<?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-30129239</id><updated>2011-11-25T23:20:56.778+08:00</updated><category term='my happiest moments'/><title type='text'>MY 3mpty_h3@rt</title><subtitle type='html'>e vinE dude with e pAssion for bbAll,polo,studies,work, which are the 4 main things in his lifE besides his family.
be the coolest barman !


goals in life 
$earn m0re money$
&amp;be a go0d bf(if i'm one)&amp;
&amp;be a go0d son and brothEr&amp;
!stUdy h@rd!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30129239.post-3805162147041553682</id><published>2011-11-25T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T23:20:56.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope that we can still be how we used to behave... i need a hug from you..&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-3805162147041553682?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/3805162147041553682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=3805162147041553682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/3805162147041553682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/3805162147041553682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-hope-that-we-can-still-be-how-we-used.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-2697680500980910758</id><published>2011-09-14T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:52:01.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is very demoralizing when you treated me like a transparency, it's so saddening and heart breaking. You ain't wrong to treat me like this, talk to me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever, Flu, Migraine and cough, why are you haunting me when work and love is bad enough towards me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-2697680500980910758?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/2697680500980910758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=2697680500980910758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2697680500980910758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2697680500980910758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-is-very-demoralizing-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-7857823847784382407</id><published>2011-09-12T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:48:02.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To my dearest GIRLFRIEND,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously lost for words, blame on my poor vocabulary etc.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't find words that best describe how i am feeling towards you baby.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a chance, i upset you.&lt;br /&gt;i made a promise, and you came back.&lt;br /&gt;I broke that promise, and you are coming back no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on my temper, but trust me baby.. i am doing whatever i can to control it, to tame that hot temper of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for unknowingly remind you of the past, believe me baby ... i really don't mean it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i really wish to take my heart out, put it right into your face and let you see how serious am i towards you. To show you how much i love you to the extend of me being lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because i really do love you, that i am willing to make sacrifices and being fussy with everything (Because i really didn't want anything bigger to happen in the future.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really putting in the effort and i hope you will too... somehow or another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOUGH TIMES DON'T LAST, TOUGH MAN DO...&lt;br /&gt;The same for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are smart enough, you understand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Beloved Boyfriend... I LOVE YOU..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-7857823847784382407?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7857823847784382407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=7857823847784382407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7857823847784382407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7857823847784382407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-my-dearest-girlfriend-i-am-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-3044662509681228229</id><published>2011-09-12T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:58:53.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't you see i am whole lot serious bout you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you feel that i am really putting in the effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel that my heart's shattered by the way you treated me? so coldly, am like a total transparency ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you understand that i did that out of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't like it, lets talk it out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-8257622710365816789</id><published>2011-09-01T03:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T03:16:52.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will it end or cont?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never-ending love..... is all i wish for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3am and i am just done with a little portion of my work,&lt;br /&gt;mental stress and exhaustion stepping,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you are reading it...&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to hear your voice so that i could be recharged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem so far away, just pictures pictures and pictures for motivation...&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-4158770083931062337</id><published>2011-08-31T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T17:50:34.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sudden pile up of work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog address changed, i questioned, and a time out card given, there goes the planning effort for 3rd sept down the drain, FUCK MY LIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-4158770083931062337?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-30129239.post-2188662365769675621</id><published>2011-08-19T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T15:38:49.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HER: Can we just go to facebook and put in a relationship with each other? So that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me on Cloud 9 and sky high, but we do have to understand that we ain't able to do just that at this moment, for a greater cause..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What experience should i buy this time for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-2188662365769675621?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/2188662365769675621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=2188662365769675621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2188662365769675621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2188662365769675621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2011/08/her-can-we-just-go-to-facebook-and-put.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-3466377959774263594</id><published>2011-08-15T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T17:04:11.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No matter how hard i try or what i do,&lt;br /&gt;i do understand that it remain there for a very long time,&lt;br /&gt;Or else, it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really hope that you understand that i really didn't meant for all of those to happen. But it did, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been very cold towards me, and have been very cruel with your words to me. But Baby, i really still do love you and no matter how hard i try, i am sorry i ain't able to leave or to 'unlove' you no matter how hard i try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day and Night, you have never left my thoughts for a moment. I can't concentrate on the things i need to do.... PLEASE COME BACK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i saw you ytd, i really hoped for time to hold so that i could enjoy the time spent with you. I really did appreciate every single moment spent with you, and i love it simply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that you believe the Tarrot Card readings on our relationship's outcome as a failure, and i am not saying that i do not believe in it...i am just merely trying to prove it all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was a prediction, that this man will die... and he did BUT he came back to life the next second."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GOD gave us heart to feel and a brain to think on our own, it's for us to decide on our fate, he can of course lay a path but whether to walk that path or to create another for ourselves depends on us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUZANNE, please have faith in us, somehow or another we will be able to overcome tough obstacle... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUZANNE, 我爱你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-3466377959774263594?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/3466377959774263594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=3466377959774263594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/3466377959774263594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/3466377959774263594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-matter-how-hard-i-try-or-what-i-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-3637614518715303276</id><published>2011-08-10T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T19:41:12.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My men came to me today...&lt;br /&gt;And said...&lt;br /&gt;"Sir...can you not work till so late and being so tired everyday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry bro, i can't... there's too much things to settle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him,&lt;br /&gt;"The platoon doesn't wanna see their PC looking so exhausted everyday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply,&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay, as long as they appreciate what i am doing... as long as people do appreciate i don't mind... it's my passion, my purpose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him,&lt;br /&gt;"You should try hanging out more often, so that you can spend more time with her, leave work aside. No point getting so stressed up with work and your temper will worsen too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply,&lt;br /&gt;"Bro, i just lost her due to my temper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it continues.... so on so forth..but thanks for the nice concern, i think it's more than enough for me to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Suzanne my life, even though it was just a short 2 months&lt;br /&gt;My time were mostly spent with her&lt;br /&gt;I was easily jealous, and i changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my temper, my cool and my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I held her fist so tight, and it hurt her&lt;br /&gt;I pulled her so hard and she fell(MY HEART BROKE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't pretending to be concern towards you baby, i was really sincerely concerned..&lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry, don't leave me.&lt;br /&gt;I promise that none of these will happen again, i really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your boyfriend Suzanne... i really do :(&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/30129239-3637614518715303276?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/3637614518715303276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=3637614518715303276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/3637614518715303276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/3637614518715303276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-men-came-to-me-today.html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wXyyc1mmbsE/TkE01O3-GbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YR2a4TczzWs/s1600/ac8253d38414e32a2f18542dac7b3fd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wXyyc1mmbsE/TkE01O3-GbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YR2a4TczzWs/s320/ac8253d38414e32a2f18542dac7b3fd1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638846297575135666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uLW2y6XPPhM/TkE01O2EAqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WgPmc9gkvps/s1600/9af690c5bd913e885c02e6f4ccdc421c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uLW2y6XPPhM/TkE01O2EAqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WgPmc9gkvps/s320/9af690c5bd913e885c02e6f4ccdc421c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638846297567134370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very hard for me to put this full stop to the end of this chapter in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i can't bear to let it go,...好辛苦很痛苦 伤痛了你 对不起 我爱你 &lt;br /&gt;I wonder what have i not done enough for both of us...&lt;br /&gt;I guess after all that i have done is down the drain, cos of the words that i have said, the pain i had inflicted..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't meant for it to happen, i just didn't want you to walk out of my life, didn't want you to leave&lt;br /&gt;i held you back so hard, you felt hurt&lt;br /&gt;i pulled you back cos i didn't want you to walk away&lt;br /&gt;but you fell&lt;br /&gt;你伤到，我心痛， 我不是故意的。。。对不起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, though john is of the past but when i see anything tt i have got to do with him, i felt uncomfortable, when i saw you texting him i lost my cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i still love you so much even till now when you so decided to leave my side.&lt;br /&gt;if you give me another chance, which i doubt so, i will never use any strength anymore&lt;br /&gt;i will let you walk away when you are angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/30129239-8782062618902531828?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/8782062618902531828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=8782062618902531828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8782062618902531828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8782062618902531828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-is-very-hard-for-me-to-put-this-full.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJUX-vH57oM/TkE01AzZfuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/__1WbNDdlaA/s72-c/3e03fcb2e81683b3e631b690f0c32785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30129239.post-7784068800770615056</id><published>2011-08-09T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:37:05.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Broken the code of conduct, mentioned the words of anger, done the unforgivable, end of a short chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really over this time.&lt;br /&gt;I told the man up there recently, my temper has improved tremendously and i am ready to face any challenges, here came one.&lt;br /&gt;and i failed it terribly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized, if a girl choose to walk away, let her be... once she has cool it, she will be right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN, I PROMISE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-7784068800770615056?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7784068800770615056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=7784068800770615056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Yes I will be but I guess I will have to bear with it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-7683545943864697537?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7683545943864697537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=7683545943864697537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7683545943864697537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7683545943864697537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2011/07/out-of-sightout-of-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-4527167498815009186</id><published>2011-07-28T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T14:19:12.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First knew a special someone on 130611, talked, dated, and i fell in love with her...&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda complicated, but i don't mind. I wonder if she will tell me again to un-love her ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaking... it really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants us to have a time off for 2 weeks, if she wants it, i will just respect her decision and let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if she can bear through the 2 weeks... i doubt i can, will be missing her every single day, hr, min, sec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's that special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I LOVE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-4527167498815009186?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/4527167498815009186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=4527167498815009186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/4527167498815009186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/4527167498815009186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-knew-special-someone-on-130611.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-8427431460379922910</id><published>2011-07-16T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T19:58:09.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met a girl lately, she's real sweet, lovely and beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;but she's always angry with me, any kind soul able to tell me why is she behaving this way ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read my blog and soon after, she wants me to call her nothing but her name ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now she's my everything, but i ain't any of her life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-8427431460379922910?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/8427431460379922910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=8427431460379922910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8427431460379922910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8427431460379922910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-met-girl-lately-shes-real-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-7545822809574165117</id><published>2011-07-16T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T13:54:15.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fell in love lately....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-7545822809574165117?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7545822809574165117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=7545822809574165117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like there's absolutely no one that i am able to speak to, and it just seems like i am hanging off the hook by my heart and there's a feeling there i hate most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years has passed and it seems like the relationship within my family hasn't gotten any better and why does it have to be this way of all ? of all the times i kept trying my best to help speed up the process of patching things up and up to my disappointment it had never gotten any better . In fact it's worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's condition's getting worst, and i have got no idea when's he's going to get better.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that somehow or another that he will be able to get a home soon so that things will better i guess... am sick of all the quarrels etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in ARMY is hectic at times but it's alright i guess..... many times i tend to ponder if there's any chance of me succeeding outside of government sector ? it seems like only through qualifications that one was advance in their career faster than the other and why must it be this way ? it's a hard fact of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when will things be getting any better ? I WANNA EARN MORE MONEY, A CAREER WHICH I LOVE TO BE IN AND $$$$$$ .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-9157729329315205821?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/9157729329315205821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=9157729329315205821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/9157729329315205821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/9157729329315205821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-truly-flies-with-blink-of-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-5100530845282604309</id><published>2010-09-11T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T02:44:11.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lately have been of total exhaustion,&lt;br /&gt;working everyday since 30th aug till now and it wun stop till the 17th of sept ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if things are going to be better ? or the worst has yet to come ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eye bags are getting darker , and exhaustion's settling in ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder i wonder i wonder ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-2249022174961136895</id><published>2010-08-23T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:48:46.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past months have been tiring , although i am just done with a full week of leave(but instead of enjoying was recovering from a terrible illness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how would things be in the near future ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-2249022174961136895?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/2249022174961136895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=2249022174961136895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2249022174961136895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2249022174961136895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2010/08/past-months-have-been-tiring-although-i.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-6452704182307033367</id><published>2010-06-30T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:32:18.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling so awkard suddenly, that somehow life seems so boring suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-6452704182307033367?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/6452704182307033367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=6452704182307033367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/6452704182307033367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/6452704182307033367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2010/06/feeling-so-awkard-suddenly-that-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-7076855613891327928</id><published>2010-06-21T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:19:41.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it seems like life have been kinda boring, army kinda took away the once exciting life i had ... it seems now the best place to be in is either home (watching plenty of movie/drama) or in camp working like a workaholic , meeting up with brothers and friends no longer part of the past regime we had which revolved around gaming mah jong bball, cycling and having heart to heart talks. the past of working odd jobs together no doubt brought back little income for us , nevertheless, life was plentiful and enjoyable. now it's drinking or a short supper together .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to admit that everyone, all of us  have grown up and our own responsibility is the top concern at the moment. sometimes we are too busy to even met up a for problem/trouble sharing session .. &lt;br /&gt;it's a fact that life have changed for all of us and it will be worst as we age on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with another blink of an eye  brothers will slowly start their family and walk the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this path currently is lonely... very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i hope i can study anytime soon but the fact that grades were rock bottom and ranking isn't that good, part-timing would be of the only solution for the time being . &lt;br /&gt;it's hard to juggle between work and studies... and i wouldn't wanna get back to it again. the exhaustion/mental stress/ and the impact on the physical :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to that extrme , means abs. no time for family, friends and etc ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda fustrating isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe someday things will work out, I JUST NEED TO START WORKING ON MY DREAMS AND THOUGHTS instead of just planning and no execution&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/30129239-7076855613891327928?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-30129239.post-8959096458457285246</id><published>2010-06-16T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:46:48.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back....&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who's passer by and someone . oh well, to passerby, my birthday wasn't that great, but it's fine. someone - thanks for your comments and thoughts and greatly appreciate that :D&lt;br /&gt;4 months had months had past and time do truly flies with a blink of an eye though.&lt;br /&gt;have already commission and posted to my new unit, and it has been great! at least better than OCS i guess...&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't prepared to commission as an officer as life would totally be different, as in an over-night kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we were cadets taking instructions and next we are commissioned officers the very next day and giving instructions. oh well i guess i managed that part of cultural shock and so did my fellow course mates.&lt;br /&gt;months had past and there's quite an amt of things and lessons, experiences that i've encountered and learnt, quite a load-full .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUARDS CONVERSION COURSE was from 25thmay to 10th jun, it was tough and challenging, but i went thru it and hence i'm a GUARDSMEN now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended my elder bro's wedding and was happy for him, an elder brother of mine happily married , LOVE HIM SO MUCH and if only dad could stay thru his wedding.&lt;br /&gt;my relative were all asking... "des, so when's your turn ?" gosh, all i can say is i dunno i dunno and i dunno cos right now i'm single :D&lt;br /&gt;but all i know is mine would be a nice, romantice, beautiful military wedding and it will be in fullerton(u get what i mean) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! did i mention my sis grad from poly ? yup she did , and i'm happy for her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this family is totally out everywhere we hadn't spent a nice time together like those of memories many years back ... if only, my family could come back one day to really be able to get along well, and laugh at every single matter laid out.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's keeping things to themselves and the family has lost its joy and laughter since the many years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope there will be a solution for me soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work's getting smoother and i hope someday somehow, i'm able to prove my worth, though it had been proven during my course, but i wanna it to be bigger.&lt;br /&gt;who isn't greedy and hungry for the word success and accomplishment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-8959096458457285246?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/8959096458457285246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=8959096458457285246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8959096458457285246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8959096458457285246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-3632461208985950549</id><published>2010-02-26T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:01:12.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling extremely down for the past weeks ....&lt;br /&gt;negative feelings all day long &lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;i ain't able to keep my cool anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp the past 5 months since i got in here&lt;br /&gt;i really hate this place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this years no matter what i did, i've never been appreciated .&lt;br /&gt;it only came back with negative feed backs , back stabs etc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing shit here for the past 5 months , and seriously , &lt;br /&gt;i learnt nothing . nothing at all to apply when i get post to my unit&lt;br /&gt;while i'm doing shit loads in the dark quietly ... others are claiming credits in the lime light &lt;br /&gt;denied of chances to outshine .&lt;br /&gt;goodness sake , i'm a regular yet i'm only given 1 fuking appt thru out&lt;br /&gt;yet others get plently of appts ...field appt/ admin etc ... to prove their worth .&lt;br /&gt;it's ok . leave the sword out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been practising and learning for the place as a parade commander for my commissioning parade , i brushed up on my commands and drills .&lt;br /&gt;yet when our sir came today and ask the platoon who's still in the run for the parade commander, my name wasn't mention. i feel so transparent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do everyone have to always look down on me... the fuking things i do .&lt;br /&gt;i ain't any lousier than them, i'm pretty sure of it. pretty sure ....&lt;br /&gt;is it because i wasn't in this wing from the start ? and got posted here from sierra after service term ? and cos i ain't from jc too ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling so lonely ... so emotional... negative ...disappointed ... sad.. &lt;br /&gt;my threshold have depleted alot ... simple things piss me off&lt;br /&gt;i've reached the lowest pt of my life again ...&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when will it get better again???&lt;br /&gt;what should i do ?&lt;br /&gt;what can i do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who on earth will understand how i feel, right now ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-3632461208985950549?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/3632461208985950549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=3632461208985950549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/3632461208985950549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/3632461208985950549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-feeling-extremely-down-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-9012613699625317987</id><published>2010-02-22T05:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T05:57:37.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>came back on sunday morning from confinement and decided to make a trip to church met wei yi for movie&lt;br /&gt;and waited for dad to be back so that i can use the car =/ &lt;br /&gt;picked ben down to his place as he was late , we were gonna ball at yishun anyway &lt;br /&gt;too long since we played ball, hence ? we lost terribly lol... but it was fun playing ball again as a team ...&lt;br /&gt;good old days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with wei yi while ben was home eating dinner with family &lt;br /&gt;emilynn suddenly texted me that "hope u have a good dinner later"&lt;br /&gt;was shocked, happy, delighted! :) ... cos i have been waiting for her text for a long long time ... i miss her :(&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if her eyes' alright ? i wonder if she resting well , i'm wondering everything about her . i hope she changes her mind and take me back. and have a fresh start . And this time no more temper and will be replaced by conversation ... miscommunication was the key failure besides my temper ...&lt;br /&gt;i hope GOD grant my wishes ..&lt;br /&gt;for emilynn and i &lt;br /&gt;for dad to get a place ... our home (4 room flat :))&lt;br /&gt;hope dad will have no more pains and have proper rest when he needs .&lt;br /&gt;and hope some wealth will roll in to help us out (toto ? will give it a shot )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss u emilynn&lt;br /&gt;i love u a hell lot&lt;br /&gt;i love u dad&lt;br /&gt;i love my siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DES.MATT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-9012613699625317987?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/9012613699625317987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=9012613699625317987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/9012613699625317987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/9012613699625317987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2010/02/came-back-on-sunday-morning-from.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-2832881554280836299</id><published>2010-02-20T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:56:18.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>months have past and comms parade seems to be closer everyday...&lt;br /&gt;i'm amazed by how fast time flies , it seems only only days back that i was enlisted .&lt;br /&gt;it seems just a week back, that i got together with her . and seem only ytd that we broke up.no matter how things seems to be/improve , it only gets worst in the end .&lt;br /&gt;yes yes , i do miss her. who wouldn't ? i mean, when u have had such a loving gf yea yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it has all gone . ALL GONE , she told me... she will never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past 4 months ben had been working, it seems like he's des.matt no.2 , miss my brother so much .we hardly had time to talk , let alone out to dance or have a few rounds  of drinks. alcohol makes the world go round .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hadn't met 'HIA DI' for sometime too , our timings had always clashed for some reasons or another ...&lt;br /&gt;everyone has different way of life now .&lt;br /&gt;one would prefer thai disco&lt;br /&gt;one would prefer chinese pub at boat quay&lt;br /&gt;the other would prefer clubbing &lt;br /&gt;and the last would prefer some chill slack place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me ? things goes according to my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing those around me celebrating their very own birthday&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how's mine gonna be like ?&lt;br /&gt;will it be like theirs ? fun, enjoyable, with lots of ppl coming by to enjoy together and make the birthday girl/boy happy ?&lt;br /&gt;or will it be another day out alone by the park or at work ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when would things reach for the better ?&lt;br /&gt;i can't do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;lonely lonely lonely ...&lt;br /&gt;i miss ma life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUARDS conversion should be in brunei this coming april i guess ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope life will be better when i graduate from course ... ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DUNNO WHAT I WANNA IN LIFE ANY 'O' MORE ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest in arms&lt;br /&gt;Keep me safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;In pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me endless summer&lt;br /&gt;Lord I fear the cold&lt;br /&gt;Feel I'm getting old&lt;br /&gt;Before my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my soul heals the shame&lt;br /&gt;I will grow through this pain&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm doing all I can&lt;br /&gt;To be a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go easy on my conscience&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not my fault&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been taught&lt;br /&gt;To take the blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured my angels&lt;br /&gt;Will catch my tears&lt;br /&gt;Walk me out of here&lt;br /&gt;I'm in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my soul heals the shame&lt;br /&gt;I will grow through this pain&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm doing all I can&lt;br /&gt;To be a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've found that lover&lt;br /&gt;You're homeward bound&lt;br /&gt;Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some have fallen&lt;br /&gt;On stony ground&lt;br /&gt;But Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest in arms&lt;br /&gt;Keep me safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;In pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me endless summer&lt;br /&gt;Lord I fear the cold&lt;br /&gt;Feel I'm getting old&lt;br /&gt;Before my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my soul heals the shame&lt;br /&gt;I will grow through this pain&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm doin' all I can&lt;br /&gt;To be a better man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-2832881554280836299?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/2832881554280836299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=2832881554280836299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2832881554280836299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2832881554280836299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2010/02/months-have-past-and-comms-parade-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-698516895959984493</id><published>2009-10-26T00:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:04:08.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since i last update this blog hmmm ...&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been filled with many unforseen problems , emotionally unstability&lt;br /&gt;i wonder  what on earth is happening to me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things are ging on my mind..... i guess it's plenty&lt;br /&gt;plenty plenty plenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to know this guy named BEN months back thru a friend named marvin&lt;br /&gt;we were first just normal bball friends, those kind of street aqquaintance?&lt;br /&gt;overtime we met , and became good friends , started knowing each other better over time&lt;br /&gt;thru bball, hmmm ... he brought me to club in malaysia , and the guys out there taught me how to dance..&lt;br /&gt;and i kinda like it ..&lt;br /&gt;lately POWER HOUSE have been a place i would go piur out ll my emotions thru dancing with my brothers , and i will feel good ..&lt;br /&gt;dancing dancing and nothing but dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing girls in club doesn't really make me so WOW! like how the other guys would ...&lt;br /&gt;ever since my last relationship, i'm starting to have the phobia and fear for girls ...&lt;br /&gt;not saying i'm gay but yea ... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show u guys my brothers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSEGLTcmvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ou4H2Ce_tUI/s1600-h/bro5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSEGLTcmvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ou4H2Ce_tUI/s320/bro5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396583495145134834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSEF3wNaTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UyNFlP7NnK0/s1600-h/bro4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSEF3wNaTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UyNFlP7NnK0/s320/bro4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396583489897064754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSEFkUJKLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/d8LYXqzdIP4/s1600-h/bro3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSEFkUJKLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/d8LYXqzdIP4/s320/bro3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396583484679071922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSEFTdcUXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KH0gda0UP94/s1600-h/bro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSEFTdcUXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KH0gda0UP94/s320/bro2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396583480154673522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSEFEa2xDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lJu1K99UOis/s1600-h/bro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSEFEa2xDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lJu1K99UOis/s320/bro1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396583476117292082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this are my brothers ... they bring me back onto my feet ... making my life a little better ... a step closer to the old desmond ... the true desmond  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss nightlife .... so fucking much ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuR_57AhkjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6SaP1WKRh4M/s1600-h/arena26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuR_57AhkjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6SaP1WKRh4M/s320/arena26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396578886565859890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuR_5kzxDJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wTUSr7AzLTs/s1600-h/arena22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuR_5kzxDJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wTUSr7AzLTs/s320/arena22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396578880606768274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuR_5eQEjrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8ZjAWCZ37Ys/s1600-h/arena6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuR_5eQEjrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8ZjAWCZ37Ys/s320/arena6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396578878846439090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuR_5OjRXWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0Ra1Q0FwIUE/s1600-h/arena3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuR_5OjRXWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0Ra1Q0FwIUE/s320/arena3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396578874632002914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuR_40EWJTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/C40_mqwF3TA/s1600-h/arena1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuR_40EWJTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/C40_mqwF3TA/s320/arena1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396578867522970930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i kinda miss my life in the past ..&lt;br /&gt;army ... really make me so dull and serious ...&lt;br /&gt;i realised one thing , when i'm smiling always... there will always be remarks ..&lt;br /&gt;REGULAR STILL NOT SERIOUS ... ALWAYS SMILING&lt;br /&gt;sick and enough of it ... i changed unknowingly ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i miss her , And i know we can't be together .....&lt;br /&gt;my career is my priority but well, i thank u so much girl, u made me happy last time ..&lt;br /&gt;very very happy truly madly deeply do ...&lt;br /&gt;and if need me to say , i truly love u so much when we were together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry my temper was really bad , and i neglected u so much when i was focusing so much on work work and work ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSEr8hMy7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/CQQIFJwHU_s/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSEr8hMy7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/CQQIFJwHU_s/s320/4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396584144011316146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSErjYxFZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wrFLU1Prba4/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSErjYxFZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wrFLU1Prba4/s320/3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396584137265059218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSErYN0t-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/pF_-f0imANY/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSErYN0t-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/pF_-f0imANY/s320/2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396584134266370018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSErCPYj_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/4fCaU4QtNfw/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSErCPYj_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/4fCaU4QtNfw/s320/1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396584128367333362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALISED I CAN'T SEEM TO CONTROL MY TEMPER ANYMORE ....   i just hoping career will turn out fine , i can get my studies done soon ... and yup&lt;br /&gt;if i have better luck , maybe some girl might step into my life ? =D&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting ... what a nice "dreams"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-698516895959984493?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/698516895959984493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=698516895959984493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/698516895959984493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/698516895959984493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-long-time-since-i-last-update.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SuSEGLTcmvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ou4H2Ce_tUI/s72-c/bro5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30129239.post-4355839040290679144</id><published>2009-09-22T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:13:41.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just talk to alwyn(lta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me , my strength's my weakness only when i'm able to over come my weakness, then there will be my strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he always told me "jian dan jiu shi mei (simplicity is beauty)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me to be confident and do what i normally do, even before all those crabs/senior officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must learn to think of ppl mindset/thinking/what's going on their mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mus learn to make painful decision to have something sacrificed for something to succeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must know what i'm thinking, there after things will take place by itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he mentioned my desire to win and outshine everyone is so strong that it became my weakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i will get things right by PRO TERM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in doubt of my own capabilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me that i wasn't involved in platoon's exercise and was to be enemy and do someting totally not in the same lvl or path with the rest cos i was the driving force behind them . he took me out to see my mates could handle stuff without my presence, unfortunately he said... they couldn't ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope one day i can be stronger, sand pull everyone along with me to be stronger ...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be recognised ........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-4355839040290679144?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-30129239.post-404239317469176276</id><published>2009-08-26T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:48:42.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fyck up day &lt;br /&gt;spent the whole damn day planning from morning till evening&lt;br /&gt;was the last group to present my mission plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wing 2 didn't even see it and name every single negative comments about it ... how it couldn't work and stuff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popped me a question which i can't answer and asked me to elaborate my attack plan, which i didn't get what she wanted moreover without my ppt slides ... screwed ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-404239317469176276?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-30129239.post-8322083378292999255</id><published>2009-08-18T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:01:08.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's post is specially for someone special to me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIM KE XIN , EMILYNN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR BIO-DATA ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got attached : 20th april 2008&lt;br /&gt;broke-up : 26th may 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girlfriend of mine , have been the best .&lt;br /&gt;too bad , i wasn't attentive enough , sensitive to her feelings and thoughtful enough . i lost her away to someone else who was able to do what i couldn't do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was the best ! seriously , no one knows her better than i do , no one regret more than me , no one thinks about her more than i do, I'M VERY VERY SURE . BECAUSE i'm able to tell everyone out there that she's in my mind heart and soul every single moment... sec, mins, day, week, month ever since i knew her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just that i didn't show it out but kept it deep down in my heart... i didn't let her  know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bros know me the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys doesn't like their girl to club that's why they dun allow their girls to club. &lt;br /&gt;1. i was afraid i ain't good enough and she will leave me for another guy if i allowed to keep clubbing or work night life (guys will always approach girls esp when the latter are beautiful just like my ex .... but she's still my baby ...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm worried for her as i'm not with her and i wouldn't know what's going to happen , i'm too protective over her &lt;br /&gt;after seeing so many fights going in nightlife . i was simply AFRAID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. i didn't gave her the reason why i dun allow her to club, but she still could understand how i feel. though when we quarrel she will club. she's different , she clubs cos she loves to dance and dancing helps de-stress for her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. which girl would travel all the way down to the bf's workplace , when she has school the next day or work at 9am ? my baby did , she would come down after 12am normally with hot steaming supper for me , cos she was afraid i would be hungry and she misses me so much she wanted to see me . she's much better than all those out there. it was always surprise and unfortunately , she normally would wait for an hour before she could surprise me when i'm about to smoke. the longest she waited 12am till 4am ... now tell me which girl can be better than her ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. she would  always send me to work and get home by herself no matter how tired is she . she would also wait till 6 am by her phone no matter how tired she was and what time is school or work , so that she couold hear my voice .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. which girl can tolerate a man's temper as bad as mine ? unfortunately ... very little &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. she stayed awake thru oput the night when i was really sleep , wiping me down with a washed warm cloth , taping me to sleep ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. would be worrieid if i have enough money, hence would always wanna pay  her share in everything . she's worried if i had enough sleep, taken my meals bla bla bla . she understands me , hence she would always make the effort to travel down, from amk to tampiness, 1 hour plus of bus train bus and walking distance. she would wait patiently for my call when i wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many more, A to Z will not be enough though ..&lt;br /&gt;cos she has been the most wonderful girl in my life ...&lt;br /&gt;and  I REALLY DO LOVE HER ALOT EVEN TILL NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl...i have been begging her to come back but it seems i'm too useless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a bad bf ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really to change and i'm changing to be a better man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want her back &lt;br /&gt;i wanna show her everything that's in my heart and mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to keep ot anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you back ...&lt;br /&gt;u complete my life baby ...&lt;br /&gt;i really mean it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-8322083378292999255?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/8322083378292999255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=8322083378292999255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8322083378292999255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8322083378292999255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-post-is-specially-for-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-2124894653448760822</id><published>2009-08-03T06:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:47:10.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOOD MORNING &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:40 am already gonna leave for field camp soon&lt;br /&gt;haiz ... i'm so kinda tired dunno why&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i hadn't had enough rest&lt;br /&gt;the weekend wasn't that great though was waiting for my dad to wake up&lt;br /&gt;so that i could send him to the hospital to see a doc regarding his serious&lt;br /&gt;back problem&lt;br /&gt;oh well , he fell down from a coconut tree when he was plucking a coconut&lt;br /&gt;and landed on his back... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well he never woke up so i slept at 2 plus so that anytime he needed me to send him to cgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am damn worried about him now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun morning drove to grandma house to pass sis my results so that she would be able to help me make enquiries on my results ... hope it can be done soon and  would raise my gpa higher so that it would be easier for me to get into a uni...&lt;br /&gt;oh well grandma's happy that i've signed on and she asked me about my studies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope there would be enough money for me to further my studies ... oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to pick lincoln up skin and yang to go pasir ris sheng song to buy my stuff... they wanted to come along too ... hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;bought my stuff and went to loyang tua pek gong to pray with them...&lt;br /&gt;asked for blessings on my trip and to quickly help me recover from that stupid injury which i have no idea how it came about ...&lt;br /&gt;dad's back pain to soothen ...&lt;br /&gt;for my ( ex :( ) baby to study hard and not drink so much ... i miss her so much and how i wish we could get back together again ... after all this while i still love her so much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i've tried not thiniking about her or it ... but it never seems to work ... i guess i love her too much . but she did mentioned... we ain't able to be together again ... i was too late... hope that guy treat her better than me ... but the best would be she coming back to me thou ...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i keep mentioning things regarding us , i tried but it failed , i love u too much and i still have that hope and believe u will come back to me and change your night life drinking / clubbing habit cos baby ... it ain't gonna help u, u will harm your health . i'm worried emilynn i love u too ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked for my career too, to make  it more smooth sailing , and for me to progress the ranks as fast as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to gain an entry slot for my uni ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my leg to last thru the 10 days field camp ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll and will be able too... but i'm afraid my leg can't take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get everything fast and make my dad retire and help my sis and da ge if they need anything ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried yet again that i will failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;des.matt's afraid of failure .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-9182083327508810684</id><published>2009-07-31T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:42:57.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometime since i last bought ... lately things haven been going on for me&lt;br /&gt;i do realised my temper.... i've not being able to change it as much as i can ..&lt;br /&gt;but all i know i am trying hard to change my temper.... seems as if it's starting to build up back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finding the best solution to divert it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... hmmm... when i said "i guess i still miss her ..." it means that i do miss her after all and not 'i think ' ...&lt;br /&gt;damn sianz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fuking leg is gone ... my both knee hurts so much that i could hardly bend it...&lt;br /&gt;my ankle hurts so much :( that i ain't able to walk stand run or sleep ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it recover soon, i dun wanna anything to happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ... i'm not gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;despite the pain i 'll bandage my ankle and knee tightly so that i can perform in next week's section field camp, i'll GO THRU IT! if i miss it .... i'm dead ... ppl!!! i so wanna recover soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss her alot and love , it's still affecting me so much ... so much so i can't concentrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't concentrate enough , what happen ?&lt;br /&gt;i let my emotions rule over me , i finally understand that it will destroy me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's starting to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind have been wondering about for the psat 2 weeks, so much so i haven been paying attention to classes and lectures and practices ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get the chance to fire off the claymore mine once a life time :( :( :( tsk ...&lt;br /&gt;haiz ... i'm FUCK UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there were only 6 to fire off the metador i was one of the top 6 ... 3 desmonds and others&lt;br /&gt;this time ... 2 desmond ... excluding me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... sigh ... so so sad ...&lt;br /&gt;my life , screwed by my own hands!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she mentioned to me ... that she realised she had been missing out so much in life . &lt;br /&gt;and ya true girl, i was able to say i can have any girl anytime .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt was me last time . but i hope u know and understand  that because i love u so much i didn't wanna upset or let u down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KEEP OUT OF CONTACTS FROM ALL OF THEM! I DELETED THEIR CONTACTS, I REFUSED ALL MEETINGS AND IGNORED ALL CALLS AND MSGES ...&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's too late to say anything or it's useless already&lt;br /&gt;because she found someone better than me and nicer to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my TEMPER destroy this relationship ... suck right i'm fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope she's happy now ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also realised i failed to understand the need to explain everything to her ... it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too late to apologise ...&lt;br /&gt;it's too late &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DES.MATT'S A GONER ..... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-9182083327508810684?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/9182083327508810684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=9182083327508810684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/9182083327508810684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/9182083327508810684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometime-since-i-last-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-6961077703186493250</id><published>2009-07-23T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:17:20.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u made me like a fool all this while&lt;br /&gt;i was a fool to come back and beg u to come back to me&lt;br /&gt;i changed&lt;br /&gt;i remained cool and silent&lt;br /&gt;i controlled my temper&lt;br /&gt;i placed aside ego and pride&lt;br /&gt;allowing u to treat me like fuck&lt;br /&gt;some nobody fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GIVE UP&lt;br /&gt;i'm out of your life&lt;br /&gt;yes it's hard i know it's hard for me&lt;br /&gt;but with u treating me like fuck&lt;br /&gt;it's far worst&lt;br /&gt;i'm off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go  be with your fucking ccb thai useless crybaby fuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-6961077703186493250?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/6961077703186493250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=6961077703186493250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/6961077703186493250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/6961077703186493250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2009/07/u-made-me-like-fool-all-this-while-i.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-7781207213935671098</id><published>2009-07-22T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:38:10.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a long time since i last update this blog , it has been manys months since i last update , too many problems in such a short time ...&lt;br /&gt;time again and again, i can't seem to take things into my own hands now&lt;br /&gt;it's too much for me to handle, simply too much&lt;br /&gt;I 'M FREAKING OUT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss bartending , it's has got nothing to do with except bartending &lt;br /&gt;mixing of drinks , doing waterfall, flairing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i just feel like giving up now, life seems so meaningless, i have many plans&lt;br /&gt;many dreams and many goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seemed so possible and realistic... right now? pointless and it can't be done that easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she left me &lt;br /&gt;she's out of my life&lt;br /&gt;i need her&lt;br /&gt;i love her&lt;br /&gt;i miss her&lt;br /&gt;she's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;i really tried....&lt;br /&gt;life's so pointless&lt;br /&gt;so meaningless&lt;br /&gt;she was what i worked towards too&lt;br /&gt;now she's ain't by my side&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling&lt;br /&gt;deeper and deeper everyday&lt;br /&gt;every single day&lt;br /&gt;she refused&lt;br /&gt;and she ain't interested&lt;br /&gt;she ain't coming back anymore&lt;br /&gt;back to my side&lt;br /&gt;to be my goals&lt;br /&gt;my dreams&lt;br /&gt;my HAPPINESS .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like giving up, i've no one to turn to&lt;br /&gt;what shall i do ?&lt;br /&gt;i'm FUCKED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-7781207213935671098?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7781207213935671098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=7781207213935671098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7781207213935671098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7781207213935671098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-8282948702270044357</id><published>2009-06-18T06:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:33:36.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;   7 months since i last post ... i'm single now&lt;br /&gt;cos i blew my top ... my temper's so bad .&lt;br /&gt;i doubt anyone could take it&lt;br /&gt;somehow i tried to talk things out but ...&lt;br /&gt;*tsk* ... it 's already over , no use talking about it&lt;br /&gt;i guess i still love her , and miss her ... MAYBE ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i've been out of action from nightlife and i'm happy i could get back to work for just 2 days&lt;br /&gt;even though it's just 2 days but i guess it's great ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARENA CAN'T BE COMPARED TO THE DAYS IN FORBIDDEN CITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously it can't be compared at all ... those days were much more happening and i miss it so much&lt;br /&gt;the guys whom went thru all kinda of shit together&lt;br /&gt;the flair practises we had ... are all gone ...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;des.matt *TSK.........*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-8282948702270044357?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/8282948702270044357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=8282948702270044357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8282948702270044357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8282948702270044357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-months-since-i-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-8943341569155263721</id><published>2008-11-25T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:10:12.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>25th november...&lt;br /&gt;fuck up day&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but it seems just tt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so hopeless so useless ... &lt;br /&gt;it's worst than anything , esp when your world just come crashing on you .&lt;br /&gt;esp when u know that you can change certain things but you just simply carn&lt;br /&gt;tt's when the word useless and hopeless comes in ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my baby girl so much ... so much till the extend i just feel empty&lt;br /&gt;i work and work none stop , to the extend i'm feeling so tired , exhausted , and screwed up. . .&lt;br /&gt;i always  wanted to accompany my baby , but i 've got no time for her .&lt;br /&gt; the word going out doesn't seems to have any impact on me .&lt;br /&gt;all i always wanted was just to chill and relax at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna go out and spend the time with baby&lt;br /&gt;but it seems no matter how hard i try to control my temper ,&lt;br /&gt;it just seems to have failed &lt;br /&gt;i'll be scolding baby like mad , busting out my temper all at her .&lt;br /&gt;i feel so ... (words just can't describe how i'm feeling)&lt;br /&gt;baby and i were quarrelling yesterday and i admit that it's really a small matter but i made it big ...&lt;br /&gt;baby can't take it anymore and she mentioned break up&lt;br /&gt;i seriously do not know what i should do &lt;br /&gt;i really love her and want her to be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... but i kept thinking when she said she was feeling sad everyday i felt screwed .&lt;br /&gt;i felt so useless and i'm still now ...&lt;br /&gt;in this world which boyfriend whom loves his girlfriend so much would be having his gf sad everyday&lt;br /&gt;tt guy must be an asshole&lt;br /&gt;and SADLY.... I'm TT ASSHOLE ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna make her happy , i've tried but it doesn't seem tt way at all ... TSK TSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my sworn brother , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.2 cried so badly because of tt fuck up bitch who treated him like fuck .. i shan't voice out the entire story but she's just fucked up i so wish to give her a peace of my mind. but i know, he wouldn't wanna it to be that way...&lt;br /&gt;i'm useless , i couldn't help him feel better ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.3 cried badly , cos when the youngest of us hia di was beaten up badly in front of his eyes , he didn't do anything to stop ... or help... i understand how he feels , at that point of time he was plain shocked and didn't know what to do . and now the distance between us have lengthen .. so much till it's unexplainable ...&lt;br /&gt;he still blame himself till today . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised myself that no matter what happen the next time i'll leave work and rush down to help them because it's because of them i hadn't been feeling lonely and able to live life till today .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried ... cos i was hopeless i couldn't made no.2 feel better ... i felt useless cos when no.5 got beaten up so badly i was working and unreachable . i 'm the asshole who's unable to make his gf happy ... there's work and family tsk.  it have reached my limit i dunno what to do ... ... ... anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost myself ....................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK MY LIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-8943341569155263721?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/8943341569155263721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=8943341569155263721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8943341569155263721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8943341569155263721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/11/25th-november.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-2833819226521331461</id><published>2008-07-04T05:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T05:36:06.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's ending soon next month. time's moving so fast tt i could hardly take note of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's ending ns is coming.sometimes how i wished i could have completed ns. so tt i can be focyusing more on stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby's my sweetest baby. forever whining and whining but i still do love her so much. cos she's my baby.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me so much to see her go thru so much shit yet there's nothing i can do abt it.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I AIN'T FREE&lt;br /&gt;sometime how i wish i could just ask GOD to stop time for me. so tt i could accompany baby for a little while more.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always tired. moody. lazy. exhausted is the word. it sux yea!?! when u really want to be with the one u love most. yet so much shit happen and u din even noe u did stupid things till u realised much much later when deepest hurt have been caused.&lt;br /&gt;SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY all i just wanna say is i'm with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE NEXT TO YOU TO HOLD YOUR HAND THROUGH THIS DARKNESS PATH SO THAT YOU WOULDN'T BE FEELING LONELY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE BEHIND YOU, PREPARING TO STOP AT ANY MOMENT JUST TO CATCH YOU FALL WATCH YOUR BACK. AND BE YOUR SUPPORT IS ANYTHING HAPPENS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE IN FRONT OF YOU BABY, SO THAT I BE YOUR SHIELD BABY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE UP ABOVE YOU SO THAT I COULD SHINE THE PATH FOR YOU. BE YOUR VERY OWN LIGHT WHICH WILL SHINE THE DARKNESS AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'M ALWAYS HERE BABY. I LOVE AND MISS YOU SO MUCH DEAREST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-2833819226521331461?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/2833819226521331461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=2833819226521331461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2833819226521331461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2833819226521331461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/07/3rd-july.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-6334677747655040148</id><published>2008-06-04T07:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T07:44:12.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4th june 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all i wanted was to chill, and have fun chatting with shaiful. the bar got slammed with plenty of orders but this time, it's bar orders. i've got cust standing by the bar ordering their drinks none stop and tt gave my work some thrill... it's like finally. i enjoyed working seriously though it was a little tiring but time seemed to passed so fast. by the time i take a look for time. it was already 2:30. finished work at 3am, went home bathed and changed. preparing to slp but somehow , i couldn't slp at all. seriously it sux, it seems like i had slept for hours but in fact it was onli an hour plus since i dozed off, for some unexplained factors, i couldn't sleep at all, i woke up feeling sad. a feeling tt hadn't came by for a very long long time. decided to have a walk and breather take a slow walk down to the coffeeshop. thought of having something light and chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who who was it that i met. a very old time neighbour uncle, dated back a whole solid tough 12 yrs back when my parents divorced and had the flat sold. we were so happy to see each other after a year plus(since mum's wake ) . he left shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wildly thoughts started invading my mind NONE STOP . how i wish i could live back tt memory when i was a child going to neighbours hse to play enjoy n have some undeniable fun ?? how i wish i could have stop my parents from divorce. how i wish i could do something so that mum wouldn't pass away ? i wish mum alot, my siblings ALOT. where there are ppl who have a complete family yet they do not appreciate . both parents alive yet they think life's tough for them n they gave up, siblings to be ard them most of the time, yet whinning away to outsiders abt how bad they were, why do ppl who have everything whine and whine, when there are ppl yearning for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carn find words to express how much i really want it to happen. i would only say i gladly give my life up for my family to stay as a whole. how i wish to have tt FAMILY once more. it is so devastating . i dunno to cry or to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i feel as though my heart have been so shattered, as though a piece of glass fell from a point so high, it broke into pieces so fine tt can be hardly seen , n being rampange upon by a hugh stampede . it sucks. it's so hard sometime to stop my tears from flowing, but i told myself i have to be strong =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but i do thank GOD for everything, he must have put us thru all this hardship so as to be stronger . i THANK HIM =)   ( BLESSING IN DISGUISE )... if never for all this, would i have been wad i'm if those tt i had asked for were granted to me ?  I DOUBT SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss baby alot , i'm so afraid she would leave me someday , she's so nice, so sweet , loving , caring etc etc (if i could i would say she score a 10 apoint 10). but no one's perfect but nvm she's near to perfect , a 9.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not richer compare to her previous&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sweeter compare to her previous&lt;br /&gt;i'm not kinder compare to her previous&lt;br /&gt;i'm not as free compare to her previous&lt;br /&gt;i'm not as lovely compare to her previous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HER MORE THAN HER PREVIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SEXXCYExofI/AAAAAAAAADc/GWWNplOmP50/s1600-h/dear1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SEXXCYExofI/AAAAAAAAADc/GWWNplOmP50/s400/dear1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207804979946037746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SEXXCYExogI/AAAAAAAAADk/36sAExDHNQg/s1600-h/dear+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SEXXCYExogI/AAAAAAAAADk/36sAExDHNQg/s400/dear+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207804979946037762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SEXXCoExohI/AAAAAAAAADs/hKz4CJ6E2DQ/s1600-h/dear3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SEXXCoExohI/AAAAAAAAADs/hKz4CJ6E2DQ/s400/dear3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207804984241005074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-6334677747655040148?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/6334677747655040148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=6334677747655040148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/6334677747655040148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/6334677747655040148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/06/4th-june-08-when-all-i-wanted-was-to.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/SEXXCYExofI/AAAAAAAAADc/GWWNplOmP50/s72-c/dear1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30129239.post-6514767804517971432</id><published>2008-06-01T06:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T06:53:00.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>31ST MAY 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda tiring but also sad. yet another barman leaving the BAR and a new guy coming in.&lt;br /&gt;should i be staying at ARENA or hop to CHINA ONE if the chance comes upon me should i or should i not ? really in a dilema...&lt;br /&gt;damn it i hate this feeling&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get reach soon and retire fiancially in some yearz to come but am i able to ? it's kinda hard . AM I RIGHT ? i believe i can do it, here's the chance, i need confidence tt's wad i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was kinda busy todae, kinda fun, enjoying. but the long hectic que never seems to stop seriously. i kept thinking of BABY :(&lt;br /&gt;was wondering if she had enough sleep ? whether am i neglecting her ? i feel so bad, tt i left her alone most of the time yet i felt very uneasy whenever she mentioned she's going clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i trust her a hell lot. but i just simply dun trust the guys, u noe when they start drinking and see a girl dance they would definately wanna grind the girl. BABY's hot i have to admit, she has got the X factor. but tt's not the reason y i fell in love with her so deeply . it's just her character, soft, kind hearted careful loving... but forever tt emotionless face. BUT I STILL DO LOVE U LOTS MY DEAR :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th june's coming i carn help feeling uneasy. no confidence at all, i keep training flaring back with those bruised arms and legs(when accidents happen)&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to tt BAR perform in it, and let everyone out there know tt ARENA has finally got tt MAN who makes chilling by the BAR wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i could stop time just for a little while to spend time with baby. i really let her down =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s baby u mean so much to me even if i have to slp a little lesser i would just to see u. i love it when u smile. thanks baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-6514767804517971432?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-30129239.post-7397931694108049290</id><published>2008-05-21T05:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T05:47:54.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5:40 AM i still carn seem to slp i wonder wadz happening to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;total screwed up sleeping disorder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby came to find me ytd while i was at work, she seemed so tired, had headache and fever. i'm so touched she still came to look for me :)&lt;br /&gt;love ya baby, pls rest well :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed my 1st month with baby, n we went out on the 19th since she was off and i was supposed to report to work at 9pm...&lt;br /&gt;of cos things screwed up at home wasn't in a good mood and baby suffered from it. i carn seem to control my temper these days i truly sincerely wonder y...&lt;br /&gt;am i getting from bad to worst ?&lt;br /&gt;SIGH, i guess will have to change it back to normal before baby decides to leave cos she carn tolerate my nonsense anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i miss baby so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY I MISS U :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been flaring like mad these days while at work, putting new moves into my routine and i can say i got abt 5 flares ?&lt;br /&gt;yup yup, work's tiring, school's stressful, but i guess it's all worth while. and wad more can i ask ?&lt;br /&gt;i have the sweetest, lovliest, caring gf ever EMILYNN my baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish we'll last i will put my best effort into it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried for my future ! =/ wanna make baby the happiest girl on earth, give her a comfy life, and my family too. but can i do it ?&lt;br /&gt;YES I WILL. 'LL DO MY UTMOST BEST TO ACHIEVE IT =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby bought me first month present , a zippo lighter BABY I LOVE IT LOTSS!! LOVE YA HUN =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry darling i couldn't get anything for u. thank u so much for being so understanding honey love ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-7397931694108049290?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7397931694108049290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=7397931694108049290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7397931694108049290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7397931694108049290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/05/540-am-i-still-carn-seem-to-slp-i.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-542371225896988014</id><published>2008-05-20T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:07:28.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAY 20TH&lt;br /&gt;our first month.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much baby :) it have been very nice, sweet loving time u gave me&lt;br /&gt;understanding thoughtful and care u gave me&lt;br /&gt;i hope it continues as long as GOD knows&lt;br /&gt;baby i LOVE ya so much&lt;br /&gt;it seems no matter how tired, down or fuck - up i felt. it seems u were always there for me my dear :)&lt;br /&gt;thank u so much baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-542371225896988014?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/542371225896988014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=542371225896988014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/542371225896988014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/542371225896988014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-20th-our-first-month.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-9105025814784216001</id><published>2008-05-16T05:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T05:44:01.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally i managed to find some energy to blog. like duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well first of all baby and i started out on 20/05/08 ! =)&lt;br /&gt;yup yup EMILYNN's my girl, baby, sweetheart, darling, dearie...&lt;br /&gt;work have been so tiring esp after i took on the role of 2nd bar IC... oh it sucks terribly.&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop being playful, stop doing all the silly stuff. have to act OLD :(&lt;br /&gt;wad to do i'm the youngest in the bar. i'm like 20 and the next youngest would be like 22... damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;work and school it seems so easy. but it's really tiring. you wouldn't wanna live the life i'm living now. sucks! everydae with those aching backs, sores on the necks. wobbly legs. sleepy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;no time even for baby :(&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so glad baby's sooooooooooooooooooooo understanding.&lt;br /&gt;thanks my dear :) love ya so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby is so nice to me,  coming to my work place to meet me for dinner . worst something she has to wait up to 30 mins like todae . sorry darling :(&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with her, 2 sticks of cigg before i head back to work.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes baby waited for me kinda long and all i could afford is tt 5 mins of smoke break and back to the bar .i miss baby so much really so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY's the best!&lt;br /&gt;1. she's sweet&lt;br /&gt;2. she's understanding&lt;br /&gt;3. she's loving.&lt;br /&gt;4. thoughtful, caring, kind(so much so tt i get pissed :)  ...)&lt;br /&gt;5. always worrying for me, worrying tt my pocket would be tight. and we got to argue over the simplest things ' payment of food etc etc etc '&lt;br /&gt;6. which girl would ever care if the bf is tired and need rest, not disturbing his slp but always ponder and hope for his presence. ( baby forgive me, i'm trying my best but it's not good enough :(... )&lt;br /&gt;7. sleeps very little so as to accompany me when i have tt 24 hrs of day off.&lt;br /&gt;8. massage me when i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh the list will get longer so i just have to simply stop typing. my fingers are tired =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLY she's the nicest, best, sweetest girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby this is for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hope, I'll be your love be everything that you need.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more with every breath truly madly deeply do..I will be strong I will be faithful 'cos I'm counting on&lt;br /&gt;A new beginningA reason for living&lt;br /&gt;A deeper meaning&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I want to stand with you on a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;I want to bathe with you in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;I want to lay like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;Until the sky falls down on me...&lt;br /&gt;And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a wish send it to heaven then make you want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;.The tears of joy for all the pleasure and the certainty.&lt;br /&gt;That we're surrounded by the comfort and protection of..&lt;br /&gt;The highest powerIn lonely hours&lt;br /&gt;The tears devour you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;BridgeOh can't you see it baby?&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to close your eyes 'cos it's standing right before you.&lt;br /&gt;All that you need will surely come...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your dream I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hope I'll be your love be everything that you need.&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you more with every breath&lt;br /&gt;truly madly deeply do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S BABY I LOVE YOU =) i'm always missing u like mad....... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-7189481643639640225</id><published>2008-04-26T06:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T06:21:21.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday night 25/04/08&lt;br /&gt;the bar became chaotic from 9pm... very slam&lt;br /&gt;of cos as usual customer offer drinks and bartenders get a little high :)  all the bartenders to be exact... nice night to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm it's 26th now ... carn   wait for the 5th man gosh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-8886861544222848490</id><published>2008-04-23T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T03:38:31.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's wednesday already gosh ... hmmm i've been in a dilema recently should i work full time at arena if they offer me or should i just work 2 part time jobs ?&lt;br /&gt;haiz... sadz ... stressed&lt;br /&gt;school's cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-8886861544222848490?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-30129239.post-764522755719707429</id><published>2008-04-22T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:33:45.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of school, was looking forward to it. but yet disappointed again when the lecturer didn't teach much things. well wad can u expect when a person have been repeating the same thing over and over and over again for sems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with yeo for interview at another bar. i wouldn't be leaving arena , i guess i'm able to handle 2 jobs from mon to sat which includes of cos! schooling :)&lt;br /&gt;gonna be so darn tough man. money makes the world go round so how ? fuck it ENJOY LESS WORK HARD = MORE MONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap yeap, was a little disappointed with the pay... 6 bucks an hr but well i guess i will have to work my way up then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired school's tmr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-764522755719707429?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/764522755719707429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=764522755719707429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/764522755719707429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/764522755719707429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-day-of-school-was-looking-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-294860483962708800</id><published>2008-04-19T07:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T08:02:24.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another day has passed,  yet too fast. i'm too tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's moving too fast and i'm 100% going mad. i 've been thinking abt my life, undoubtly seriously stressed about my future ? wadz my future gonna be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure everyone had heard this song before (of cos i change some of the lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was ust a little boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my parents what will I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be pleasant, would I be rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what they said to me:&lt;br /&gt;dear desmond desmond,What ever will be, will be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future's not ours to see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear desmond desmond,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be will be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song so simple yet it brings out the most impt element of life. the word 'FUTURE'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so stressful, i wanna grow up with a stable and good income , just to lead a very comfortable life. things doesn't have to be the best. al i wish is just to be happy and comfortable. i wouldn't mind working tt hard for tt big amount of money. i wanna my family, dad, siblings to live a very nice life. can i do it ? i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so afraid so afraid tt i would fail in career and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid to fail in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae fri. night , 18th april 2008. i didn't flair, i scrub and clean part of the bar up, when i finally finished, i felt a sense of satisfaction. as thou i had did a nice wonderful flair. it's so ... oh man i carn find the word to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met ABY, ex bartender of forbidden indochine years back, maybe 3 ? i was a small boy den, knowing nuts abt BAR. 3yrs past and i finally met him at arena, he went to japan to work as a bartender n his totally surviving perfectly fine over there ... he was very glad i grown up still a bartender and he said " gosh des, i couldn't believe u have grown up!" lol he still thinks tt i'm tt small young boy. i'm glad i have worked with all bartenders before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forbidden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM BOYAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KYDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FITRI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KHAIRUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIGAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NESTOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARREN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZACK(EX CHINA JUMP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was them whom i learnt from bits and pieces to be wad am i todae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sat now. 19th april 2008 , there's gonna be a very huge event of 500-1000 pax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT it's gonna really test my experience as a bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE FLOW COCKTAILS! FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it's only 4 cocktails, it's gonna be a hell of a night. GEEZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-294860483962708800?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/294860483962708800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=294860483962708800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/294860483962708800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/294860483962708800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-day-has-passed-yet-too-fast.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-30129239.post-5510274986887912419</id><published>2008-04-03T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T12:29:47.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fixed things up, that's wad some one told me.&lt;br /&gt;how the hell am i gonna do it, she doesn't wanna meet up&lt;br /&gt;only form of contact sms. no fone calls.&lt;br /&gt;she changed&lt;br /&gt;she wasn't like this before.&lt;br /&gt;i screwed it up last few nights damn it. i'm  screwed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-5510274986887912419?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/5510274986887912419/comments/default' title='Post 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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-30129239.post-1509127146091633067</id><published>2008-04-02T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:41:40.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/R_NUvSbvXJI/AAAAAAAAADU/l5kvb00UbaU/s1600-h/arena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184580767412346002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/R_NUvSbvXJI/AAAAAAAAADU/l5kvb00UbaU/s400/arena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;days have been great . just tt on tt special day when i celebrate the birth of myself, i was sick. yeo,chen da, daniel and shaiful gave me something funny to drink.&lt;br /&gt;from the taste and look of it, should be heineken mixed with tiger, with gin , vodka,rum , tequila, tri sec, bouborn whiskey brandy with o/j, l/j,p/j and soda. i couldn't drink cos i was on medication so yup. daniel drank more me thanks buddy :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts: hmmm I KEPT THINKING OF HER THOUGH ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are often unreasonable, illogical &amp;amp; self-centred;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive anyway&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of having selfish ulterior motives;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind anyway&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will win some false friends&amp;amp; some true friends;&lt;br /&gt;Succeed anyway&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest &amp;amp; frank, people may cheat you;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest &amp;amp; frank anyway.&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;&lt;br /&gt;Build anyway&lt;br /&gt;If you find serenity &amp;amp; happiness, they may be jealous;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy anyway&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Do good anyway Give the world the best you have, it may never be enough;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have anyway&lt;br /&gt;You see, in the final analysis, it is between you &amp;amp; God.&lt;br /&gt;It was never between you and them anyway…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-1509127146091633067?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/1509127146091633067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=1509127146091633067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/1509127146091633067'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;thanks alot&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my bros&lt;br /&gt;my sis'&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting the girl whom i can't help falling in love with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i read all those msges, i almost teared&lt;br /&gt;cos i din expect anyone to rmb my b'dae but u guys did thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to SALLY....i was on the transport back home and i heard this song which reminded me of u..&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel me girl ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I LOVE YOU  by Shakin' Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I got down on my knees and I pleaded with you,&lt;br /&gt;if I crossed a million oceans just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;,Would you ever let me down?&lt;br /&gt;If I climbed the highest mountain just to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;if I said that I would love you every single night,&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever let me down?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sorry if it sounds kinda sad,&lt;br /&gt;it's just that I'm worried, so worried that you'll let me down.&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you, love you, love you, so don't let me down.&lt;br /&gt;If I swam the longest river just to call your name,&lt;br /&gt;if I said the way I feel for you would never change,&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever fool around?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sorry if it sounds kinds bad, it's just that&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried, I'm so worried that you'll let me down.&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you, love you.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sorry if it sounds kinds bad, it's just that&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried, Yes, I'm so worried that you'll let me down.&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you, love you, Oooh, I love you, love you, love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-7048510208570577162?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7048510208570577162/comments/default' 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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-30129239.post-3793446451173835780</id><published>2008-03-28T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:32:55.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stop or cont ?&lt;br /&gt;spare me the heart ache&lt;br /&gt;it suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish 29th march doesn't come any sonner.&lt;br /&gt;it's so meaningless already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-3793446451173835780?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/3793446451173835780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN IT HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw that sat there will another event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno wth is tt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms earth singapore. means wad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy like fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 29TH MARCH SOMEMORE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY IDEA HOW SPEECIAL IS TT DAY TO ME ?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-201493688387950685?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/201493688387950685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=201493688387950685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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seems so impossible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-1929263979604893289?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/1929263979604893289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=1929263979604893289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/1929263979604893289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/1929263979604893289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-u-girl-i-wonder-what-is-there-i.html' 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we fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Cause we both thought that love lasts forever (lasts forever)&lt;br /&gt;They say we're too young&lt;br /&gt;To get ourselves sprung, oh&lt;br /&gt;We didn't care&lt;br /&gt;We made it very clear&lt;br /&gt;And they also said that we couldn't last together (last together)&lt;br /&gt;See, it's very defined, girl&lt;br /&gt;You're one of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;But you mush up my mind,&lt;br /&gt;You often get declined,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, my baby's driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful, girl,&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work.&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;[ Lyrics found at www.mp3lyrics.org/an ]&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls,&lt;br /&gt;They only want to do you dirt,&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back in '99,&lt;br /&gt;Watching movies all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when I went away&lt;br /&gt;For doing my first crime&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought that we was gonna see each other (see each other)&lt;br /&gt;And then I came out&lt;br /&gt;Mommy moved me down south&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm with my girl&lt;br /&gt;Who I thought was my world&lt;br /&gt;It came out to be&lt;br /&gt;That she wasn't the girl for me (girl for me)&lt;br /&gt;See, it's very defined, girl&lt;br /&gt;You're one of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;But you mush up my mind,&lt;br /&gt;You often get declined,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, my baby's driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful, girl,&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work.&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls,&lt;br /&gt;They only want to do you dirt,&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are fussing and now we're fighting&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why, I'm feeling slighted&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to make it better (make it better)&lt;br /&gt;You're dating other guys&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me lies&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't believe what I'm seeing with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my mind and I don't think it's clever (think it's clever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful, girl,&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work.&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over.&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;I'm way too cool for ya boy&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;We're only gonna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt; We'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt; Yeah yeah I remember&lt;br /&gt;when I was hanging with my friends&lt;br /&gt;That's when I caught your eye&lt;br /&gt; You thought that I was fly&lt;br /&gt;Right then you wished that I would be your baby (be your baby)&lt;br /&gt;You try to spit some game&lt;br /&gt;Asking me girl what ya name&lt;br /&gt;All that ice upon ya chain&lt;br /&gt;So I asked you the same&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me that&lt;br /&gt;We'll have fun together (fun together)&lt;br /&gt;I ain't easy to find&lt;br /&gt;I'm a one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I dirty wine I know your only mine&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is yours&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's for another guy (another guy)&lt;br /&gt; I'm way too cool for ya boy&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt; I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;We're only gonna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;We'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;You've been calling me&lt;br /&gt;Leaving messages all week cuz ya curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Got ya knees weak&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for a man&lt;br /&gt;So I don't want no confusion (no confusion)&lt;br /&gt; I took ya to the floor&lt;br /&gt; Got ya begging me for more&lt;br /&gt;But that was my queue to go&lt;br /&gt; So I hit the door I left you hot&lt;br /&gt;With your mind used to running wild (running wild)&lt;br /&gt;I ain't easy to find&lt;br /&gt; I'm a one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I dirty wine&lt;br /&gt;I know your only mine&lt;br /&gt;If you stick around&lt;br /&gt; Be careful not to fall in love (fall in love)&lt;br /&gt; I'm way too cool for ya boy&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;We're only gonna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt; We'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt; When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Now a couple months have past&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that this would last&lt;br /&gt;Oh everybody asked&lt;br /&gt;How ya got a girl like that&lt;br /&gt;But you should've known&lt;br /&gt;That nothing lasts forever (lasts forever)&lt;br /&gt;I mash up ya mind&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you lies&lt;br /&gt; But boy don't be surprised&lt;br /&gt;That I'm seeing other guys&lt;br /&gt;I'm too young to settle&lt;br /&gt; And you should've known better (known better)&lt;br /&gt; Damn all these beautiful girls (you should have known)&lt;br /&gt;We're only gonna do your dirt (cos I'll have)&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you suicidal, suicidal When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I SING TO U GIRL, YOUR SMILE'S TOO ADDICTIVE TO ME)&lt;br /&gt;Want to, but I can’t help it&lt;br /&gt;I love the way it feels,&lt;br /&gt;It’s got me stuck between my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;and what is real&lt;br /&gt;I need it when I want it, I want it&lt;br /&gt;when I don’tTell myself&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stop everyday, knowin’ that I won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a problem and I don’t know what to do about it&lt;br /&gt;Even if I did, I don’t know if I would quit but I doubt it&lt;br /&gt;I’m taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you&lt;br /&gt;I can barely move but I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all because of you [3X]&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all because…&lt;br /&gt;Never get enough,She’s the sweetest drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it every second&lt;br /&gt;I can't get nothing done,Only concern is the next time, I’m gonna get me some&lt;br /&gt;Know I should stay away from, cause it's no good for me&lt;br /&gt;I try and try but my obsession wont let me leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a problem and I don’t know what to do about it&lt;br /&gt;Even if I did, I don’t know if I would quit but I doubt it&lt;br /&gt;I’m taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you&lt;br /&gt;I can barely move but I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all because of you (all because of you) [3X]&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all because…&lt;br /&gt;Never get enough,She’s the sweetest drug&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t no doubt, so strung out [2X]&lt;br /&gt;Over you, over you, over you&lt;br /&gt;Because of you,&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;Never get enough&lt;br /&gt;She’s the sweetest drug, she’s the sweetest drug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-1406430161747258403?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/1406430161747258403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=1406430161747258403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/1406430161747258403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/1406430161747258403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/03/youre-way-too-beautiful-girl-thats-why.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-8673768143080727885</id><published>2008-03-24T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:41:30.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday blues....&lt;br /&gt;i stumbled upon this from gillian's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can stand by you when you are right, but a Friend will stand by you even when you are wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A simple friend identifies himself when he calls. A real friend doesn't have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A simple friend opens a conversation with a full news bulletin on his life. A real friend says, "What's new with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A simple friend thinks the problems you whine about are recent. A real friend says, "You've been whining about the same thing for 14 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Get off your duff and do something about it."A simple friend has never seen you cry. A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names. A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party. A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed. A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A simple friend wonders about your romantic history. A real friend could blackmail you with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. A real friend expects to always be there for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find this exceptionally true though, who's the simple and who's the REAL ?&lt;br /&gt;in doubt ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slpt throughout the last 2 days&lt;br /&gt;looking at my calender...DAMN IT TOMMORROW'S MY SUPP!!&lt;br /&gt;argh!!!! have not even study a single bit damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends!&lt;br /&gt;my brothers, bb 149, bb team, church besties , polo mates&lt;br /&gt;ever since i started working in nightlife, none of you i have really met and have a nice good chat. argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do miss my family the most though..&lt;br /&gt;mummy,  diane, daniel, nicholas i how i wish i could spend time with you guys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S....S....S.... how i wish time could pass faster for me to see you soon ... i miss u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-8673768143080727885?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/8673768143080727885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=8673768143080727885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8673768143080727885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8673768143080727885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-2444708433149324542</id><published>2008-03-23T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:10:48.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yawnz yawnz yawnz&lt;br /&gt;ytd was a fucking long night with fucking irritating customers whom refused to f uc ki n g que up.IDIOTS, but met some nice fellows though. cheers :)&lt;br /&gt;free flow from 10pm to 1am that was a killer though, real killer.&lt;br /&gt;worked none stop and only stop for 1 smoke break.&lt;br /&gt;was on medication last night, and drank a little suffering from my stupid actions once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept yearning to see her last night :(&lt;br /&gt;with her little fairy costume, she looked so... gosh cute sweet and lovely :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HER BADLY NOW THOUGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf!!! somebody save me! DAD MADE ME HONEY LEMON WITH GARLIC THAT SUCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to blogging. count down next sat my birthdae :) , but carn enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free flow event yet again oh gosh...... ARGHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;but well if i can get to see S... i guess it would be fine though no matter how tough it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLP SLP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-2444708433149324542?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/2444708433149324542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=2444708433149324542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2444708433149324542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2444708433149324542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/03/yawnz-yawnz-yawnz-ytd-was-fucking-long.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-8661061581912242100</id><published>2008-03-22T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:01:55.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>restless restless restless ...&lt;br /&gt;couldn't get to work last night, geez. sianzation&lt;br /&gt;somehow or another i had no strength , totally weak to walk.&lt;br /&gt;in the end never work loh wad to do ?&lt;br /&gt;10hrs of work= 70 bucks flew away just like tt.&lt;br /&gt;means 7 packs of cigg= 70 bucks flew away. damnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weak weak, when will i ever get out of weak state. DIE SUA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i kept thinking alot&lt;br /&gt;by the time i'm done with poly will be 20 half. after NS  will aprox. 23&lt;br /&gt;work 3 years to save up for degree= 26&lt;br /&gt;after tt 3yrs plus/4 yrs will be 30&lt;br /&gt;work to stablized income 31/32&lt;br /&gt;wen will get married ?&lt;br /&gt;put marriage aside, i guess someone with my temper , no girls will want.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i would have to put it aside.&lt;br /&gt;next when will i get a nice stable job of my interest and passion with nice pay&lt;br /&gt;hard to fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work work at 7pm....&lt;br /&gt;wonder if i can last thru the nights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-8661061581912242100?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-30129239.post-6251441342697271298</id><published>2008-03-19T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:42:30.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's march, and next sat would be my birthdae. hmmm doesn't seem anything much sometimes u know, it doesn't seems exciting to be reaching birthdaes when u noe u got to work. lol how nice and wonderful would that be&lt;br /&gt;and besides i have been ill for the past 1 week or so. terrible and horrible&lt;br /&gt;looks like there's some problems with me i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i would even throw up water how terrible can it get. so afraid of eating or drinking anything right now. lost weight yet again. sianzation&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;failed 2 papers, yea they were easy yet i couldn't pass them. funny.&lt;br /&gt;i find it hard to study, i wonder y&lt;br /&gt;anybody have any solutions ??&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;alright i'm off to study :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-6251441342697271298?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/6251441342697271298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=6251441342697271298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/6251441342697271298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/6251441342697271298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-march-and-next-sat-would-be-my.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-1387173580352946088</id><published>2008-02-21T13:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:03:31.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a blink of eye, it's already 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;10 days just pass so quickly&lt;br /&gt;gosh whats happening.&lt;br /&gt;am i too tired working and schooling ?&lt;br /&gt;life still has to go on&lt;br /&gt;i'm struggling to pass my fucking exams. i hope i do with one shot. no more supp paper&lt;br /&gt;supp sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm MARRIED to my lifestyle. yea i'm&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna have a show case , gonna start training like a mad man when exams are over&lt;br /&gt;holy shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;off to study, if only i was a super man&lt;br /&gt;if only 4 hrs of slp everyday is sufficient for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-1387173580352946088?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/1387173580352946088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=1387173580352946088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/1387173580352946088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/1387173580352946088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/02/blink-of-eye-its-already-10-days.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-2801986780971591878</id><published>2008-02-11T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T08:23:30.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;cny haven been great, started work on tue dots.&lt;br /&gt;worked my way from tue,wed,thurs,fri and sat it was a hell out of a night&lt;br /&gt;started from scratch, THE ARENA.&lt;br /&gt;it brings me back all the way 2 years back when i was a bar back. but it isn't that tough, just that those sore aching arms body and legs are back. what to do, money is the key to everything in this world. but i'm glad after 1.5 months of not working, my speed , cust relation skills and had good tips from them which i shared with my fellow team mates.damn i miss forbidden so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;i haven got to forget her, the big J.&lt;br /&gt;i hope her cny was great&lt;br /&gt;my wasn't , as after work i couldn't get to slp at all till 11am ? waking up again in the evening to prepare for work. well at least i got something to keep me busy with&lt;br /&gt;back to good old days of working like shit, studying and acc friends and cousins for mah jongs and movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR BG T REFUSE TO PAY ME BACK I WONDER WHEN WILL HE :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway forbidden bar crew , i had combined a good nice memorable flair video check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to school&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-7123570796855724583</id><published>2008-01-27T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T04:03:46.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do u know girl how much i miss u ?&lt;br /&gt;the times before i slpt,&lt;br /&gt;when i just got up&lt;br /&gt;walking alone&lt;br /&gt;or be alone .&lt;br /&gt;every single time i just keep checking my hp to see if u did call or sms ?&lt;br /&gt;but yet i dunno wad to say to u&lt;br /&gt;i love u so much as before&lt;br /&gt;we aren't together now but how i wish i could be with u once Again&lt;br /&gt;i love to pat u to slp&lt;br /&gt;but now i carn&lt;br /&gt;i so miss those times&lt;br /&gt;i love u and had always did love u baby girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard there was another guy in the cab i got jealous&lt;br /&gt;upset&lt;br /&gt;is there   anything i can do ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-7123570796855724583?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7123570796855724583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=7123570796855724583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7123570796855724583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7123570796855724583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-u-know-girl-how-much-i-miss-u-times.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-954265757545421514</id><published>2008-01-25T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:50:56.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i decided not to argue with her any longer&lt;br /&gt;it just hurts me&lt;br /&gt;i want to delete her pics but i can't bear to&lt;br /&gt;but when i look at it&lt;br /&gt;my hearts hurts&lt;br /&gt;wad should i do ?????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-954265757545421514?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/954265757545421514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=954265757545421514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/954265757545421514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/954265757545421514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-decided-not-to-argue-with-her-any.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-5085581658253229195</id><published>2008-01-25T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:46:39.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;i was told she went out with a guy few days back at tm&lt;br /&gt;behaving very intimately&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed angry and sad&lt;br /&gt;my heart broke into a million pieces and further pounded into powder&lt;br /&gt;that's how i feel but i hope all the best for her&lt;br /&gt;becasuse i still do love her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-6130000425808436988</id><published>2008-01-24T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T05:34:02.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we quarrelled again ytd guess i was too moody haiz&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;i carn seem to control my temper nowadays&lt;br /&gt;or is it that i'm just plain stubborn&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to tell her how much i love&lt;br /&gt;it's seems that it's very hard to let go&lt;br /&gt;but i hope she's still doing very fine&lt;br /&gt;and hope she will be happy always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-6130000425808436988?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/6130000425808436988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=6130000425808436988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/6130000425808436988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/6130000425808436988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-quarrelled-again-ytd-guess-i-was-too.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-3455796769327437042</id><published>2008-01-23T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:28:06.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz ... i think i'm mad...&lt;br /&gt;sitting in front of the com for 6 hrs none stop playing one stupid game..&lt;br /&gt;WARBOOK&lt;br /&gt;in need of gold to the extend i have to go ard inviting anyone i see... every person i invite 25k gold ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz , i try so hrad to forget u babe&lt;br /&gt;but i carn :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-3455796769327437042?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/3455796769327437042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=3455796769327437042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/3455796769327437042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/3455796769327437042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/01/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-4403879842636670351</id><published>2008-01-22T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:28:35.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still love her alot alot , she asked to let her go but i really can't&lt;br /&gt;i'm selfish, i admit .&lt;br /&gt;because of wad i have done, it hurts her so much , even by the slightest contact she will only rmb the hurt that i gave her&lt;br /&gt;i feel so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i shouldn't be selfish and i should let her go&lt;br /&gt;reaally should let her go&lt;br /&gt;but HOW ?&lt;br /&gt;the only way is the find another person, but it's unfair cos i'll be using the other party as a subsitiute to forget the one i love most&lt;br /&gt;i hope there's other alternatives .&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad should i do ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-4403879842636670351?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/4403879842636670351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=4403879842636670351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/4403879842636670351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/4403879842636670351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-still-love-her-alot-alot-she-asked-to.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-7682803620171614392</id><published>2008-01-21T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T01:26:49.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all thanks to my stupidity&lt;br /&gt;and cheers to terrence and his cousin&lt;br /&gt;that guys should be flirting and not tend to have one gf&lt;br /&gt;but neevr did it came to my mind and wonder&lt;br /&gt;look at them how could they have had as wad they had boast about ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love her really really do&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i blame and hit myself for the stupidity that i have&lt;br /&gt;the naivness of mine, i can't get the feeling out&lt;br /&gt;it suck really&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine doing those sort of stuff&lt;br /&gt;how stupid i am&lt;br /&gt;i really do love her&lt;br /&gt;i'm not lying&lt;br /&gt;ppl i swear i really do love her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-7682803620171614392?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7682803620171614392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=7682803620171614392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7682803620171614392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7682803620171614392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-thanks-to-my-stupidity-and-cheers.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-8453992876797690965</id><published>2008-01-19T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T04:31:08.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the days have been bad&lt;br /&gt;i lost the girl whom i love most&lt;br /&gt;i did wrong&lt;br /&gt;i admit&lt;br /&gt;grave mistakes&lt;br /&gt;i'm regretful&lt;br /&gt;i really hope she would come back to me&lt;br /&gt;i love u dearest baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-8453992876797690965?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/8453992876797690965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=8453992876797690965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8453992876797690965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/8453992876797690965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2008/01/days-have-been-bad-i-lost-girl-whom-i.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-4377724175958276107</id><published>2007-12-21T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T03:11:25.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm  well well well&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have been good of course la sometimes argue with janice and stuff&lt;br /&gt;hmmm todae just brought my dad to see the feng shui master and of course my dad went thru the tarrot card same as me ..&lt;br /&gt;dad was entirely surprised when the master told my dad abt my dad's thinking and the things he kapt in his heart always, his exact character and stuff ... hmmm surprising huh&lt;br /&gt;hope HDB will loan my dad the money to buy a nice cozy home :)&lt;br /&gt;hmm anyway&lt;br /&gt;if anyone would like to consult the master&lt;br /&gt;be it for your own future, studies or work ... can come find me .. i hope i can help .&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE NOTE IF THERE'S ANY ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS OR FAMILY MEMBERS SUFFERING FROM TERMINAL ILLNESS I WOULD SINCERELY WANNA HELP U GUYS ALOT!!! THE MASTER WOULD TOO BE VERY HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO HELP  ILLED PPL ... ESP STAGE 4 CANCER PATIENTS AND STUFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY EMAIL WOULD BE guardian_chua88@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email me alright if u would like to ask certain things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS GUYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-4377724175958276107?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/4377724175958276107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=4377724175958276107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/4377724175958276107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/4377724175958276107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2007/12/hmmm-well-well-well-i-guess-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-4592256423811006316</id><published>2007-12-13T08:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:25:30.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DECEMBER 13TH 8.21AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just studied thru the night&lt;br /&gt;still studying though&lt;br /&gt;work up at 5&lt;br /&gt;started studying with members from 7&lt;br /&gt;weet 13 hrs already time flies when u are doing something impt&lt;br /&gt;yea!!! 24 more hrs till my baby is back!!!&lt;br /&gt;planning to continue studying till 12... for my 12:30 paper and till 3 for my last paper at 3:30&lt;br /&gt;den out with members till tmr!!!! and wait for darling to be back :)&lt;br /&gt;of cos i didn't do solid studying i meant... hu will be able too ?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;downloaded some dj software and have been playing it for a while&lt;br /&gt;chat with members and stuff&lt;br /&gt;oh yea...&lt;br /&gt;new members&lt;br /&gt;zharan&lt;br /&gt;faizan&lt;br /&gt;ali&lt;br /&gt;yazid&lt;br /&gt;alan&lt;br /&gt;haider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all bikers&lt;br /&gt;i'm joining in soon haha&lt;br /&gt;if dad allows me for a bike after my license&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss MY DARLING&lt;br /&gt;TOO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one and only&lt;br /&gt;des.matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-4592256423811006316?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/4592256423811006316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=4592256423811006316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/4592256423811006316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/4592256423811006316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-13th-8.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-9208771962447857406</id><published>2007-12-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:52:28.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/R11gW8ED2yI/AAAAAAAAADA/7xC2CtLq0dA/s1600-h/1_249022852l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142372296723520290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/R11gW8ED2yI/AAAAAAAAADA/7xC2CtLq0dA/s400/1_249022852l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY SWEETEST GIRL IN LIFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HONEY I LOVE U SO MUCH TILL NO WORDS CAN EXPLAIN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'M MISSING U MADLY THAT NO ONE COULD UNDERSTAND&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HOPE THE DAYS WILL PASS BACK QUICKLY SO I COUD FETCH U BY THE AIRPORT &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*HUGS* HONEY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I MISS U SO...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOURS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DES.MATT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-9208771962447857406?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/9208771962447857406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=9208771962447857406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/9208771962447857406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/9208771962447857406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-dedicated-to-my-sweetest-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/R11gW8ED2yI/AAAAAAAAADA/7xC2CtLq0dA/s72-c/1_249022852l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30129239.post-2131958375852152224</id><published>2007-12-03T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T16:11:30.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOD NEWS ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DES MATT IS GOING BACK TO FORBIDDEN!!! AND THIS TIME WITH BIG BANGS OF FLAIRS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BACK TO POLO TEAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WILL BE BETTER STRONGER AND FASTER THAN THE FITTEST TIME WHILE I WAS IN POLO IN THE PAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JANICE AND I ARE DOING GREAT WE WILL BE BETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY STUDIES ARE COMING UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WILL CLIMB TT STEEPEST SLOPE ONCE AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UP TO FAME !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;INDOCHINE FORBIDDEN CITY BAR COCOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-2131958375852152224?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/2131958375852152224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=2131958375852152224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2131958375852152224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2131958375852152224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-news-des-matt-is-going-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-3684989163664673319</id><published>2007-11-29T03:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T03:22:49.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK YOU GOD!!! KILL ME NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-3684989163664673319?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/3684989163664673319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=3684989163664673319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/3684989163664673319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/3684989163664673319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2007/11/fuck-you-god-kill-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-4113442646151992768</id><published>2007-11-29T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T03:04:35.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOD kill me please&lt;br /&gt;i wanna die&lt;br /&gt;GOD destroy my soul pls&lt;br /&gt;and let me die&lt;br /&gt;GOD i'm not gonna suicide&lt;br /&gt;but kill me pls some how or another&lt;br /&gt;i wanna die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-4113442646151992768?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-30129239.post-7390557265410544131</id><published>2007-11-28T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:10:08.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what did i do ?&lt;br /&gt;i didn't call and act pitiful&lt;br /&gt;i dun act&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted to know if she ate anything the whole day&lt;br /&gt;but haiz&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;forget it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-7390557265410544131?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7390557265410544131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=7390557265410544131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7390557265410544131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7390557265410544131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-did-i-do-i-didnt-call-and-act.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-7049538565515268602</id><published>2007-11-28T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:43:51.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up in a world of blurness&lt;br /&gt;so tired yet carn slp&lt;br /&gt;the whole world seems so different&lt;br /&gt;i guess she made a great impact on me&lt;br /&gt;i love her alot&lt;br /&gt;i really do&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder how does lying leads&lt;br /&gt;to flirting, i seriously dun understand .&lt;br /&gt;went flaring ytd,trained with boyan, shamil, aza and kenny&lt;br /&gt;i guess i perfect my 1 tin 1 btl routine&lt;br /&gt;trying to upgrade to 2 tin 1 btl but its kinda tough&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking of her the whole night&lt;br /&gt;with heavy hearts and mind&lt;br /&gt;do u think i still got the mood t0 flare ?&lt;br /&gt;i need the music , so tt i feel better&lt;br /&gt;somebody kill me!&lt;br /&gt;i dun wish to feel this sadness anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being offered a part time job at mos, should i accept it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-7049538565515268602?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7049538565515268602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=7049538565515268602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7049538565515268602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7049538565515268602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2007/11/woke-up-in-world-of-blurness-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-316189542306688878</id><published>2007-11-27T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:02:46.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>27/11/07 8.53pm&lt;br /&gt;still in lab trying to rush out the fucking cb report&lt;br /&gt;damn tiring. whole day haven been good at all, surprisingly i'm so hungry yet no apettite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm screwing every thing up again&lt;br /&gt;lies lies and lies&lt;br /&gt;everything about me is lies&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted to cover things up , u know&lt;br /&gt;those little little stuff so tt ppl i love , i care for and i'm with will not be upset over such little things&lt;br /&gt;and yet it got worst&lt;br /&gt;lies is wad i have&lt;br /&gt;but lying doesn't mean flirting, cheating or being a player&lt;br /&gt;i'm not this kinda person&lt;br /&gt;and will not be...&lt;br /&gt;y ? ppl who have known me since young knows that i'm not like this&lt;br /&gt;girl i do seriously love u alot&lt;br /&gt;even though i dun really tear now but tt doesn't mean i'm not sad or down&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn ... damn... fuck... forgotten abt tt word&lt;br /&gt;it's not tt i'm acting innocent it's just me&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows that when i love a girl i really do love her&lt;br /&gt;suck!&lt;br /&gt;i simply suck!&lt;br /&gt;i lied to a point that she have this thinking tt i'm cheating behind her back&lt;br /&gt;i dun go ard asking ppl for sex neither do i go around flirting&lt;br /&gt;i know how to flirt it's just that it's not me&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't worth anything&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do is to place effort in th9ings that i wanted them to be&lt;br /&gt;i put effort into her so that there would be only us&lt;br /&gt;efforts into studies so i could become someone better&lt;br /&gt;i'm really lost right now&lt;br /&gt;someone!&lt;br /&gt;i really mean someone!!! pls come and guide me through all this shit&lt;br /&gt;teach me&lt;br /&gt;enlighten me how to be myself back den&lt;br /&gt;the boy who knows of no temper&lt;br /&gt;knows of no lies&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't do any funny things&lt;br /&gt;but then who can be here by my side ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling i really do love u alot ... really&lt;br /&gt;i'm not lying&lt;br /&gt;i guess i wun be slping tonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting boyan for flair practise&lt;br /&gt;and i hope some fine day i will be a respected flairer&lt;br /&gt;and to work in clubs just to flair&lt;br /&gt;like events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;des.matt&lt;br /&gt;p.s janice pls come back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-30129239.post-5719181180551426178</id><published>2007-11-08T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T06:33:24.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>home swt home&lt;br /&gt;feeling much at ease and peace&lt;br /&gt;to see her smiling so happily&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen tt when i was with her&lt;br /&gt;if only i could have her back&lt;br /&gt;if only i could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;if only she gives me a 2nd chance&lt;br /&gt;if only.... she still loves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, i enjoyed the short 3 hrs outing esp with her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-5719181180551426178?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-30129239.post-6385731069077337181</id><published>2007-11-07T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T17:56:18.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>project is gonna be done soon&lt;br /&gt;just the wiring part now&lt;br /&gt;dunno y sudden urge of blooging ...y ?&lt;br /&gt;it seems i have no one to turn to&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i have the urge to cry again&lt;br /&gt;i think i have let myself down very badly&lt;br /&gt;very very badly&lt;br /&gt;i feel so useless&lt;br /&gt;i dun have that fighting spirit anymore&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't like this is the past to give up hope so easily&lt;br /&gt;i was the one who told ppl "hey, come on how can you determine the result without even trying ? try and if you can't i'm here for you no worries with a smiley face"&lt;br /&gt;i was the one always with high hopes, bright future, distinction was all in my mind end up it's the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is just like a very steep slope for me&lt;br /&gt;i climb up that fucking slope for damn irritating and tiring 19 yrs&lt;br /&gt;i just being misunderstood by every single one&lt;br /&gt;and i mean every single one including the people i love most and that includes her&lt;br /&gt;with that i fell right onto the ground with a&lt;br /&gt;fuck! life sux&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry but who can i cry to ?!?&lt;br /&gt;no one's by my side what worry me most would be my sister&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be strong enough to take care of her&lt;br /&gt;but it seems i'm just a useless fucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy i really miss u alot&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i cried damn it !&lt;br /&gt;i love u too daddy&lt;br /&gt;i love u too mei n kor&lt;br /&gt;i love u jan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-5258589009026546297</id><published>2007-11-07T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:09:27.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wed morning suck ...the days oncoming i have got a feeling it suck to the core man... fuck!!!!&lt;br /&gt;u know the feeling that's so low when u lie down to slp,&lt;br /&gt;instead u found out at the end that u're still awake thinking of all the things that had happened in the past&lt;br /&gt;the happiness and disappointments&lt;br /&gt;quarrels and arguements , of cos the sadnes part of it would be missing the happy times of hugs chats laughter and heart to heart love&lt;br /&gt;and of cos too!!! the regrets of doing things you shouldn't have done&lt;br /&gt;someone come and kill me !&lt;br /&gt;not slping for 36 hrs helps a little , too tired to think of anything , but of course this time if i get to get back with her, i sincerely will change for the better&lt;br /&gt;really i promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing some fuck up project now that never seems to finished, and instead of cutting the damn bloody wires i cut my own fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's still ignoring me, and this time i will prove to him that jan is the best girl of my life&lt;br /&gt;the girl who loves me as much as i'm towards her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope things will work out fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i kept thinking of mum which i kept to myself, asking mum alot of things,&lt;br /&gt;damn fuck i shan't type anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOOD: FUCKED UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest in arms&lt;br /&gt;Keep me safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;In pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Give me endless summer&lt;br /&gt;Lord I fear the cold&lt;br /&gt;Feel I'm getting old&lt;br /&gt;Before my time&lt;br /&gt;As my soul heals the shame&lt;br /&gt;I will grow through this pain&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm doing all I can&lt;br /&gt;To be a better man&lt;br /&gt;Go EASY on my conscience'&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's not my fault&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been TAUGHT&lt;br /&gt;To take the blame&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured my angels&lt;br /&gt;Will catch my TEARS&lt;br /&gt;Walk me out of here&lt;br /&gt;I'm in pain&lt;br /&gt;As my soul heals the shame&lt;br /&gt;I will grow through this PAIN&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm doing all I can&lt;br /&gt;To be a BETTER MAN&lt;br /&gt;Once you've found that SWEETHEART&lt;br /&gt;You're homeward bound&lt;br /&gt;Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;I know some have fallen&lt;br /&gt;On stony ground&lt;br /&gt;But Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;Send 'someone' to love me&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest in arms&lt;br /&gt;Keep me safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;In pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Give me endless summer&lt;br /&gt;Lord I fear the cold&lt;br /&gt;Feel I'm getting old&lt;br /&gt;Before my time&lt;br /&gt;As my soul heals the shame&lt;br /&gt;I will grow through this pain&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm doin' all&lt;br /&gt;I can....&lt;br /&gt;To be a BETTER MAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE A BETTER MAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-5258589009026546297?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/5258589009026546297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=5258589009026546297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/5258589009026546297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/5258589009026546297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2007/11/wed-morning-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-2915857456230892932</id><published>2007-11-07T06:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T06:46:07.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life really suck now&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally lost right now except when i'm in school&lt;br /&gt;i'm able to concentrate tt's just nice :)&lt;br /&gt;the feeling&lt;br /&gt;of lost is so strong that i carn with stand it&lt;br /&gt;i have to control my temper and quit smoking if i want her back&lt;br /&gt;it's so fustrating :(&lt;br /&gt;b i love u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-2915857456230892932?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/2915857456230892932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=2915857456230892932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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useless, nothing seems to be going right&lt;br /&gt;everything suck&lt;br /&gt;seriously suck&lt;br /&gt;this time break up really did tore me down to pieces&lt;br /&gt;what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word sworn brothers??? bull shit!&lt;br /&gt;sms all of them all never fuking replied at all&lt;br /&gt;cal them not even one returned the fuking call&lt;br /&gt;i'm fucking pissed ... pissed to the core&lt;br /&gt;i dun think the word sworn brothers sould be used&lt;br /&gt;i guess friends would be a better word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world suck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-3587794992881771155?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/3587794992881771155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>past weeks have been bad&lt;br /&gt;life had been harsh on me&lt;br /&gt;almost dropped out of sch but hey&lt;br /&gt;i'm back!!! des.matt made a come back!&lt;br /&gt;i thot and wished she would be by my sidethrough this oncoming hardtimes&lt;br /&gt;but well she decided to leave me yet again&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;the worstof my life&lt;br /&gt;it's started again but this time is abt me sending a smile to a friend whom  met 2 yrs ago&lt;br /&gt;lost contact&lt;br /&gt;in the end i was mistaken as hooking up another gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHIND HER BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total fuck up&lt;br /&gt;got accused like fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl i love most my most precious little baby&lt;br /&gt;is the girl who hurt me the most with her actions, words and distrust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-1686754629312515418</id><published>2007-10-18T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:58:20.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOST THE MOST IMPORTANT GIRL OF MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;BABY I LOVE YOU SO&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT LOOKS LIKE I SCREWED IT UP THIS TIME&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PILLAR OF STRENGTH, LOVE AND HAPPINESS HAD RUN AWAY FOR SOME OTHER GUY :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-1686754629312515418?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-30129239.post-5310289351207368001</id><published>2007-10-12T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T02:54:32.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>worked at penny black todae damn.. so tired...&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't have work&lt;br /&gt;erm i m missing darlin very very much&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hug her now if i could&lt;br /&gt;i simply love her&lt;br /&gt;well... anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/3111813/1/811465217"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-813.friendster.com/e1/photos/31/81/3111813/1_811465217m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/3111813/1/191039869"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-813.friendster.com/e1/photos/31/81/3111813/1_191039869m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/3111813/1/742709349"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-813.friendster.com/e1/photos/31/81/3111813/1_742709349m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/3111813/1/357220286"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-813.friendster.com/e1/photos/31/81/3111813/1_357220286m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/3111813/1/524549434"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-813.friendster.com/e1/photos/31/81/3111813/1_524549434m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/3111813/1/973459464"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-813.friendster.com/e1/photos/31/81/3111813/1_973459464m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gosh the flash made my darling who's fair to be white and me who's tan to be dark -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guys this is my sweetest part of life&lt;br /&gt;i wish it could continue as long as i'm here&lt;br /&gt;baby u nver noe how much i love u , miss u and how much i wanna hug u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby u are too good to be true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-5310289351207368001?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/5310289351207368001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=5310289351207368001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/5310289351207368001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/5310289351207368001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2007/10/worked-at-penny-black-todae-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-6370991329298539242</id><published>2007-10-11T06:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T06:19:20.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went and saw this the other day&lt;br /&gt;thru my sis-in-law to be's website and decided to check it out&lt;br /&gt;the result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/dragon/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Emperor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stability, power, protection, realization; a great person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Emperor is the great authority figure of the Tarot, so it represents&lt;br /&gt;fathers, father-figures and employers. There is a lot of aggression and violence&lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Emperor naturally follows the Empress. Like an infant, he is filled with enthuiasm, energy, aggression. He is direct, guileless and all too often irresistible. Unfortunately, like a baby he can also be a tyrant. Impatient, demanding, controlling. In the best of circumstances, he signifies the leader that everyone wants to follow, sitting on a throne that indicates the solid foundation of an Empire he created, loves and rules with intelligence and enthusiasm. But that throne can also be a trap, a responsibility that has the Emperor feeling restless, bored and discontent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm yea... so i guess tt explain everything ..&lt;br /&gt;and well ... i have been out with darling for the past few days everything have been great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will upload the pics when i could now blogger having some stupid probs ...&lt;br /&gt;gonna shift to a new web site soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-6370991329298539242?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-30129239.post-3223155458217388087</id><published>2007-10-05T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T04:36:42.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here i'm ... back to home swt home after a long long day ...&lt;br /&gt;well well ..&lt;br /&gt;todae have been esp tiring cos i drank alot at work&lt;br /&gt;now i'm fine&lt;br /&gt;wasn't drunk at all but was very tipsy&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;we had a big function going on not big but consider it as an important one&lt;br /&gt;so.... the organiser hu's also my bar's share holder started to ask me to drink with him&lt;br /&gt;first wasn't bad&lt;br /&gt;1 gls of beer&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;3 vodka orange&lt;br /&gt;3 j.w green label&lt;br /&gt;3 gls of champagne&lt;br /&gt;2 gls of red wine which suk&lt;br /&gt;3 tequila shots&lt;br /&gt;3 sambuca shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and was the only bartender in the bar most of the time ... working in a island bar is sure crazy ...&lt;br /&gt;i can cope  though .. just tt i felt i was superman =p&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling is real sad now...&lt;br /&gt;it's for u honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your dream I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hope I'll be your love Be everything that you need&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you more with every breath Truly, madly, deeply do&lt;br /&gt; I will be strong I will be faithful&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm counting on A new beginning&lt;br /&gt; A reason for living&lt;br /&gt; A deeper meaning, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I want to stand with you on a mountain&lt;br /&gt;I want to bathe with you in the sea&lt;br /&gt;I want to lay like this forever&lt;br /&gt;Until the sky falls down on me&lt;br /&gt; And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky,&lt;br /&gt; I'll make a wish send it to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Then make you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;The tears of joy for all the pleasure in the certainty&lt;br /&gt; That we're surrounded by the comfort and protection of&lt;br /&gt;The highest powers In lonely hours&lt;br /&gt;The tears devour you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh can you see it baby?&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to close your eyes '&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's standing rightbefore you&lt;br /&gt;All that you need will surely come&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your dream I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hope  I'll be your love Be everything that you need&lt;br /&gt; I'll love you more with every breath&lt;br /&gt;Truly, madly, deeply do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I want to stand with you on a mountain&lt;br /&gt; I want to bathe with you in the sea&lt;br /&gt; I want to live like this forever&lt;br /&gt; Until the sky falls down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling jan i love u so much&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-2347123331009056901</id><published>2007-10-02T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T06:15:13.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 2nd of oct&lt;br /&gt;before tt wanna wish everyone happy childrens day&lt;br /&gt;oh how i rmbed the times when i was in primary sch&lt;br /&gt;children day was what all of us kids looked forward to be it going out with family&lt;br /&gt;or looking forward to mummy's cooking&lt;br /&gt;going to playgrounds with your 'best buds'&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad till now i still have them&lt;br /&gt;but too big for play grounds&lt;br /&gt;wad memories ...&lt;br /&gt;if only i could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm 2nd oct&lt;br /&gt;honey's slping right now&lt;br /&gt;just managed to put her to slp&lt;br /&gt;she is my baby and will be my baby&lt;br /&gt;for as long as i can hug her to slp&lt;br /&gt;nothing is forever&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm not immortal&lt;br /&gt;i finally get something tt i realli want&lt;br /&gt;i will cherish this baby of mine&lt;br /&gt;i stroke her to slp&lt;br /&gt;and even wanted me to tell her some sweet bed time story&lt;br /&gt;awwww ... my baby&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;well i did .. it sure took a lot of brain wrecking ideas to compose a sweet , unprepared bedtime story&lt;br /&gt;love ya honey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-2347123331009056901?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-30129239.post-2100809146895954498</id><published>2007-09-30T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:53:52.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sweetest moments ("v")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/Rv-pQZHPBcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KMyCQxaYcE4/s1600-h/P1010078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115993800800404930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/Rv-pQZHPBcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KMyCQxaYcE4/s400/P1010078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear by the moon and the stars in the sky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I swear like the shadow that's by your side&lt;br /&gt;I see the questions in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I know what's weighing on your mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can be sure I know my heart&lt;br /&gt;`Coz I'll stand beside you through the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You'll only cry those happy tears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And though I make mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'll never break your heart&lt;br /&gt;And I swear by the moon and the stars in the sky I'll be there I swear like a shadow that's by your side I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, till death do us part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'll love you with every beat of my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you every thing I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'll build your dreams with these two hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll hang some memories on the walls&lt;br /&gt;And when just the two of us are there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't have to ask if I still care &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`Coz as the time turns the page,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; my love won't age at all&lt;br /&gt;And I swear by the moon and the stars in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I swear like the shadow that's by your side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; till death do us part &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll love you with every beat of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And I swear&lt;br /&gt;I swear (I swear) by the moon and stars in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'll be there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear like the shadow that's by your side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; till death do us part &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll love you with every (single) beat of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I swear.......................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-2100809146895954498?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-30129239.post-7950276413861474066</id><published>2007-09-27T02:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T02:36:46.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much today&lt;br /&gt;woke up late went to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if love's all abt missing that special someone ?&lt;br /&gt;if it's about the trust, i will do my utmost best to get it&lt;br /&gt;if it's about the fear , i will shine on it till it runs away&lt;br /&gt;if it's about you, you melt my heart girl&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing you just that i dunno how to tell ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having a chat with shah , a new colleague of mine&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about bartending&lt;br /&gt;it made me realised&lt;br /&gt;that i'm the kind if i wanna do something&lt;br /&gt;i go all out for it&lt;br /&gt;if not i wouldn't give a fuck about it&lt;br /&gt;i would like to go to thumper&lt;br /&gt;it's an all star bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl i miss you so&lt;br /&gt;i'm all out for you&lt;br /&gt;des.matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-7950276413861474066?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7950276413861474066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=7950276413861474066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7950276413861474066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7950276413861474066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/2007/09/nothing-much-today-woke-up-late-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>des-matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769419311354531886</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-30129239.post-5054027007575664412</id><published>2007-09-27T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T02:32:10.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 5:10amdate 26/09/07  got back home for abt 2 hrs already had a very hard time saving my com just nowwell well... lost alot of picssadzwoke up at 11amwent to school todae to collect the PLC components for my major projectlum told me that he wants me to finish up my stuff asap ... the best by next mon .. well i didn't promised him i just said i will do my utmost best dressed up kinda a little bitit was really hot, humid and the sun was likewhooo!!!' perfect heat 'pespirations were dripping hard... enough for a pail of wateri guess jan would use it to bathe haha:) went to white sands to get her stuffshe wanted donuts n passionfruit ice blendeddamn she better apreciate it if not she's deadi hated to be out of the hse or school esp when it's super hot like noon???and i walked all over just to get her things and i walked over to her hse ???not allow to smoke ... had a bad craving and it was hot ... menthol would have been of a great helpbut then ,  i ate 2 ice creams to stop the craving and be chill before i meet heras i know smoking would only makes her pissed... i meant really pissed!!!she wasn't dressed up yetso i took a short nap over at the sofaand she used her hair to disturb me! i know you do have very long hairbut u shouldn't have done tt ... haha i wanted to slp!!!went for movies ... beef noodles ... and took a bus down to P.Ris park for a walk ...we were the for 4.5 hours ....from 9 plus to 3 plus ... she was already slping so i had to carry herafter walking for 5 mins plus i couldn't take it so i THREW her down onto the floor!!! haha nahz i was just joking ... i wouldn't bear to throw her down.&lt;br /&gt;woke her up to walk haha ...sent her home and tata here i'm&lt;br /&gt;it had been a great time&lt;br /&gt;n i had alot of joyful times with her esp&lt;br /&gt;*winkz*i know u are reading this&lt;br /&gt;des.matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-5054027007575664412?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/5054027007575664412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>fri 21/09/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got nothing much ... chatted with someone special till fri 6 am ... was a realli good chat i must say... in fact it was great ... it's been  a long long time since i get to chat to someone of this kind...&lt;br /&gt;it's my type ...really and seriously speaking...&lt;br /&gt;we met on fri ... abt 2 pm ... she wanted donut from donut factory initially ... but being blur i thot she just wanted normal donut haha.. when to her hse ... played with her dog ...&lt;br /&gt;i love her long black hair... and she looked... so sweet ... i guess i fall in love at first sight ??? yet to be confirmed ...&lt;br /&gt;took a train to orchard waited with her for 2 girls to pass her their uniform ... and had a walk with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt i went str to work...&lt;br /&gt;work was a total fuck up!&lt;br /&gt;yup it was... was realli tired tt day&lt;br /&gt;and i drank alot at work too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat 22/09&lt;br /&gt;slpt till 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;but lay on the bed till 7 pm ... ard there ..&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was a body break down&lt;br /&gt;u noe when u are awake&lt;br /&gt;yet u do not have any energy to move at all&lt;br /&gt;but i could still sms&lt;br /&gt;so i smsed her through out till 10 plus pm&lt;br /&gt;she was out with her friends...&lt;br /&gt;and fuck.. i wonder y some guys do not noe how to behave themself&lt;br /&gt;if my gf got groped ...fuck i would seriously flare up&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... met up with old time bartenders&lt;br /&gt;shah og dominic mimi erwin and darren&lt;br /&gt;flared till 7 am in the morning now's 8 plus just got back&lt;br /&gt;she's soundly aslp now&lt;br /&gt;erm...&lt;br /&gt;BAR stands for BEER ALCOHOL RENCH&lt;br /&gt;tt's wad i learnt through out our bartending conversation and challenged questions&lt;br /&gt;i miss old times with forbidden bar gang&lt;br /&gt;i learnt quite a few things too&lt;br /&gt;once a sportsman always a sports man&lt;br /&gt;once a bartender always a bartender&lt;br /&gt;once a lover always a lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm u are who you are , no one can stop u or force u ... it depends fully on yourself only&lt;br /&gt;ok i got to go... going for bball training&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;br /&gt;des.matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-7582496909088356559?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7582496909088356559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=7582496909088356559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/7582496909088356559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1L000RUOi6A/Ru-YiU4UcCI/AAAAAAAAACM/bxNS3YAtPxc/s72-c/DSCF0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30129239.post-1378381457302772896</id><published>2007-07-02T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:53:31.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9:40am in lab&lt;br /&gt;damn hungry&lt;br /&gt;slpt for 30 mins den came to sch&lt;br /&gt;was at barnone ytd with fish,nestor,fauzy,shah&lt;br /&gt;recognised alot of barmens and ppl&lt;br /&gt;max was there working&lt;br /&gt;met new ppl... abt 15 more&lt;br /&gt;shah was dead drunk made lotsa noise&lt;br /&gt;and was a clown lol&lt;br /&gt;was laughing crazy with the rest @ him haha&lt;br /&gt;bar none's closing for renovation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tmr (tue)  is supposed to be my bartender of the year competition&lt;br /&gt;but den... couldn't apply leave from sch&lt;br /&gt;thus i have to give it up&lt;br /&gt;cocktail competition and speed btl opening i have to wait till next yr...&lt;br /&gt;fauzy(og) told mi to start preparing for next yr com ... man i'm gonna start training and let ppl see mi and say wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed's prac 1 motor wish mi luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;des.matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-1378381457302772896?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/1378381457302772896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i drank and work hard ytd&lt;br /&gt;tried to forget everything&lt;br /&gt;yea i did a little&lt;br /&gt;but just now when i woke up&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;tt fuck up contradicting feeling came back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-2311428803380060228?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com/feeds/2311428803380060228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30129239&amp;postID=2311428803380060228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129239/posts/default/2311428803380060228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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seems lonely&lt;br /&gt;it seems boring&lt;br /&gt;with no purpose&lt;br /&gt;the once sportsman&lt;br /&gt;is now a slacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end with mind&lt;br /&gt;to be fitter &lt;br /&gt;stronger&lt;br /&gt;better&lt;br /&gt;faster&lt;br /&gt;to carve my name out in sports &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it only seems when flaring with music&lt;br /&gt;all problems seems to fade&lt;br /&gt;even now.. my hearts keeps on ponder&lt;br /&gt;my mind keeps on wandering&lt;br /&gt;i wanna have a holidae&lt;br /&gt;out of sg&lt;br /&gt;to a much more slow moving pace&lt;br /&gt;enjoyable &lt;br /&gt;relaxing&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the once busy me&lt;br /&gt;with polo&lt;br /&gt;bball&lt;br /&gt;bartending&lt;br /&gt;and school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 quarters of my life have been taken away&lt;br /&gt;i guess i carn wait for treatment anymore&lt;br /&gt;i rather start pushing all over again&lt;br /&gt;but  something i must cut down&lt;br /&gt;SMOKING&lt;br /&gt;sometimes smoking do help even though it's just an addiction&lt;br /&gt;smoking is bad for health but it seems as your bestest partner&lt;br /&gt;seems contradicting huh&lt;br /&gt;yea i agree too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonite i'm working again&lt;br /&gt;tired but at least i feel good&lt;br /&gt;looked at shah's flare&lt;br /&gt;after that ming kiat&lt;br /&gt;nasir&lt;br /&gt;fauzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are improving too fast that i couldn't keep up with them&lt;br /&gt;damn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to arena last nite with nestor nasir his gf, fish&lt;br /&gt;came shah, benny and fauzy&lt;br /&gt;had a nice party&lt;br /&gt;drank kinda lot... first time i puke after drinking&lt;br /&gt;guess i drank too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so high, so high that all troubles seems to have gone&lt;br /&gt;i love it so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting work at 7...&lt;br /&gt;gonna get drunk again tonite&lt;br /&gt;yea man...&lt;br /&gt;drink and flare&lt;br /&gt;new slogan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who's reading my blog&lt;br /&gt;dun think so...&lt;br /&gt;if only.. ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;i could have someone to tok to... really..&lt;br /&gt;i miss my 149 brothers&lt;br /&gt;forbidden tenders&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;dad&lt;br /&gt;daniel&lt;br /&gt;diane&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;MUM =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUM i seriously miss ya... can u come back to life and &lt;br /&gt;i can spend all the times i din with u again ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum all of a sudden came back into my mind because lately everything i see or hear it's all abt family&lt;br /&gt;mothers love&lt;br /&gt;cancer and fuck! enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-7582897133976777556?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>looks like this time round&lt;br /&gt;the decision is firm&lt;br /&gt;there's nothin i can do anymore&lt;br /&gt;i just screwed things up&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;i'm so.........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the headache's... this time it hurting very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the back's the same&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129239-3895704345788205896?l=alifesimpleyetcomplicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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