lunch...dig n dig n dig... n it really feels dat we were digging our own graves as everyone was so tired...as for me.. i tink i overexerted myself.. n i begin to feel dizzy n numb again... i rested for like 1hr... but it still bugged me.. end up at nite.. after our trench digging...when everyone was going to slp... i find it hard to breathe again... n this time round..i cant move my limbs...i felt so weak...n Sgt Shahid hafta send me straight to the sickbay n kena my 2nd drip...haiz...so shagged..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i missed my BIC on sunday...i have to re take my BIC...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is my 4 days off...n coming up nx is outfield again... my SIT test.... haiz...hopefully i wun fall out again...i wan to pass my SIT test..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-113081016980679465?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/113081016980679465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=113081016980679465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/113081016980679465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/113081016980679465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/11/field-camp.html' title='field camp'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112943663030353358</id><published>2005-10-16T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T12:23:51.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>had a good time yesterday..</title><content type='html'>yesterday was one fine day...did most of the thing i wanted to do in the morning...cut my nails..wash my face n blah blah blah... sweep the floor before i went out to look for my precious..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so surprised to see toa payoh to b so different compared to the time when i went there.. (which was like 5 yrs ago!!) dat time i was helping with the special olympics at toa payoh stadium n went to the mrt station to tk a train hm...the hdb hub was still under construction dat time... haha.. the place is really beautiful... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went up to the building to look for ALW..hmm..according to my precious, the hdb hub is v.complicated.. n ALW was v.difficult to locate.. but equiped with my survival skills i learnt in BMTC School 2... i managed to get there with minimum difficulties... hahaha (it was chicken feat!!) ALW in toa payoh is really a v.conducive environment as compared to the one in tanjong pagar..n i saw all the names like einstein, mozart etc on the wall n it seems to b names of the classroom where the children do their lessons in..hmm..well..ALw is a place where they made children geniuses..dat's probably y they r using those names ba.. hmm..mayb in future i will let our child go there too...Grace will definitely want dat too... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after meeting her up..we went to see another Grace...Ah Grace...hehe...she is my ex colleague, much much older than me n my precious Grace...both of us tinks dat Ah Grace is our matchmaker but she kept denying it...hahaha.. =p  after dat we had our lunch...which is quite late...n we went to city hall for a short walk b4 we go separate ways..she went to practise dancing n me going to meet johnathan for a movie...Grace's dance practice ended kinda late n we went hm together without eating dinner...luckily her mum left some noodles for her..i was so worried abt her gastric ulcer dat i kept reminding her to eat b4 she slp..until i tink she find me irritating oso..hmm.. no choice..i dun wan her to suffer in pain again ma..dat time when i saw her in pain...it really hurts me.. =( Grace u hafta noe this... i noe i'm longwinded but sumtimes i m longwinded becos i care for u.. ok? =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112943663030353358?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112943663030353358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112943663030353358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112943663030353358'/><link rel='self' 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ownership or possession.&lt;br /&gt;2) Having or manifesting a desire to control or dominate another, especially in order to limit that person's relationships with others: a possessive parent.&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Grammar.&lt;/strong&gt; Of, relating to, or being a noun or pronoun case that indicates possession.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;trust &lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3Dtrust"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Firm reliance on the integrity, ability, or character of a person or thing.&lt;br /&gt;2) Custody; care.&lt;br /&gt;3) Something committed into the care of another; charge.&lt;br /&gt;4 a) The condition and resulting obligation of having confidence placed in one: violated a public trust.&lt;br /&gt;b) One in which confidence is placed.&lt;br /&gt;5) Reliance on something in the future; hope.&lt;br /&gt;6) Reliance on the intention and ability of a purchaser to pay in the future; credit.&lt;br /&gt;7) Law.&lt;br /&gt;a) A legal title to property held by one party for the benefit of another.&lt;br /&gt;b) The confidence reposed in a trustee when giving the trustee legal title to property to administer for another, together with the trustee's obligation regarding that property and the beneficiary.&lt;br /&gt;c) The property so held.&lt;br /&gt;8) A combination of firms or corporations for the purpose of reducing competition and controlling prices throughout a business or an industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112943321012628791?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112942918729374325</id><published>2005-10-16T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T10:19:53.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training To Be Soldiers</title><content type='html'>Training to be soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Fight for our land&lt;br /&gt;Once in our life&lt;br /&gt;2 years of our time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered?&lt;br /&gt;Why must we serve?&lt;br /&gt;Because we love our land&lt;br /&gt;and we want it to be free, to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up&lt;br /&gt;Be on your guard&lt;br /&gt;Come on everybody&lt;br /&gt;Do your part&lt;br /&gt;Come on every soldiers&lt;br /&gt;With soul &amp;amp; heart&lt;br /&gt;Do it for our nation&lt;br /&gt;Do it for our Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking all around us&lt;br /&gt;People everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Children having fun&lt;br /&gt;But we are holding guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered?&lt;br /&gt;Why must we serve?&lt;br /&gt;Because we love our land&lt;br /&gt;and we want it to be free, to be free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112942918729374325?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112942918729374325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112942918729374325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112942918729374325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112942918729374325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112757091367557791</id><published>2005-09-24T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:08:33.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the clock is ticking..</title><content type='html'>time passes so fast whenever i'm with her... y? y is that so?y izit dat when i'm with someone else the time passes so slowly...so unfair..i'm booking in again.. it seems as thou i din spend enuff time with her.. haiz..i miss her..i hope she will wait for me..she say i'm v.sweet to her..she say to me all the things i done dat make her feel dat i'm v.sweet...n frm wat she say..it seem like everything little i did.. she find it sweet... i was so touched upon hearing it...i really wished to tell her dat.. i love her v.much... but how much i love her... the phrase "i love u" is not enuff to describe how i m feeling towards her now...it's more than love...it's like it's even deeper... deeper than the deepest oceans..it's beyond description.. i really wan to express my love for her... how deep my love for her is.. but i duno how to express to her... all i can say is the 3 words.. i love her...haiz... wat i can say now is the amt of love is more than just the 3 words... this 3 words.. cant express how i feel towards her... =( i miss u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112757091367557791?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112757091367557791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112757091367557791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that we went to bugis to walk ard... saw casey... n then we went to have our dinner...we ate lotsa stuff... tok abt lotsa things... had alot of fun...but one thing touches my heart is... she actually ate the noodles i cooked for her... but.. it was really not so tasty... but she said it was nice... i was really so touched... if only i could cook a proper meal for her... grace... i love u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112748924374809903?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112748924374809903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112748924374809903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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typing all this once again..toda can b quite a fun day for me.. cos for once i no need to follow the schedule n slping at 10.30pm n wake at 5.30am.. haha.. that's life in the army basically..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training is tough..definitely...but whenever i tot i was gona faint or go bonkers.. i told myself.."i muz b strong..i wan her to noe i'm strong enuff to protect her..".... i dun wan to b a wimp... i dun wan ppl saying that she's with a weak guy... i wan everyone to noe that she's with a tough guy... a guy who can protect her...=p with this thoughts.. i carry on.. n hang on throughout the training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were 2 occasion i almost blackout... when my face was numb n everything around me seems to darken(obvious situation whereby my head is nt getting enuff blood...)...her voice rang in my head..."muz hang on...sillyhead.."..somehow i could keep myself awake till everything is ok..my buddies kept asking me if i was ok cos they saw my pale lips...they tot i cant hang on....but i still can.. they were quite amazed to see me hanging on lidat...only she can give me this kind of strongwill to keep myself going on..if i din met her.. i tink i alrdy book out becos of mc alot of times le... =p thank u Grace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112740111276233180?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112740111276233180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112740111276233180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112740111276233180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112740111276233180'/><link 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112601160878058584</id><published>2005-09-06T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:00:08.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd last day of civilian life..</title><content type='html'>well just counting down...going over to tekong soon..that's where my new life will begin...a new life as a soldier... to protect our nation n our loved ones..well.. of cos i will wan to protect Grace..she means alot to me..i'll miss u..tk care..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112601160878058584?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112601160878058584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>great wk...</title><content type='html'>had a great week spent with Grace.. 5 days a week.. not bad.. u guys might tink i'm crazy abt her dat's y i wan to see her everyday... yea i m... i'm insane abt her.. i can say our feelings r deeper le.. cos this week meant alot to both of us.. i really wan to see her everyday.. but i'm going to serve the nation soon.. wun b able to meet her le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...here's a recap on all i noe abt grace...&lt;br /&gt;1) she's a pig (dat's wat she always said abt herself..haha..)&lt;br /&gt;2) she's from south view...same pri sch as me..&lt;br /&gt;3) she dun really like secondary sch life..&lt;br /&gt;4) during sec sch.. she is only happy when she's fencing n at MEP&lt;br /&gt;5) she likes babies..&lt;br /&gt;6) her fencing coach call her duckie becos of her fencing stances... hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;7) she's called dong.. he's called ding..&lt;br /&gt;8) her ex is someone great n capable..(i'm jus a nobody..)&lt;br /&gt;9) their relationship lasted 15 mths..(longest in her history..)&lt;br /&gt;10) her ex is still hanging on...(dat's wat i dun like..)&lt;br /&gt;11) she likes honey milk tea without pearls...&lt;br /&gt;12) she dun like carbonated drinks..&lt;br /&gt;13) she drinks ice lemon tea with me whenever we go for movies...&lt;br /&gt;14) she dun like spicy stuff...(she trying to learn to appreciate them recently..)&lt;br /&gt;15) her darling is jia rong... (a girl in her fencing club..)&lt;br /&gt;16) Grace can do foil n sabre...&lt;br /&gt;17) she's great in fencing...&lt;br /&gt;18) she has same number of guy frens than girl frens...&lt;br /&gt;19) she likes dim sum..&lt;br /&gt;20) she's mildly allergic to prawns..(she can take a few a day nt too many, usually her prawn mee is without prawns..the uncle will give her eggs... =p)&lt;br /&gt;21) she's allergic to peanuts...(i tink she cant eat even one peanuts..)&lt;br /&gt;22) she's v.allergic to bird nest..(vigorous reaction..)&lt;br /&gt;23) she's v.lovely...(i tink alot of guys r interested in her...)&lt;br /&gt;24) she loves children...(makes a gd mummy rite?)&lt;br /&gt;25) she always kena bruises here n there due to her fencing...(not becos she's leukemic..)&lt;br /&gt;26) she's v.lame...(i'm lame too...)&lt;br /&gt;27) she's a girl who is v.obedient, with good teachings n manners.. doesnt go out late..a v.nice girl..&lt;br /&gt;28) she doesn't go clubbing..&lt;br /&gt;29) she drinks alcoholic stuff even thou she has stomach ulcer... (she dun drink dat often lar..hmm come to tink abt it..i'm a bad drinker..)&lt;br /&gt;30) she's v.sweet...&lt;br /&gt;31) she has v.good upbringing..(dat's the type of girl i like..)&lt;br /&gt;32) she has a passion for teaching..&lt;br /&gt;33) she's in drama club in south view..&lt;br /&gt;34) she hate miss pang frm south view...&lt;br /&gt;35) she got 3 sore spots...&lt;br /&gt;36) she like cha kway teow..mai hum mai hiam...&lt;br /&gt;37) she loves ice cream (neopoliteon flavour is her fave.....)&lt;br /&gt;38) she love chocolates...&lt;br /&gt;39) she wanted to try my fondue.. haha&lt;br /&gt;40) she loves banana split...&lt;br /&gt;41) she noes i like penguin n doggies...&lt;br /&gt;42) she like big dogs....&lt;br /&gt;43) she like to wear collar tee...&lt;br /&gt;44) she loves me too... (althou she din really say it herself..but i noe)&lt;br /&gt;45) she is the eldest in her family...&lt;br /&gt;46) she has a way with kids...&lt;br /&gt;47) she is a 8th grade pianist..&lt;br /&gt;48) her mum call her "mun mun"&lt;br /&gt;49) her mum is cantonese n her dad is teochew...&lt;br /&gt;50) she's teochew...but she's nt crazy abt yam...(i'm nt teochew but i'm crazy abt yam!! duh..)&lt;br /&gt;51) she duno much teochew language...&lt;br /&gt;52) she love Terran n Dylan!! (cos they r cute...really...=p)&lt;br /&gt;53) she likes guys who noe how to dance...&lt;br /&gt;54) she's v.serious abt her sch work...&lt;br /&gt;55) she wans to go uni in future..&lt;br /&gt;56) we pushed Dylan around ntuc in his pram n she said it felt like married life...(aww..)&lt;br /&gt;57) she feels cold easily...i feel warm easily...&lt;br /&gt;58) she likes to b hugged...(she told me it's romantic to hug.. back to front...)&lt;br /&gt;59) she loves to take les pic with jia rong.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;60) i plan to marry her when i'm 27 yrs old n she's 25 by then...by that time we can push our own baby pram around ntuc.... dream come true... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in summary... i love her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace.. i'll tk care of u.. n i'll wan us to b together forever... dat's a promise not to b broken... trust me.. u r the girl who will b my wife in future...i will nt let u down... please pardon me n dun b angry with me if i say sumting wrong... i noe i'm v.bad with words... i'm nt so gd at talking... i wun wan to make u angry...let's walk forward to this future with me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan the Sillyhead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112584505495286299?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112584505495286299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112584505495286299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112584505495286299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112584505495286299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/09/great-wk.html' title='great wk...'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112549722400150488</id><published>2005-08-31T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:07:04.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel good..</title><content type='html'>i love u.. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112549722400150488?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112549722400150488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112549722400150488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112549722400150488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112549722400150488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-feel-good.html' title='i feel good..'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112467336465442429</id><published>2005-08-22T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T09:16:04.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm an idiot...</title><content type='html'>i cant lose her now... i only love her... how can i make her happy? she dun seems to be happy... she's nt happy abt me... wat can i do now? i really duno wat to do... mayb she's v.stressed now... mayb she's v bz with her work... i shudn't disturb her ba... but i cant help it... cos i love her... i wan her to b happy... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112467336465442429?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112467336465442429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112467336465442429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112467336465442429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112467336465442429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-idiot.html' title='i&apos;m an idiot...'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112463816321393322</id><published>2005-08-21T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:29:23.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace... i dun wan to lose u...</title><content type='html'>... these few days i keep havng the same nightmare for 2 consecutive nights.. i dreamt of Grace leaving me for another guy... he's long hair, blond and with earrings.. nt the type that Grace like... i;ve tok to her abt it... she feels dat my nightmare wun come true cos she dun like this kind of guy... i'm assured by that...but.. i cant help feeling helpless becos i'm nt a perfect guy for her... i'm silly... i duno her hints.. it's my first time wooing a gal with such effort.. and dat guy is more experienced than me definitely... she noes he's wooing her too... i feel dat i will fail... but i dun wan to lose her... i dun wan to let go... i love her so deeply... i actually tot abt the future with her...without her... i duno wat my future will b like... i noe we noe each other only like 1 mth plus... it'll tk some more time for us to develop... but i missed her everyday... tink abt her every day... i'm nt normal now... my family find me abnormal..whenever i see her... i find she's more n more beautiful as each day passes.. i luv her more n more with each day...i duno wat i shud do now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112463816321393322?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112463816321393322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112463816321393322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112463816321393322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112463816321393322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/08/grace-i-dun-wan-to-lose-u.html' title='Grace... i dun wan to lose u...'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112419722165087099</id><published>2005-08-16T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:13:07.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of no work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/1600/29th%20july%20050092.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/1600/29th%20july%20050111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/29th%20july%20050111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha this is a new one... looks nice rite? too bad my fone camera is nt so gd yet... still blurry... haha.. i spent the whole afternoon doing this n after that i took my lunch... mayb got use to odd lunchtime liao... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... i still have alot.... but din take pic to upload here... =p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to fetch her today... had some fun tickling each other haha... hmm... u may tink dat i m using tickling her as an excuse to hug her... haha... hmm... dat's a good idea oso... haha i nv tot of that... only wan to tickle her... haha... when i first noe she oso scared of tickling i was like..."wahaha can bully her oso liao.." cos i oso afraid of being tickled.... =p hahaha found my match finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112419722165087099?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112419722165087099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112419722165087099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112419722165087099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112419722165087099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-day-of-no-work.html' title='first day of no work...'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112377296716975540</id><published>2005-08-11T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:09:27.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how u shud eat a meal...</title><content type='html'>how u shud eat ur meal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually appetizer first......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the soup....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the main course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nx will be desserts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then wala... pay the bill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe how i shud eat my meal le... =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112377296716975540?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112377296716975540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112377296716975540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112377296716975540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112377296716975540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-u-shud-eat-meal.html' title='how u shud eat a meal...'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112363998737032934</id><published>2005-08-10T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:48:53.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling sick...</title><content type='html'>bad weather... rain until it's like so cold... and the next moment... the sun came out n it's scorching hot... .. no wonder my flus is still persisting... haha... gotta watch my diet liao... Grace was like worried abt my flu n wanted me to see a doc.. but i dun wan to as most of the time when i'm down with flu i just let it heal by itself... n nowadays i dun really trust doctors.. their words cant b trusted... they can say the patient is ok n the very next nite the patient pass away... dat's y i dun believe them anymore... i was kinda stupid to even think of being a doctor when i was young..crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... yesterday was a fun day with Grace.. i noe she is nice to me... perhaps more than just NICE to me... =p.. went to watch charlie n the choclate factory with her... had out dinner.. or supper... haha.. well... it was yesterday that i realised dat i'm really an idiot... first thing first: i dun noe how to change hints.. next, i dun remember wat she likes... hmm... mayb i'm too bz?? mayb nt... ok... now i'm gonna list down wat i remember abt her... just in case i forgot again... i still can refer... to b frank my memory is nt as bloody gd as before... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat i noe abt Grace:&lt;br /&gt;1) she only buy honey milk tea from sweet talk.&lt;br /&gt;2) she drinks coffe almost everyday..&lt;br /&gt;3) she likes chocolates (dat i wun forget haha)&lt;br /&gt;4) she have frequent gastric problem..&lt;br /&gt;5) she is allergic to peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;6) allergic to seafood&lt;br /&gt;7) she got 3 sore points... (i'm trying hard nt to mention them)&lt;br /&gt;8) she's pretty..&lt;br /&gt;9) she's very cute.. haha&lt;br /&gt;10) she like cha kway teow (mai hum mai hiam)..&lt;br /&gt;11) her dad duno that her stomach ulcer acted again...&lt;br /&gt;12) she dun consider confession thru msn n sms as confession at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great.. i could remember that much... i tink i'm really a jerk... need to ask her more.... but at least i did tell her i like her personally... duno if she consider that as a confession.. but i can feel dat she is starting to accept me, rite Grace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... i can add more... i remember some...&lt;br /&gt;13) she is allergic to prawns!!&lt;br /&gt;14) she likes siew mai.&lt;br /&gt;15) she likes piggy, duckie and penguin!!&lt;br /&gt;16) her left thumb was still injured..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112363998737032934?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112363998737032934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112363998737032934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112363998737032934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112363998737032934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/08/feeling-sick.html' title='feeling sick...'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112290884130777411</id><published>2005-08-01T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:18:40.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grace had a stomach ulcer...</title><content type='html'>today i slept well... woke up refreshed in the morning... feeling good at first... as usual i was playing my online game.... until abt 8.30am lidat... grace msg me and ask me wat time the polyclinic opens.. i was like"omg she's not feeeling well?!"... i was so worried... and told her abt the operating time..... she told me she had stomach ulcer b4... and she feels as if it's coming back... i stopped all my stuff n i told my mum i'm going to work early for stock check... and prepared for work... i went to accompany her to the clinic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reach there, she was waiting for her turn to register... then i waited with her n found out alot of things abt her she nv told me b4... we talked abt lotsa stuff... got to noe more abt her...&lt;br /&gt;i was so worried dat she could have fainted in the bus alone n no one noes until they get to the bus interchange... i was so afraid that sumting might happen to her... hmm... she din tell her dad abt it... cos she is afraid dat he wud scold her for nt taking regular meals... haiz... i duno wat's going to happen to her at nite when she slps cos she told me last time she is so painful when it struck at nite.... wat shud i do? i'm so useless.... she's in pain now n i cant do anything to help her... wat can i do? just pray for her n hope she will b fine? hopefully she will get better tml... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112290884130777411?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112290884130777411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112290884130777411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112290884130777411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112290884130777411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/08/grace-had-stomach-ulcer.html' title='grace had a stomach ulcer...'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112273692931780225</id><published>2005-07-30T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:22:29.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm... almost screwed up...</title><content type='html'>everyone is different... today i learnt this lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat 1 person dun like doesn't mean all the ppl dun like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like when i go out with 1 gal... she doesn't like ppl to noe we were going out together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so.. i behave the way of hiding... not wanting ppl to noe abt me going out with a gal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and becos of this... i almost screwed up badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace din like dat.. she doesn't wan me to hide it cos she tot dat i feel ashamed going out with her... the fact is... my past experiences taught me that way.. nt i'm ashamed... of cos i wun b ashamed of going out with her... i was more than happy when she agreed to go out with me for a movie... i really am happy with her... mayb i din really understand how she feels... give me time lor... ppl need time to learn mah... furthermore grace like to b wooed for a few mths b4 actually going steady... haha... quite like me when i was in sec sch... interesting... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily... she did understand me... and i was blessed with a chance... lucky me... =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112273692931780225?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112273692931780225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112273692931780225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112273692931780225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112273692931780225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmm-almost-screwed-up.html' title='hmm... almost screwed up...'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112268621318975398</id><published>2005-07-30T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T09:39:05.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday was a fun day!!</title><content type='html'>haha.. my off day yesterday was great... althou there's a little episode in the early afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;i went to Batman's hse early afternoon to help him fix his com.. his com was all over the place after he shifted hse... so he wan me to help him... but i tink i made a mess... one thing is... everything was abt to b ok.. it's only the power supply... his power plugs are all over the place... n his modem or router doesn't have a plug... so he just pass me one... one that fits the hole... (hmm... sounded crude rite?) ok... basically is... while i was trying to do the stuff and all that.. i saw smoke coming out of the modem... i tink batman saw it too.... i quickly switch off the plug... i tink he saw it but he kept quiet... i din say anything much too... just said: hmm i duno the settings... he told me it's alrite... he can ask singnet to help him fix... then he showed me his "gun" and knife... it's 6 inch long... wow! haha... but i still feel bad abt his modem... i tink i spoil it... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in ther afternoon i was glad that duckie was able to catch the island on an earlier slot with me... so dat we could actually go somewhere else instead of lot 1 hahaha... we watched the island n she was totally grossed by the film... haha esp the surgery part... the part where they were cutting the person's chest... haha... anyway... the film is super nice... then we walked around to let duckie calm down... haha... b4 we go to swensen's!!!!!!!! haha..... we have great fun last nite..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112268621318975398?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112268621318975398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112268621318975398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112268621318975398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112268621318975398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/07/yesterday-was-fun-day.html' title='yesterday was a fun day!!'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112256093196832579</id><published>2005-07-28T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:28:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!! off day!!</title><content type='html'>haha... i'm so happy now... having a day off is different now...&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml i'll going to watch the island... haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i'm just happy...&lt;br /&gt;stupid mocha... cause me to have gastric gas.. mayb i cant take caffaine... haha... the only caffaine product i take is pepsi n coke... dat's all... =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112256093196832579?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112256093196832579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112256093196832579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112256093196832579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112256093196832579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/07/yay-off-day.html' title='yay!! off day!!'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112247864014141414</id><published>2005-07-27T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:37:20.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocs day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/1600/Ryan0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/Ryan0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/1600/Ryan007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/Ryan007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... today bought this 2 chocs... partly becos grace wanted to come to my workplace for a check and partly i wanted to eat them!! haha... so cool... even woody likes chocs now... haha... drank a cup of chocs ice blended when grace came... then pass her the chocs on the right... haha... so happy today... she seems to b less troubled than previously i saw her... well dat's good... muz stay strong n cheerful!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woody was puzzled n ask me y i gave the chocs to grace... i told him she blackmailed me hahaha... well at that time he was bz... so i guess he wasn't listening...&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112247864014141414?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112247864014141414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112247864014141414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112247864014141414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112247864014141414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/07/chocs-day.html' title='chocs day!!'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-112126566171885606</id><published>2005-07-14T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:41:01.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blackout</title><content type='html'>omg... today is so sucky... lot 1 got a blackout... but one thing weird abt it is... only the corridor's lights are down... air con are down... the shops' light r still on..... this really sux... especially when my workplace is full of spotlights.... and breadtalk is the only shop that's totally blackout... hahahahaha... see this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/1600/Ryan004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/Ryan004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark rite? and one hour ltr it was like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/1600/Ryan008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/Ryan008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was when everything was ok... zzzzzzzz lucky for this blackout... i was so slpy today... hahaha... now it's too warm to even doze off... haha... look at this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/1600/Ryan006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4040/638/320/Ryan006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see... it aint moving at all... and all the spot lights are so hot!!!!... argh... when... one gd thing is that we weren't so bz at that time... hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-112126566171885606?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/112126566171885606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=112126566171885606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112126566171885606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/112126566171885606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/07/blackout.html' title='blackout'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006986.post-110596483301498616</id><published>2005-01-17T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T20:27:13.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why does ppl place probes in animals....</title><content type='html'>i once saw this tv program... it's abt some scientists investigating the habitats of snakes... this is how they do it.... they first catches the snakes, bring them back to their lab and they implant a small tracker device into the snakes, making the location of the snakes known to the scientists.... their reason for doing dat was just to study how many snakes r there and their living patterns.... it makes me wonder.... we have heard stories on aliens capturing human in the past.... r the aliens doing wat these scientists are doing rite now? the aliens also wats to study abt us.... abt how we live.... and even abt our ability..... hmm.... kinda scary rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... life is lidat... it's like the world we r living is just so limited.... the universe is so vast.... so scary.... there's nv ending things to learn and there is forever sumting out there for us to discover.... we r nv alone.... humans r nt the only civilisation in this world.... there shud b more......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006986-110596483301498616?l=targelom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/feeds/110596483301498616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006986&amp;postID=110596483301498616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/110596483301498616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006986/posts/default/110596483301498616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targelom.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-does-ppl-place-probes-in-animals.html' title='why does ppl place probes in animals....'/><author><name>Ryan Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443141849307664775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
