<?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-7587667</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:22:54.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ryansons</title><subtitle type='html'>Diplomaitic and urbane||Romantic and charming||Easygoing and sociable||Idealistic and peaceable....       
But On the dark side....
Indecisive and changeable||Gullible and easily infuenced||Flirtatious and self-indulgent...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-110810209595355803</id><published>2005-02-11T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T17:22:43.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Looks</title><summary type='text'>New year, new looks, meaning, new layout for my blog. :)Edit: Notice that the comment links are all gone. I do not know how to get the comment link up...so in future please leave your comments at "Our*Stories" link...there's a tag board there :)Edit: Hahahaha! My comment links are working again. After looking through the code for 1/2 hour, I finally got it. That's quite a feat for someone who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110810209595355803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110810209595355803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110810209595355803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110810209595355803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-year-new-looks.html' title='New Year, New Looks'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-110774764819270896</id><published>2005-02-07T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T11:40:48.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Nose</title><summary type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai!! CNY is just round the corner, in fact, it's very very near, like 2 days from now. Hahaha...and guess what? I haven't bought my new year clothes.Anyway, I think I cannot touch lots of the goodies this year because I am sick. Sore throat, headache, nose bleed!!!, flu, cough.I hate being sick during this period...haiz...let's just hope I will be fully recovered tonight. Hope you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110774764819270896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110774764819270896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110774764819270896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110774764819270896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2005/02/bleeding-nose.html' title='Bleeding Nose'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-110602475482038628</id><published>2005-01-18T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T13:14:25.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back? Back!</title><summary type='text'>I just realized it has been few weeks since the start of a new year that I log on to blog. FF saw me online at work yesterday and first thing she asked. "Where have you been? Y you never update your blog?"Ya...I was missing for quite a few weeks. Anyway, there is something wrong with my home PC, that's why I seldom log on at night and most of the time I wouldn't be at home anyway.My pool is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110602475482038628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110602475482038628' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110602475482038628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110602475482038628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2005/01/back-back.html' title='Back? Back!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-110448100143841549</id><published>2004-12-31T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T16:16:41.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year...</title><summary type='text'>2004 is going to end tonight!! 2005 is coming....I am certainly looking forward to it only because I hope that 2005 will be better for me. My mood now is not that excited or happy, in fact I am feeling a bit blue.Not many great things happened to me during 2004, in fact I could say it's one of my worst year! Well....it's going to be over soon, let's just pray that next year will be better for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110448100143841549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110448100143841549' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110448100143841549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110448100143841549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year...'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-110439453003557048</id><published>2004-12-30T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T11:57:23.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a single one is her</title><summary type='text'>1 week have passed...I've never been through such a long week in my life. Fever hit me last night, slight one though.I was hoping that she will call me last night. But alas....first phone call at 7pm...HL: "Where are you?" Not her.... *Not going to elaborate on the conversation*Second call....KH: "Dinner?" Not her.... *Not going to elaborate on the conversation*Third call....Ban: "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110439453003557048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110439453003557048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110439453003557048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110439453003557048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/12/not-single-one-is-her.html' title='Not a single one is her'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-110362665299414938</id><published>2004-12-21T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T09:14:06.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sense MSN Conversation </title><summary type='text'>What a low morale day!! Something cocked up in my work and I was scolded by boss for that. Boo hoo.....why am I crying?? Someone told me before that guy shouldn't be crying that easily. Nah....I am not crying....just typing the boo hoo for fun...seen a lot of girls typing that. So crying sound like boo hoo....hmm....Well..anyway, I had a very nonsense MSN conversation with Gugu just now. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110362665299414938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110362665299414938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110362665299414938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110362665299414938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/12/no-sense-msn-conversation.html' title='No Sense MSN Conversation '/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-110250123184129058</id><published>2004-12-08T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T14:37:09.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBRA MAN</title><summary type='text'>Qi showed me the below Horoscope thingy and asked me to read it.After spending 5 mins reading, I asked her, "So what do you think? How accurate do you think it is? Which part of the passage is more me?""Actually, I think 100% is you lor..." For someone who know me for 7 years....maybe there's some truth in it? Hmm...actually I really do not know wor. I can only leave that to people who knows </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110250123184129058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110250123184129058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110250123184129058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110250123184129058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/12/libra-man.html' title='LIBRA MAN'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-110205746711723622</id><published>2004-12-04T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T08:58:00.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping with girls</title><summary type='text'>For the record, I don't mind going shopping with girls, in fact, I find it quite enjoyable because they will be able to provide you with some suggestions and opinions when you are shopping for your stuffs.So because of this, I agreed to Irene's invitation to a movie, a few days back, on the condition that she would have to help me with some shopping. But I regretted it soon after....."Ryan, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110205746711723622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110205746711723622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110205746711723622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110205746711723622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/12/shopping-with-girls.html' title='Shopping with girls'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-110153162783667589</id><published>2004-12-01T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T17:02:14.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gugu and Yang Guo</title><summary type='text'>What got me into posting the entry on platonic friendship is really because of this female friend of mine whom I have a fantastic friendship with.We have a quite funny way of addressing each other, I call her Gugu while she call me Guo Er. If you guys know the novel/show, Return of the Condor Hero, the two main characters will be a guy, Yang Guo and his girl, Xiao Long Nu, that's how they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110153162783667589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110153162783667589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110153162783667589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110153162783667589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/12/gugu-and-yang-guo.html' title='Gugu and Yang Guo'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-110145119182082441</id><published>2004-11-26T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T18:13:52.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Platonic friendship</title><summary type='text'>Can platonic friendship really exist?The general notion of platonic friendship is an intimacy of friendship between a man and a woman which has no element of sex in it, BUT which is nearly as warm as love! So to put it simply, a platonic relationship is a close friendship between a man and women marked by the absence of romance or sex.They are suppose to enjoy each other's conversation and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110145119182082441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110145119182082441' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110145119182082441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110145119182082441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/11/platonic-friendship.html' title='Platonic friendship'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-110127481773710793</id><published>2004-11-24T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T13:40:17.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drenched Chicken</title><summary type='text'>Okie....now what is unlucky?? To be caught in the a F***ing heavy rain twice in just three days and be completely drench for not once but twice is unlucky lor. And just who is this unlucky chap?? Well...I don't think I have to spell it out that clearly....Well?? Still can't get it? That unlucky chap is me lah! *&amp;!#^$%*%!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110127481773710793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110127481773710793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110127481773710793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110127481773710793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/11/drenched-chicken.html' title='Drenched Chicken'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-110113898349499514</id><published>2004-11-22T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:56:23.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky year</title><summary type='text'>Are people born in the year of monkey really unlucky this year? According to the old folks, this year is suppose to be the unluckiest year for Monkey.Well, I don't know what to say...but it seems like this year hasn't really been a great year for me. I called Kelly just now and chat with him for a while. Realise that he and I, who are both Monkey, are going thru exactly the same stupid shit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110113898349499514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110113898349499514' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110113898349499514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110113898349499514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/11/unlucky-year.html' title='Unlucky year'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-110105723101054423</id><published>2004-11-21T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T01:13:51.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best beer in the world</title><summary type='text'>I was having dinner with Kelly and Ban. Kelly is booking in tonight, so got him out for dinner before he book in. Remembered I stated in my previous entry that Kelly got me a Kilkenny glass? He gotten one for Ban too.After dinner, Kelly decided that he should make his way back to camp, therefore, Ban and me decided to go for one of our favourite dessert, Hot Fudge Sundae from McDonald's. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110105723101054423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110105723101054423' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110105723101054423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110105723101054423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/11/best-beer-in-world.html' title='The best beer in the world'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-110083484895994332</id><published>2004-11-19T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T11:27:28.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THESE ARMS</title><summary type='text'>I was listening to my Bon Jovi collections last night. IN THESE ARMSYou want commitmentTake a look into these eyesThey burn with a fire, just for you nowUntil the end of timeI would do anythingI’d beg, I’d steal, I’d dieTo have you in these arms tonightBaby I want you like the roses want the rainYou know I need youLike a poet needs the painI would give anythingMy blood my love my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110083484895994332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110083484895994332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110083484895994332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110083484895994332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-these-arms.html' title='IN THESE ARMS'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-110075034119777883</id><published>2004-11-18T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:14:25.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Prayers!</title><summary type='text'>Ah Ban asked me to go Sentosa this Sunday. Sound like a good idea, sun tanning, beach soccer and volleyball, and of course with all the bikini veggies that we can beo...haha I am of course 100% game for it!!But as usual, things don't go smoothly as planned. I have to go temple and return offerings to the Chinese Deity, "Tai Sui" on Sunday. And it's at 10 in the morning, man!!In the beginning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110075034119777883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110075034119777883' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110075034119777883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110075034119777883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/11/sunday-prayers.html' title='Sunday Prayers!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-110053215551407491</id><published>2004-11-15T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T13:19:18.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend!!</title><summary type='text'>I finally got a Kilkenny glass!!! Now I am able to enjoy my Kilkenny without having to drink from the can. The taste is just so much different drinking from the glass, it's so much smoother. I have thought of a new tag line for Kilkenny. Just like Tiger beer, "Good as gold around the world" Kilkenny can be "Confirm the best beer in the world ah!" (Singlish Style!!)I have to thank Kelly for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110053215551407491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110053215551407491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110053215551407491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110053215551407491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/11/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend!!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-110025734848216903</id><published>2004-11-12T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T19:05:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's a small world after all</title><summary type='text'>Wah liao...if there's one thing I cannot stand, it will be coldness!! I am so cold now, it's raining cat and dog outside and the air-con in the office is just directly above me.Where is my Milo ger when I need her? I just love to cuddle up with her in my blanket in this kind of weather. I miss her when I was away for reservist. I think she miss me too.How did I know? Because she keep jumping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110025734848216903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110025734848216903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110025734848216903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110025734848216903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-its-small-world-after-all.html' title='So it&apos;s a small world after all'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-110018591407930498</id><published>2004-11-11T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T23:11:54.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance Of The Three Kingdom</title><summary type='text'>I am reporting back for work tomorrow and it's a Friday for God's sake. Friday is suppose to be fun and begin look forward to, but why am I feeling a bit lousy about it. Maybe I rested too long away from work.Hmm....why is my Romance Of The Three Kingdom not starting yet? There's no OC tonight so please don't tell me that Romance is not showing too? Is God going to deprive me of my only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110018591407930498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110018591407930498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110018591407930498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110018591407930498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/11/romance-of-three-kingdom.html' title='Romance Of The Three Kingdom'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-110002637608957759</id><published>2004-11-10T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T13:38:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshmen and the have-beens</title><summary type='text'>"No entry? What's a sign like this doing here in school and it's at the entrance of the sport complex in school." I thought to myself."Dae....no entry lah....never study English ah? No see the sign? Cannot going in lah, dae?" Rubber Ban turned and talked to Leo and me, trying to sound like a Indian security guard."Hahaha....Dae, I dun understand English lah....anyway do you think we care?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/110002637608957759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=110002637608957759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110002637608957759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/110002637608957759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/11/freshmen-and-have-beens.html' title='Freshmen and the have-beens'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109981101825392328</id><published>2004-11-07T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T15:03:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Uniform = Zero IQ?</title><summary type='text'>Why is it when people put on army green uniform, their IQ seems to drop to zero?? Most of them, I could safely assume that, at least hold a manager post or are even bosses outside. BUT WHY IT IS THAT THEY SEEM TO BEHAVE SO DIFFERENTLY WHEN THEY PUT ON THE GREEN UNIFORM COMING BACK FOR RESERVIST?Whenever we task them to do something, they seem to have 101 different kind of excuses and questions.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109981101825392328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109981101825392328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109981101825392328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109981101825392328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/11/green-uniform-zero-iq.html' title='Green Uniform = Zero IQ?'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109930862451089733</id><published>2004-11-01T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T19:30:24.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain in almost every 24 hours</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow night I will be setting off for a short night exercise. The exercise will last all the way till next day afternoon.If you guys did also take notice of the weather, you will see that the dark clouds will start forming at around 1 plus and it will starts to rain at around 2 to 3 plus. This means that in every 24 hours, the rain will come. Hope that the exercise will end before the rain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109930862451089733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109930862451089733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109930862451089733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109930862451089733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/11/rain-in-almost-every-24-hours.html' title='Rain in almost every 24 hours'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109907878603033936</id><published>2004-10-30T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T03:39:46.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!! For now.......</title><summary type='text'>Hey guys, I'm back from in-camp for now.... Well, just for today actually. There's lots of funny stories and stuffs which I wish to tell you guys, but hey, I am too sleepy to do so right now.Tomorrow, I will have to report 7.30am again. And there could be a fucking activation and since all of us are already back in camp.....they will eventually ask us to do a full-equip during the activation. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109907878603033936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109907878603033936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109907878603033936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109907878603033936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/back-for-now.html' title='BACK!! For now.......'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109864695811436008</id><published>2004-10-25T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:50:01.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am such a rubber!!</title><summary type='text'>In a few hours I will have to report back to camp....and I am still not sleeping yet. Can't get to sleep...maybe I drank too much coffee in the day. Milo, my little rascal just lie down to sleep, think I will to after I finish this.Ya...just a few hours ago, Arsenal finally had their unbeaten run ended. Guess what, it's ended by Man U. Although I don't very much like the idea of Man U to win </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109864695811436008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109864695811436008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109864695811436008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109864695811436008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-such-rubber.html' title='I am such a rubber!!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109842245087594659</id><published>2004-10-22T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T13:42:33.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Counter</title><summary type='text'>I just added a counter to my blog. Setting the value to start at 3144. The last value of my invisible counter. Let's just see how accurate is the invisble counter that I added in the blog quite some times back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109842245087594659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109842245087594659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109842245087594659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109842245087594659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-counter.html' title='New Counter'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109833914312778469</id><published>2004-10-21T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:34:21.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I also wanna go Japan!</title><summary type='text'>Had dinner with Ng, Aw, Lum, S (Lum's gf) and of course the birthday boy, Tan, on Tuesday. We had fun, talking cock, fighting for the food, we are just like a bunch of kids. I can sense that S was a bit shy. But hey, it's only her second outing with us, maybe soon she will be even crazier that us.We went for a few games of pool after dinner. If you people did realise, I've been playing lots of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109833914312778469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109833914312778469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109833914312778469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109833914312778469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-also-wanna-go-japan.html' title='I also wanna go Japan!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109818326416313110</id><published>2004-10-19T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T18:54:24.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Appeal rejected</title><summary type='text'>Damn.....my deferment for ICT was rejected yet again. It's my 1st appeal, meaning, it's my second letter to unit le.The reply was written in a very nice way though....."He (Me lah) is the Dy S1, which is a critical appointment in the battalion. As an officer holding a critical appointment, his presence is essential to the effectiveness and operational readiness of his S1 branch and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109818326416313110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109818326416313110' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109818326416313110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109818326416313110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/1st-appeal-rejected.html' title='1st Appeal rejected'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109809521668246506</id><published>2004-10-18T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T02:40:33.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramping leg!!</title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning with my leg still in pain. I had a serious leg cramp toward the end of my soccer match on Sunday. To think I had my leg cramp just when a girl happened to walk past. So xia suay!"Argh!!! NB!!! Leg cramp.....!"Ya, that's me shouting in pain...and see what kind of friends I have."Hahaha....dun act lah. Pretty girl walk past, kay siao leg cramp. Want to attract attention</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109809521668246506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109809521668246506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109809521668246506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109809521668246506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/cramping-leg.html' title='Cramping leg!!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109804039482066873</id><published>2004-10-18T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T03:13:14.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't talk bad behind someone's back</title><summary type='text'>I had to give extra tuition on Saturday morning because the little girl's examinations are near. I actually I thought I can sleep in the whole saturday morning.I was late for the tuition because I just refuse to get up. I opened my eyes at 10am, mind you guys, the tuition was suppose to be at 10am. I got a shock of my life, I keep thinking it was only 9am, so I did my best to take a quick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109804039482066873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109804039482066873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109804039482066873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109804039482066873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-talk-bad-behind-someones-back.html' title='Don&apos;t talk bad behind someone&apos;s back'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109774994887828449</id><published>2004-10-14T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T18:32:28.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogging</title><summary type='text'>Work Work Work.....when is the last time I really had a break? I wanna go for a holiday!! NOW!! But I can't. Sigh.....I went for a jog after work last night, to de-stress myself aka "Su jie ya li". Well, actually the game plan wasn't like that at all. In fact, Lum asked me out for a game of pool and I agreed, thinking to myself that after pool, I will get home followed by DVDs &amp; Kilkenny. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109774994887828449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109774994887828449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109774994887828449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109774994887828449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/jogging.html' title='Jogging'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109763761815181853</id><published>2004-10-13T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T11:20:18.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DVDs night</title><summary type='text'>I went grocery shopping last night after giving tuition and when Nana came to know about this, she was like, "Grocery? Men don't do grocery shopping." Ya, finally the secret is out. I AM A GIRL.... What's wrong with a man doing grocery shopping? I even do my cooking at times leh. But it's very boring to eat alone so I rather eat out with my friends.Anyway, I bought two DVDs last night too. Both</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109763761815181853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109763761815181853' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109763761815181853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109763761815181853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/dvds-night.html' title='DVDs night'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109739587555005682</id><published>2004-10-10T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T11:07:40.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna play Inline Hockey!!</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from my sunday soccer and the inline hockey girls changed in front of us again. Seriously, I think I invested in the wrong sport. Inline Hockey, here I come!!! Hahaha.Anyway while I was in town last night, I saw in close up, Shin and Machi. They are here for the TIger Birthday Bash concert at Padang last night.When Ban and I were walking past Westin, few fat gals were running </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109739587555005682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109739587555005682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109739587555005682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109739587555005682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-wanna-play-inline-hockey.html' title='I wanna play Inline Hockey!!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109705804736306910</id><published>2004-10-07T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T13:35:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only bubble gums??!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's Thursday, which mean it's tuition day. Tuition was surprisingly good on Monday, hmm....maybe it's really the sweets. What a great weapon against small kids!! HAHAHA. I will be buying sweets for her again and let's just hope it will be good, if not, better.Anyway on Monday night, I was reading my book when I remembered gugu should be back from Hong Kong at around mid-night.Looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109705804736306910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109705804736306910' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109705804736306910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109705804736306910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/only-bubble-gums.html' title='Only bubble gums??!!!!!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109703834348099398</id><published>2004-10-06T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T12:52:23.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Death.....</title><summary type='text'>Death, the second of The Endless, you areresponsible for ending all lives and takingthem to your realm, from which no one everreturns. You are bright, positive, happy,optimistic and enjoy everything about life, butthat does not mean your silly or stupid. Youcan lay the smack down when you have to!Everyone loves you, and they don't know why.  Which Endless are you? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109703834348099398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109703834348099398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109703834348099398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109703834348099398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-death.html' title='I am Death.....'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109696407862333594</id><published>2004-10-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T01:16:19.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday down, 4 more to go</title><summary type='text'>Finally, Monday is over, meaning four more days to weekend. Although the blue from Monday is still with me but I am a degree happier. Just stocked up my Kilkenny last night, took a can while reading my book. I enjoy quiet time like that, reading a good book with some good coffee or nice cold beer.The Rig that's here for repairs had left, finally I can rest for a little while. Have to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109696407862333594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109696407862333594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109696407862333594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109696407862333594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/monday-down-4-more-to-go.html' title='Monday down, 4 more to go'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109685313261656856</id><published>2004-10-04T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T02:02:51.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><summary type='text'>I think I did spend my weekend well or at least I didn't rot away at home. After working half day on Saturday, I brought my rascal, Milo, for her photo session at Mohammed Sultan.At the studio, the photographer and I had a hard time coaxing Milo to stay put on the stage for the photo shoot. A good thing that the photographer is quite a patience guy or else I think he will throw the camera at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109685313261656856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109685313261656856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109685313261656856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109685313261656856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109660074818107122</id><published>2004-10-01T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T11:19:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I evil?</title><summary type='text'>I am 43% evil.&lt;!-- Image here! --&gt;I could go either way. I have sinned quite a bit but I still have a bit of room for error. My life is a tug of war between good and evil.Are you evil? find out at Hilowitz.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109660074818107122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109660074818107122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109660074818107122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109660074818107122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/10/am-i-evil.html' title='Am I evil?'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109655852577149811</id><published>2004-09-30T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T10:20:15.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OT OT OT</title><summary type='text'>When I look at my last entry and the one before it, I realised I didn't blog for one whole week. I guess I was really busy with work. My last two weeks was like arriving at work earlier and earlier, from 9am to 8.30am to 8am. Worst still, I was knocking off later and later, from 6pm to 7pm to 8pm. AND I AM NOT GETTING ANY OT PAY!!!!!!!!The little girl is sick today, so I didn't have to go tutor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109655852577149811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109655852577149811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109655852577149811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109655852577149811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/ot-ot-ot.html' title='OT OT OT'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109634022770302720</id><published>2004-09-28T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T11:12:18.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Sept</title><summary type='text'>24 years ago, 28 Sept, mark the birth of the greatest man on earth, ME. HAHA! Yayaya, it's my birthday and I ain't very much excited about it. Maybe it's the fact that I am getting one step closer to 30 and I achieve nothing much yet.Updates -Saturday - I had dinner with Ng &amp; my brother. Pool session after that. Bad move because it was a bad pool day for me and Ng. We ain't got no form, man!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109634022770302720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109634022770302720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109634022770302720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109634022770302720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/28-sept.html' title='28 Sept'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109566558338836022</id><published>2004-09-20T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T16:09:41.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitive New Age Guy</title><summary type='text'>I was chilling on my couch reading my Sherlock Holmes when Q called to rant about her boyfriend. As we talk, it really got me thinking, times has really change the relationship between men and women.Nowadays, men are encouraged to be a cheerleader, errand boy, clown or court jester, listening ears, chef, etc (more to add to the list) to women. We are suppose to be sensitive towards their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109566558338836022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109566558338836022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109566558338836022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109566558338836022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/sensitive-new-age-guy.html' title='Sensitive New Age Guy'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109541173366306876</id><published>2004-09-18T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T12:29:21.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Story</title><summary type='text'>Last year on the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the mall to buy the gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself, 'It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go...' Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109541173366306876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109541173366306876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109541173366306876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109541173366306876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/xmas-story.html' title='Xmas Story'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109532524646947947</id><published>2004-09-16T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T17:00:46.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were the days</title><summary type='text'>I had a busy day, in fact, two busy days, I was just as busy yesterday. Finally, there's time for a breather, so I think I rather take this time to blog rather than to surf the net aimlessly. My small sis just showed me a picture of her in school uniform and I notice that she is wearing tinted glasses and it's those kind of obvious yellow. I was in shock...."Why are you in tinted glasses and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109532524646947947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109532524646947947' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109532524646947947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109532524646947947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/those-were-days.html' title='Those were the days'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109513123019622788</id><published>2004-09-14T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T11:19:35.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My entry gone again....</title><summary type='text'>All right....something went wrong again. Last night, I finished my entry complete with pictures on how I spend my Sunday.....but now it's gone.....TMD! Too lazy to re-type everything...maybe tonight if I am not that tired ba.Yesterday, Sis complain to me about her work again. Look like nobody seems to like their job. Friends always complained about how their job suck, etc. Well, I can't blame </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109513123019622788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109513123019622788' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109513123019622788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109513123019622788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-entry-gone-again.html' title='My entry gone again....'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109504516570015867</id><published>2004-09-13T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T11:28:52.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Terminal</title><summary type='text'>Saturday night was great because I watched a GREAT GREAT movie, The Terminal.From Academy Awards winners Tom Hanks (one of my fav. actor) &amp; Catherine Zeta-Jones (she's great in Chicago) together with Academy Awards winning film maker Steven Spielberg comes a GREAT movie which is worth every single cents even if it's weekend and you are paying 8.50 bucks for it.The Terminal tells a story of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109504516570015867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109504516570015867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109504516570015867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109504516570015867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/terminal.html' title='The Terminal'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109487551911817667</id><published>2004-09-11T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T12:28:20.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 going 19</title><summary type='text'>Friday night was good but very tiring for me. When it's only 1:30am, I was practically falling asleep. I used to last through the night and still able to go for work at 8am the next morning but now, I can't seem to do it anymore. I guess that I am really getting old? Speaking of which, last night when I told a gal, who was conducting a survey, my age, she couldn't believe it at all. Hey! What's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109487551911817667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109487551911817667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109487551911817667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109487551911817667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/24-going-19.html' title='24 going 19'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109478180316170718</id><published>2004-09-10T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T10:30:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Bill!</title><summary type='text'>What Famous Leader Are You?personality tests by similarminds.comOhhh....so I am Bill. So did anyone buy my book yet?? Monica, where are you???AHAHA....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109478180316170718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109478180316170718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109478180316170718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109478180316170718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-bill.html' title='I am Bill!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109475348528008038</id><published>2004-09-10T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T09:53:21.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living together ain't easy</title><summary type='text'>Blogger was down, right from last morning till this morning. I can't post my entry and I can't leave any comments. I shall stop here, not going to say anything more on the little glitch. I just hope that maybe next time Mr Blogger can leave a little note at the main sign in page to indicate that blogger is down or something, okie?I had a busy day today, well, busy playing games on MSN with Sis </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109475348528008038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109475348528008038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109475348528008038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109475348528008038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/living-together-aint-easy.html' title='Living together ain&apos;t easy'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109460777213858778</id><published>2004-09-08T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T08:48:03.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Star?</title><summary type='text'>Last evening, after watching "Jue Shi Hao Pa" on Channel U, I changed into my running gear and with my trusty Creative Nomad Nuvo2, I went for a jog. Well, keeping fit is one of my many goals now and at the same time I have to train for IPPT as well. Hmm, actually it ain't that bad jogging around the neighbourhood, at least I get to beo those attractive OLs who choose not to take the feeder bus. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109460777213858778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109460777213858778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109460777213858778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109460777213858778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/shooting-star.html' title='Shooting Star?'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109454043561233802</id><published>2004-09-07T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T15:00:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milo Tea?</title><summary type='text'>Was talking cock to sis on msn. She complained to me about her fuck up Monday. I guess Mondays are always blue to most of us. Her MD scolded her for something that wasn't even her fault.1. She made a reservation for her MD for 04/09 and on 03/09 at 10pm+ in the night, the restaurant's manager can called up sis's MD and asked whether he would like to confirm his reservation now. And mind you, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109454043561233802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109454043561233802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109454043561233802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109454043561233802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/milo-tea.html' title='Milo Tea?'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109446421897599050</id><published>2004-09-06T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T17:50:18.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays are now better!</title><summary type='text'>Planning for a short trip, should be setting off in Jan. Well, friends and I are still choosing between Taiwan and Thailand. Both are fine with me but generally I think Taiwan is better because the girls there are prettier. Okie just call me a Dirty Old Man. We'll see how it goes.Going to take my IPPT this Saturday, hope I can clear before my window closes or else I have to go for RT man. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109446421897599050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109446421897599050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109446421897599050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109446421897599050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/mondays-are-now-better.html' title='Mondays are now better!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109440602474503323</id><published>2004-09-06T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T08:51:37.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volcano Sect!</title><summary type='text'>Alright.........last entry was gone.....don't know what happen.Saturday and Sunday are more like a sport day for me this week. Went gyming and played table tennis and soccer.K and I used to be good in table tennis and we played almost everyday during our Sec Sch days. We wanted to re-live the glorious days, so he suggested that we book a table at sport hall and try to regain our form since it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109440602474503323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109440602474503323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109440602474503323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109440602474503323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/volcano-sect.html' title='Volcano Sect!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109419245743794457</id><published>2004-09-03T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T14:20:57.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you tie my shoe??</title><summary type='text'>Hey Hey.....guess what? I accidentally change my template.....and I lost my tag board (Wonder who's willing to tie my shoe for me and get my tagboard up again?).....anyway it turn out to be quite nice. The theme is harbour and since I am dealing with offshore and maritime, I guess I will keep this template for now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109419245743794457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109419245743794457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109419245743794457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109419245743794457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/will-you-tie-my-shoe.html' title='Will you tie my shoe??'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109418379175383440</id><published>2004-09-03T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T13:24:41.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Slow Friday</title><summary type='text'>The weather is so damn hot!! I also melt when I was walking back from lunch and when I get into the office, the air -con is damn too cold. Okie....what can I do? Office is too cold, weather is too hot.....hey I know!! I will open the bloody damn door of my office, and I will shift my table so that half it is INSIDE the office and half of it is OUTSIDE the office. Ya....I was just talking cock </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109418379175383440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109418379175383440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109418379175383440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109418379175383440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/slow-slow-friday.html' title='Slow Slow Friday'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109409611697091039</id><published>2004-09-02T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T16:24:49.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typed morning. Post now. Cos busy!</title><summary type='text'>A beautiful Thursday morning, weather is nice, sun is shining brightly sending its blessing to us, birds are chirping, and I wasn't late for work. A good start for the day.Feeling kinda excited, kinda lost. Complicated feelings? Yes....Humans are one complicated animal. And woman esp, you can never know what a woman is thinking or what's going on in their mind. They always don't mean what they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109409611697091039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109409611697091039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109409611697091039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109409611697091039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/typed-morning-post-now-cos-busy.html' title='Typed morning. Post now. Cos busy!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109405878108427854</id><published>2004-09-01T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:13:01.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ÓÐÐ©ÊÂ²»±ØÏëÌ«¶à£¬Òª×ö¾Í×ö¡£</title><summary type='text'>Í»È»¼ä¾õµÃºÜº¦ÅÂ£¬¾õµÃ¾Í¿ìÒªÊ§È¥Ëý¡£Ã÷Ã÷ÊÇºÜÏ²»¶Ëý£¬¾ÍÊÇ²»¸Ò¶ÔËý±í°×¡£¸Ò°®¸ÒËµÎÒ×ö²»µ½£¬¶øËý¶ÔÎÒÀ´ËµÊÇÄÇÃ´Ò£²»¿É¼±¡£ËØÁèËµµÄ¶ÔÓÐÐ©ÊÂ²»±ØÏëÌ«¶à£¬ ÏëÁËÔÙ¶àÔÙ¾Ã»¹²»ÊÇÒ»Ñù¡£Ö»ÓÐÐÐ¶¯²ÅÄÜ¹»ÈÃÒ»Ö±ÅÇ»²µÄÊÂÓÐ·¢Õ¹¡£ÎÒ¿´Ò²ÊÇÊ±ºòÎÒ¸Ã²ÉÈ¡ÐÐ¶¯¡£ÓëÆäÈÃËý³ÉÎªÒ»Î»¿ÉÄÜÒòÎªÓÐÁËÄÐÅóÓÑºó¶ø»áÊèÔ¶µÄºÃÅóÓÑ£¬²»Èç´óµ¨µÄÏòËý±í°×£¬Ëµ²»¶¨»áÊÇÒ»¼þºÃÊÂ¡£Ï£ÍûÎÒÕâÑ¡ÔñÊÇ¶ÔµÄ¡£Ö÷°¡£¡°ï°ïÎÒ°É£¬Çë´ÍÓèÎÒÁ¦Á¿ºÍÐÅÐÄ¡£Music -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109405878108427854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109405878108427854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109405878108427854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109405878108427854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title='ÓÐÐ©ÊÂ²»±ØÏëÌ«¶à£¬Òª×ö¾Í×ö¡£'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109401935586562861</id><published>2004-09-01T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T14:15:55.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Hollowson</title><summary type='text'>Am very sleepy now. Been sleeping at 4am for 5 days le. I have to wake latest by 730am everyday so I was sleeping like for only 3-1/2 hrs everyday for 5 days le. No wonder I feel so tired and giddy today. Past 4 nights were due to work and last night was because I can't sleep.I lost my ear ring and I didn't realise till now as I am typing this. FUCK MAN!! Where is my ear ring? Did it drop in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109401935586562861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109401935586562861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109401935586562861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109401935586562861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/sleepy-hollowson.html' title='Sleepy Hollowson'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109398010294846236</id><published>2004-09-01T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T09:36:29.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>je tombe pour vous</title><summary type='text'>Je tombe pour vous.  Vous me conduisez fou avec votre sentiment indifférent parfois.  Laissez-moi avoir une chance d'être avec vous.  Dites-moi que vous m'aimez aussi.  Je t'aime.Music - Love will keep us alive - Eagles</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109398010294846236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109398010294846236' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109398010294846236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109398010294846236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/09/je-tombe-pour-vous.html' title='je tombe pour vous'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109392066086126207</id><published>2004-08-31T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T10:51:00.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Kebangsaan!</title><summary type='text'>Was talking to a client from Malaysia yesterday and she told me it's their National Day today. They called it Hari Kebangsaan (yes?). Happy National Day, neighbour!Sorry to say that I don't know this. How do our neighbour celebrates their National Day? Can someone please enlighten me?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109392066086126207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109392066086126207' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109392066086126207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109392066086126207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/hari-kebangsaan.html' title='Hari Kebangsaan!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109384765163665918</id><published>2004-08-30T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T15:19:32.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S/S (Not Stainless Steel but Saturday and Sunday)</title><summary type='text'>Saturday was fun, went to the rascal's fellow doggy friend's birthday party. Didn't bring Milo along though but I still had fun. Went to meet my army friends after that, it's been a while since we meet le. I MISS YOU GUYS!!!! It's been so long since I had so much fun, constantly looking at girls and rating them, flirting with the waitress (Sorry Christine, we mean no harm), laughing at each other</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109384765163665918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109384765163665918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109384765163665918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109384765163665918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/ss-not-stainless-steel-but-saturday.html' title='S/S (Not Stainless Steel but Saturday and Sunday)'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109380551445738609</id><published>2004-08-30T02:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T09:08:43.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those ill-fitting shoe.</title><summary type='text'>I just read a very interesting article written by L. It's about this girl who bought a ill fitting (size is smaller) shoe just because it's pretty and look nice on her. Of course, her feet hurts everytime she wear that shoe but still she cling on to it and refuse to throw it away. One day it almost cause her to lose her life, it was then she finally threw the shoe away.I think what L is trying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109380551445738609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109380551445738609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109380551445738609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109380551445738609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/those-ill-fitting-shoe.html' title='Those ill-fitting shoe.'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109367332515525632</id><published>2004-08-28T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T14:08:45.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams....</title><summary type='text'>If you guys do remember L, not only she's a cutie, she turn out to be one of the most multi-talented girl I ever seen. She seems to be good in everything she does, she also have this drive for life which I am seriously lacking since my breakup with my ex. I think 24hrs a day is really not enough for her. To name some, she's good in her studies, plays piano &amp; trumpet, percussion, she acts in plays</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109367332515525632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109367332515525632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109367332515525632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109367332515525632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/dreams.html' title='Dreams....'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109366374591482313</id><published>2004-08-28T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T11:29:59.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a rest</title><summary type='text'>Brought home some work to finish up and it's freaking Friday night! I should be out having fun but why do I have to be working at home? Was trying hard to complete my work when Bpa Tan called and jio me out. The devil in me was like "Yeahhhh! Quick!! Say okie! You wanted to go out right? Work can wait till you come back." but the angel in me was like ".............." er....he didn't make any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109366374591482313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109366374591482313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109366374591482313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109366374591482313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-need-rest.html' title='I need a rest'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109357862076740960</id><published>2004-08-27T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T11:50:20.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil or Good?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109357862076740960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109357862076740960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109357862076740960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109357862076740960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/evil-or-good.html' title='Evil or Good?'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109357315730125081</id><published>2004-08-27T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T10:19:51.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Men die before Women?</title><summary type='text'>Do you know how tough it is being a man...?If you put a woman on a pedestal and try to protect her from the rat race, you're a male chauvinist.If you stay home and do the housework, you're a pansy.If you work too hard there is never any time for her.If you don't work enough, you're a good-for-nothing bum.If she has a boring repetitive job with low pay, this is exploitation.If you have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109357315730125081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109357315730125081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109357315730125081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109357315730125081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/why-men-die-before-women.html' title='Why Men die before Women?'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109352937026661107</id><published>2004-08-26T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T22:09:30.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures tell a thousand words</title><summary type='text'>This is where I work....quite messy...This is the old typewriter which I need to use when technology fail me...My temperature drop to 37.4 Deg C...road to recovery..YeahhhhhhSetting up the mouse trap...let's see if I do catch anything next morning...A stray dog in the base. I name it Xiao Bai...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109352937026661107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109352937026661107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109352937026661107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109352937026661107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/pictures-tell-thousand-words.html' title='Pictures tell a thousand words'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109348564448774129</id><published>2004-08-26T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T10:00:44.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38.7 Deg C to 37.4 Deg C</title><summary type='text'>Drop from a record high of 38.7 deg C to 37.4 deg C today. Look like I am on the road to recovery. Followed some advice given last night. Q told me to bath in cold water, followed by panadol and sleep with blanket covering whole body. Then gugu told me shouldn't bath, wear long sleeves, cover blanket and sleep. So contradicting....so I combined the two, I bathe, then I wear long sleeve, cover </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109348564448774129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109348564448774129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109348564448774129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109348564448774129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/387-deg-c-to-374-deg-c.html' title='38.7 Deg C to 37.4 Deg C'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109345412302241862</id><published>2004-08-26T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T01:17:39.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>·¢ÉÕÁË</title><summary type='text'>·¢ÉÕÁË¡£Á¿ÁËÌåÎÂ£¬38.7£¬Ó¦¸ÃÊÇËã·¢¸ßÉÕ°É¡£·¢ÁË¶ÌÑ¶¸øËý£¬¿ÉÊÇÃ»»Øµç¡£²»ÖªËýÏÖÔÚÊÇÔÚË¯»¹ÊÇÔÚÍâ¡£²»ÖªÎÒÊÇ²»ÊÇÂýÂýÁËÏ²»¶ÉÏËýÁË£¬Ò²²»ÖªµÀËýÐÄÀïÊÇ×ÅÃ´ÏëÁË¡£²»¹ý¿´À´ÎÒÊÇÃ»Ï£Íû, Ö»ÄÜË³ÆäÖÁÈ»°É¡£Ëý¾ÍÏóÊÇÄÇÐÇÐÇ¶øÎÒÊÇÄÇÃ´Æ½·²ÎÞ¼¸¡£Ò²²»ÖªÎÒÎªºÎÕâÃ´ÏëËý¡£ÎÒ¿´Ò²¸ÃË¯ÁË¡£¸ÐÐ»Ó¨£¬¹Ã¹ÃºÍç²£¬ÖÁÉÙÄãÃÇ»¹»á¹ØÐÄÎÒ¡£</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109345412302241862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109345412302241862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109345412302241862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109345412302241862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post_26.html' title='·¢ÉÕÁË'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109343150221038992</id><published>2004-08-25T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T18:58:22.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>37.8 Deg C</title><summary type='text'>Just took my temperature, 37.8deg C.... no wonder I feel so like shit. This morning the temperature was like only 37.4deg C. I thought I will be fine, I even took two panadols just now. Look like it ain't got much help.I am waiting for my colleague to be back in the office before I make my way to meet a friend. Ya....I still cannot go home yet. This friend took leave just for today so I cannot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109343150221038992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109343150221038992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109343150221038992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109343150221038992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/378-deg-c.html' title='37.8 Deg C'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109340405930140122</id><published>2004-08-25T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T11:20:59.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chang Er, will you celebrate my birthday with me?</title><summary type='text'>My ex msg me this morning telling me something.....No, we are not getting back together. :p She's telling me that my birthday falls directly on Mooncake Festival this year. Hmm...so 28 Sept is Lunar 15 Aug...at least I can have the company of the moon fairy (also know as Chang Er).Oh ya....the mouse trap which my uncle and I laid yesterday caught a rat this morning. Heh heh.....should have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109340405930140122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109340405930140122' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109340405930140122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109340405930140122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/chang-er-will-you-celebrate-my.html' title='Chang Er, will you celebrate my birthday with me?'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109339748680485959</id><published>2004-08-25T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T09:31:26.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am SICK!</title><summary type='text'>With a shivering body and a big headache, I woke up and willed myself to the bathroom this morning. Took my temperature, okie...I am having a fever, my whole body is aching, my throat is in pain and my head is spinning.*One hour later*Sitting here right in front of my comp in my office, I still can't believe that I actually come to work. One year back, I would have already taken a MC. Maybe I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109339748680485959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109339748680485959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109339748680485959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109339748680485959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-sick.html' title='I am SICK!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109334024839754931</id><published>2004-08-24T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T18:43:50.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Tuition le!!! Yeahhhhhhh!</title><summary type='text'>Today will be my first Tuesday without having to tuition that small little monster. I am free like a bird! There are so much things I wanna do....I...I.......I wanna....OKIE....there's nothing on my mind now. Hmm...what can I do? I might as well think now and blog it down as well.I can jio my dinner kakis out for dinner and talk cock, hmm... KH, working night shift.....B, company sports day....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109334024839754931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109334024839754931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109334024839754931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109334024839754931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-tuition-le-yeahhhhhhh.html' title='No Tuition le!!! Yeahhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109331384478296318</id><published>2004-08-24T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T10:17:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fated</title><summary type='text'>Saw my friend on msm, keep whining to me on how it's so difficult to study in Aust. Sigh......M, if you ever had the chance to see this, better study hard. Like I always say, if you give up half way, I will kick your arse back to Aust.Q quarrel with her bf yesterday, sometimes I wonder how is it that she is able to stand his temper and attitude. Guess that love IS blind. Anyway, she was whining</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109331384478296318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109331384478296318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109331384478296318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109331384478296318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/fated.html' title='Fated'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109323176881173467</id><published>2004-08-23T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T11:29:58.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><summary type='text'>I think I am crazy today. I am so busy since I stepped into office this morning but I actually am happy and excited that I am so busy!! I had lots of dream last night...but I couldn't remember any of them when I woke up....well...maybe one or two.Does the below happen to you guys before?E.g. I was doing work and my pencil dropped, I bend and pick it up and all of the sudden, I remember seeing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109323176881173467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109323176881173467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109323176881173467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109323176881173467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109319281927190541</id><published>2004-08-23T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T00:40:19.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday......</title><summary type='text'>Li Jia Wei lost again today. So yet again...Singapore's hope for medal is dash...just as I expected. Not that I don't support Singapore or Li Jia Wei, don't get me wrong here. Just that, sometimes, you'll just know it. But on a happier note, Liverpool won last night! YEAHHHHH! Y.N.W.A.!!I think I have to buck up on my blading skills, although I fell only once today but that's embarrassing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109319281927190541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109319281927190541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109319281927190541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109319281927190541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/sunday.html' title='Sunday......'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109315704465724151</id><published>2004-08-22T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T00:41:07.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday....</title><summary type='text'>Li Jia Wei lost yesterday to the ever annoying Kim Hyang Mi from North Korea. She had been making those funny noise throughout the whole game. If I am Li Jia Wei, my bat will be flying across instead of the ping pong ball. Too bad that she lost her million dollar dream just like that.Went to Tampines Stadium to support my favourite S-League team, Tampines Rover, yesterday after watching Li Jia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109315704465724151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109315704465724151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109315704465724151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109315704465724151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/saturday.html' title='Saturday....'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109297031573331213</id><published>2004-08-20T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T10:51:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh She....She thinks that she is pretty</title><summary type='text'>I was with a group of friends (all guys) at Mac, makan, talk cock sing song. Just right opposite our table seated a group of girls. One of them had her zip on her pants unzip and her glory was left open for all to see.Being such nice guys, we wrote a note wanting to pass to her so as to save her from the embarrassment. After some fingers guessing games, I was the lucky chap to pass the note. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109297031573331213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109297031573331213' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109297031573331213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109297031573331213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/oh-sheshe-thinks-that-she-is-pretty.html' title='Oh She....She thinks that she is pretty'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109293470308254197</id><published>2004-08-20T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:58:23.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you Olympics!</title><summary type='text'>I rushed home for OC and Olympics was all I saw that was on TV. I didn't know The OC wasn't going to be on tonight until she called. Damn you!! Bloody Olympics!My comp in office went down....and server went down too. Till now the problem still not solve yet, thus tomorrow I have to go in super early. Fuck man....Damn you!! Bloody PC!!The cheque that my friend deposited in my name was post </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109293470308254197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109293470308254197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109293470308254197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109293470308254197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/damn-you-olympics.html' title='Damn you Olympics!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109289553988448088</id><published>2004-08-19T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T16:44:25.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Woman</title><summary type='text'>Just met this very attractive lady. She told me she is a mother of FIVE CHILDREN and she is only 28 this year...wah piangz...her hubby damn power.Needless to say....I was shock. What's her secret, man? She look slim....no..I should said her figure is GREAT and she look young. She has her own business in Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia. Oh man....she is attractive and she is rich! Too bad...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109289553988448088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109289553988448088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109289553988448088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109289553988448088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/pretty-woman.html' title='Pretty Woman'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109284988649486979</id><published>2004-08-19T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T01:24:46.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night</title><summary type='text'>Just finish talking to my ex. She msg me Good Night this time, so I thought to myself, why not call her? Anyway it's been a long time since we really talk on the phone after out breakup.Talked about nothing in particular, just updating each other about our own recent events. Maybe I should just get her to read my blog. Ahaha......Music - Hold On - Jet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109284988649486979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109284988649486979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109284988649486979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109284988649486979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/good-night.html' title='Good Night'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109281940062906661</id><published>2004-08-18T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T17:31:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tale</title><summary type='text'>My ex msg me this morning, early morning in fact. Talked for a while using SMSes. Thoughts of her wanting to come back start coming in thru'...........what happen that night also came flashing thru' my mind, the night we became an item. What's posted below was something I saved as Draft few days back. Don't intend to publish it though but I guess it should be okie....not some secret anyway."Do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109281940062906661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109281940062906661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109281940062906661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109281940062906661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/fairy-tale.html' title='Fairy Tale'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109279441281779103</id><published>2004-08-18T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T10:00:12.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><summary type='text'>Finally, gugu finally re-appeared this morning after missing for two days. Been waiting at the "duan chang" cliff for bloody two days....hee. Gugu, if you ever have the time to come in and read this, Guo Er know you are tired but I will support you le. Gugu..jia you!Had the worst tuition last night. The kid was horrible. I am damn pissed off. Nothing was good after that.A friend was suppose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109279441281779103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109279441281779103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109279441281779103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109279441281779103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109273501063209779</id><published>2004-08-17T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T17:30:10.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of Business</title><summary type='text'>Learned a new lesson today from my boss. The whole meaning of doing business is to make the greatest profit margin possible.How to get the lowest cost? How to get customers to buy at the greatest profit margin possible? Profit...that's what business is all about! I am now being trained by my boss to think in this way.Two ways I am seeing this, by doing so, 1) I will be able to make more money</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109273501063209779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109273501063209779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109273501063209779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109273501063209779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/art-of-business.html' title='Art of Business'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109271297954712596</id><published>2004-08-17T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T11:23:51.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-20s</title><summary type='text'>It's mid August now, just a month plus before my birthday. Somehow, this year I am not looking forward to it. Going 24 this year, oh man.....mid 20s....still no career, no money, no house, no cars, no gals, no sex, no life, no everything......This is shit man!!For 3-1/2 yrs, I am so use of getting present from one source.....my gf. So this year I won't be getting any, I guess.Me and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109271297954712596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109271297954712596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109271297954712596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109271297954712596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/mid-20s.html' title='Mid-20s'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109267271329658183</id><published>2004-08-16T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T08:43:12.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telepathy</title><summary type='text'>Bought two DVDs today, Fahrenheit 9/11 &amp; The Passion of The Christ and coincidentally, she bought the same two shows today too. If I had know earlier.....I could just borrow it from her. Telepathy.....Music - Tears in Heaven - Eric Clapton (To me, he's the God of Guitar)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109267271329658183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109267271329658183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109267271329658183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109267271329658183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/telepathy.html' title='Telepathy'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109262554290383977</id><published>2004-08-16T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T12:33:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tambi's way of doing business</title><summary type='text'>Arsenal match was great last night. They thrashed Everton 4-1, Yeahhhhh! I hate Everton! All Liverpool fans hate Everton.I was catching the match at some Indian restaurant at Downtown East last night and Joey was somewhere nearby. Told me that she and Gary should be joining me for the Chelsea Vs Man U match. Too bad....the owner off the TV just before the big match was about to start, he wanted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109262554290383977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109262554290383977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109262554290383977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109262554290383977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/tambis-way-of-doing-business.html' title='Tambi&apos;s way of doing business'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109262140029591858</id><published>2004-08-16T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T10:07:29.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-maid</title><summary type='text'>After watching I-Robot one or two weeks ago, I had been thinking......isn't this robot thingy close to what it is now in Singapore? Look at the number of maids and bangladeshi workers working in Singapore....Given one fateful day, they decided to do what the Robots did in the movie, do we ample time to react? I don't think so. Our force will be able to suppress them after some time but how many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109262140029591858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109262140029591858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109262140029591858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109262140029591858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-maid.html' title='I-maid'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109251008632040643</id><published>2004-08-15T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T13:27:56.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness</title><summary type='text'>I feel like I'll be falling sick soon. I did not have enough sleep these few days.Still remember 1 month ago I was sick, one of my ex really took great care of me. I had fever, she was like taking my temperature every now and then, keeping changing the small towel on my forehead when I can see that she was already very tired and sleepy. By the time I woke up the next morning...she was already </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109251008632040643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109251008632040643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109251008632040643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109251008632040643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/kindness.html' title='Kindness'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109247043915707336</id><published>2004-08-14T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T16:00:39.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Red Ryan Hood</title><summary type='text'>I decided to delete my last post. It just some crap that came to my mind. Have save it as a draft though. I just love to pen down what has suddenly come to my mind. Last night, before going out with the BPAs, all those words just start to flash thru' my mind.Just got back from work and lunch, will be visiting my granny in a while. It's been a long time.....I really miss her. I am really afraid.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109247043915707336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109247043915707336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109247043915707336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109247043915707336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/little-red-ryan-hood.html' title='Little Red Ryan Hood'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109240658858824411</id><published>2004-08-13T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T23:03:54.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connecting to the world</title><summary type='text'>Hey hey, my connection is back! Once again, I am able to connect to the world. Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!I have to work tomorrow....and I tot I don't have to. Okie....there's goes my plan for golf in the morning. Sunday I will going blading, I am still a newbie to this blade thingy, hope I won't fall.Okie I am bored! I am so bored....I wanna go out. I don't want to be at home. It's fucking Friday night</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109240658858824411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109240658858824411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109240658858824411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109240658858824411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/connecting-to-world.html' title='Connecting to the world'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109236189601381647</id><published>2004-08-13T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T10:31:26.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><summary type='text'>Wasted myself thru' the night w/o connectivity to the world wide web yesterday. It's day 2 since I lost my net connection back at home.Anyway last night was okie, had to tuition the little monster till 9pm. I reached home at 10pm and was catching up with Janis on the phone until The OC started.I am OC addicted....and Charmed addicted....not to mention Smallville as well, such a TV junkie I am</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109236189601381647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109236189601381647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109236189601381647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109236189601381647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109227578786875363</id><published>2004-08-12T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T13:51:27.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No life?</title><summary type='text'>My net connection was down last night...I couldn't log in. I restart my com 5 bloody times and it's still the same. So what did I do? I on the TV and all the shows were like so boring until SG Idol. SG Idol is great or I mean at least I still have something to keep me occupied till 9:30pm. What to do after that? Damn....At 9:15pm, HP rang.Friend: "Wei! Rubber...where are you?"Rubber Lun: "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109227578786875363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109227578786875363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109227578786875363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109227578786875363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-life.html' title='No life?'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109220005806855878</id><published>2004-08-11T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T12:54:18.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stags Stags Stags Go.....</title><summary type='text'>In contrast to the previous two seasons when Home United and SAFFC picked up the S.League title within a relative comfort zone, the 2004 edition looks to be on its way to a photo-finish when it draws to a conclusion in late September.With six matches to go, the title chase is now a three-horse race between reigning champions Home United, the resurgent Young Lions and Tampines Rovers.The Stags</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109220005806855878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109220005806855878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109220005806855878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109220005806855878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/stags-stags-stags-go.html' title='Stags Stags Stags Go.....'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109218753945682301</id><published>2004-08-11T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T09:25:39.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraine......</title><summary type='text'>Sign from stress of work is starting to show again. I am starting to feel the tightness and pain around my neck. I predict my migraine will start soon and I fucking hate migraine.Once, I had this terrible migraine going on for 3 weeks. I went hospital for checkup, took several test (since it's free) and even did a scan on my head.Test result? Just stress.....that's all. Doc prescripted some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109218753945682301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109218753945682301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109218753945682301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109218753945682301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/migraine.html' title='Migraine......'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109214739054766922</id><published>2004-08-10T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T01:07:48.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubber.......</title><summary type='text'>My friend is meeting me for dinner at 10:10pm...and I am still here. No wonder, my friend called me rubber lun....my time is always stretchable...when I am early for a date or appt...meaning either that person is very impt to me or that appt is very impt to me....Opps....my friend called....kena scolded....ciao...continue when I am back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109214739054766922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109214739054766922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109214739054766922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109214739054766922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/rubber.html' title='Rubber.......'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109210645534163847</id><published>2004-08-10T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T10:54:15.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Day?</title><summary type='text'>I was suppose to go for blading yesterday but in the end I didn't. Not that I don't want to, just that someone is too lazy? Or she was concern that I will be too tired because I went for a jog earlier on? Hmm...In the end, I went Kinokuniya @ Taka, finally found the full collections of Sherlock Holmes novels and short stories with the help of my friend.On my way to town, I realize that not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109210645534163847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109210645534163847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109210645534163847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109210645534163847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy-national-day.html' title='Happy National Day?'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109194810715951997</id><published>2004-08-08T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:25:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in Singapore</title><summary type='text'>Alright...trying to catch my sleep. Didn't get enough last 2 nights. Friday night I was at Fisherman village drinking with my fellowship. Yesterday I was at Black drinking again. Didn't dance tho..feeling a bit old le. But I couldn't sleep at all because it is too noisy downstair. There's a Malay wedding going on. Look like I can only get some rest when they stop the whole thing.EPL is finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109194810715951997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109194810715951997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109194810715951997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109194810715951997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/sleepless-in-singapore.html' title='Sleepless in Singapore'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587667.post-109172706091881732</id><published>2004-08-06T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:26:09.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampines Rover Go Go Go!!</title><summary type='text'>I think my 170 bucks is slowly making its way to my pocket already. Tampines won Tanjong Pagar 1-0, now that Tampines top the table, we just have to maintain the form to win the title. If Tampines win, I win.We change the venue to Fisherman Village instead of Embargo tonight. Wondering will there be any veggies tonight? (To those who do read my blog, I am not going to explain what a veggie mean</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109172706091881732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109172706091881732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109172706091881732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109172706091881732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/tampines-rover-go-go-go.html' title='Tampines Rover Go Go Go!!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109169613621430976</id><published>2004-08-05T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:26:38.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday I'll be Saturday Night</title><summary type='text'>Young Lions trash Homes 4-1 yesterday. If Tampines win tonight, we will be topping the bloody table. Tonight I am suppose to be at the stadium shouting MIRKO MIRKO MIRKO !! But I forgot that I am suppose to go for a bloody tuition tonight. And that stupid ger make me buy a sticker for her.Now I can only wait for the good news after my tuition. Oh Tampines, please top the bloody table and win </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109169613621430976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109169613621430976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109169613621430976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109169613621430976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/someday-ill-be-saturday-night.html' title='Someday I&apos;ll be Saturday Night'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109168932644948280</id><published>2004-08-05T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:27:21.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Mistake!</title><summary type='text'>Argh!! I am so stupid today......tamade....I hope I will never make another mistake like this again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109168932644948280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109168932644948280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109168932644948280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109168932644948280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/stupid-mistake.html' title='Stupid Mistake!'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109166904582494445</id><published>2004-08-05T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:28:22.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Level Up?</title><summary type='text'>Was late this morning (Boss was even later, he's not here yet), woke up at 8am while my colleague is already waiting for me down my block since 7:50am.Weather seem fine now after the initial coldness in the early morning, energy level boosted.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109166904582494445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109166904582494445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109166904582494445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109166904582494445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/level-up.html' title='Level Up?'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</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-7587667.post-109164161450309423</id><published>2004-08-05T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:29:09.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot....Cold...Hot?</title><summary type='text'>Weather is so unpredictable.....it can be so hot now but next moment it can be so cold that you get frost bite. So why is it so hard to find a needle in the sea? The fact that the needle is too small? Or the fact that the sea is too big?Friday is the eve of weekends, Friday is Embargo hour with friends and Friday is also the day I hope to complete the software that I am developing for my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/feeds/109164161450309423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587667&amp;postID=109164161450309423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109164161450309423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587667/posts/default/109164161450309423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanson.blogspot.com/2004/08/hotcoldhot.html' title='Hot....Cold...Hot?'/><author><name>Ryanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129442934887432339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
