<?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-25649859</id><updated>2012-01-05T20:19:28.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.davehalliwell.blogspot.com/</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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>482</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25649859.post-370151698245041333</id><published>2011-10-15T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T16:34:53.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Something random. Something in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What I find important in a relationship:&lt;b&gt; friendship&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it's wonderful to imagine how you love somebody so much you can actually stand being his friend. Not that friends are more, or less, but a lover who is also a friend means I can come clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not just about the romantic intrigue/sparks we try to keep burning. You get what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I'm a person of values or virtues, I'm flawed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're useless because love is lawless and lovers are "blameless" people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't get more love because you're a better person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is better than who? Who decides anyway? You don't always love the one good for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what you do he might still never love you back. So accept it. Be yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no use breaking your heart against a word like trust, unless trust means the same thing to both people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no such thing as forgive and forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless he's someone you can forget, you &lt;i&gt;never &lt;/i&gt;(really) forgive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's not hate or anger. It's just hurt, and what do you do about that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need you to stand by me when I'm right. Come bury the body with me when I do wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No questions asked. Surely there are more important things than being right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, the most important thing is, to be happy together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I found mine. The only person who makes me feel like the luckiest boy in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-370151698245041333?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/370151698245041333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=370151698245041333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/370151698245041333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/370151698245041333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-random.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-3441360186791457629</id><published>2011-10-11T21:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:43:52.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;= cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/316619_277481738937298_100000264235706_1080516_1546490606_n.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Fable of the Porcupine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the coldest winter ever. Many animals died because of the cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The porcupines, realizing the situation, decided to group together to keep themselves warm. This way they covered and protected themselves; but the quills of each one wounded their closest companions. After awhile, they decided to distance themselves one from the other and they began to die, alone and frozen. So they had to make a choice: either accept the quills of their companions or disappear from the Earth. Wisely, they decided to go back to being together. They learned to live with the little wounds caused by the close relationship with their companions in order to receive the heat that came from the others. This way they were able to survive. The best relationship is not the one that brings together perfect people, but when each individual learns to live with the imperfections of others and can admire the other person's good qualities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;---------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(!)Interruption:&lt;/b&gt; Oh hey today I saw a this facebook post from one of my friends and I have decided to share it on facebook and my little space here. The porcupine very cute right! And the story is meaningful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The moral of the story is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes with hurt. It's together in the same package.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a risk that everyone has to take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appreciate what we already have w our special one,&lt;b&gt; l o v e&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s:&lt;/b&gt; I will be back soon with my visual post la. Don't worry, a promise is a promise! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-3441360186791457629?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3441360186791457629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=3441360186791457629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3441360186791457629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3441360186791457629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-i-saw-this-facebook-post-from-one.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-822973292807768536</id><published>2011-10-09T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T01:50:57.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi davehalliwell.blogspot.com/ &lt;b&gt;I miss you&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so long. Far too long, that I typed out a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to just let this tiny space of mine to be alone because I'm extremely L A Z Y.&lt;br /&gt;But someone special complained that I can shut down my blog if I continue to let it be dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so awkward and lost. Lost in a sense that I do not know how to structure the words in my post. Hmm I have been typing and deleting for an hour now but I still can't decide what to type. I guess I will come back with another post VERY SOON that will be filled with pictures that were taken during the previous few months. Picture speaks a thousand words right? Hehe I told you I'm lazy alrdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I think it's goodbye for now. I will be back v soon! (cross my heart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random note: If my special one happen to come by my blog again, &lt;b&gt;HARROW BABY! &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt; :b &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-822973292807768536?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/822973292807768536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=822973292807768536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/822973292807768536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/822973292807768536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/10/hi-davehalliwell.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-1910997426540025581</id><published>2011-08-11T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:30:54.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words can make one seem wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But what's wise is proved by actions. Like what they always say, "&lt;b&gt;Talk is cheap&lt;/b&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;People wouldn't be fully convinced if it's just all talk but no action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-1910997426540025581?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1910997426540025581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=1910997426540025581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1910997426540025581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1910997426540025581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/08/words-can-make-one-seem-wise.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-7530683006592296474</id><published>2011-08-10T08:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T08:59:18.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" I&lt;/span&gt;'m just an ordinary boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes I'm lazy, I get bored, I get scared, I feel ignored, I feel happy, I get silly, I choke on my own words, I make wishes, I have dreams and I still want to believe that anything can happen in this world for an ordinary boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-7530683006592296474?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7530683006592296474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=7530683006592296474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7530683006592296474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7530683006592296474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-m-just-ordinary-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-6178547171721130558</id><published>2011-07-10T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T16:21:29.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Recently, my great grandmother just passed away. It got me thinking of a lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so &lt;i&gt;vulnerable&lt;/i&gt;, so &lt;b&gt;unpredictable&lt;/b&gt;, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always knew that people leave with a choice. There has to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I realised people can also really leave without a choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really very heartbreaking to hear "unexpected" deaths or health problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like for a moment my great grandmother was happily singing songs and enjoying her time with her friends during the day and suddenly during midnight she woke up crying and was breathless, and, gone. It was fuckin' sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are people who care about the deceased gonna handle it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does it feel like death is always so cruel and painful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After death, funeral. Traditions. We sometimes find it meaningless or ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I've learned that it is to teach and remind us of things we always neglect and need to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The deepest memory of this whole death thing was when my family and I were in the viewing room at the columbarium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word, h e a r t p a i n.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just, hope she went to a better place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-6178547171721130558?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6178547171721130558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=6178547171721130558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6178547171721130558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6178547171721130558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/07/recently-my-great-grandmother-just.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-4363820397037909480</id><published>2011-06-29T15:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T15:20:38.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you feel that it is very ironic for people to say that they want their &lt;b&gt;happy ending&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like saying they want to experience happiness and want it to end after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You want that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-4363820397037909480?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4363820397037909480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=4363820397037909480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4363820397037909480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4363820397037909480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-you-feel-that-it-is-very-ironic.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-2781204458091598379</id><published>2011-06-22T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:58:47.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Relationships aren't about feeling happy all the time, it's impossible, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To me, I feel that relationships should make me feel happy not all day, but, everyday. ☺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2781204458091598379?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2781204458091598379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2781204458091598379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2781204458091598379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2781204458091598379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/06/relationships-arent-about-feeling-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-2694607812636329060</id><published>2011-06-13T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T13:34:52.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; " &gt;Ask me ask me!!! Been too dead here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/daveloww" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/daveloww&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2694607812636329060?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2694607812636329060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2694607812636329060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2694607812636329060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2694607812636329060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/06/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-6946353991316200033</id><published>2011-06-10T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:57:11.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Different people have different definitions of love.&lt;br /&gt;There are no right or wrong ones.&lt;div&gt;And I feel that in a relationship, both parties should respect one another's definitions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What people define love as, are what they're seeking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess it's best if you find someone who has the same definition as you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or you have to compromise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I feel that people are just making relationships complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, what matters most in a relationship is that both parties are happy together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-6946353991316200033?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6946353991316200033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=6946353991316200033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6946353991316200033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6946353991316200033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/06/different-people-have-different.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-5346078209581265977</id><published>2011-06-06T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:21:57.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love really makes people do all sorts of crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Been there, felt it, it was terrible. But it was worth it. &lt;div&gt;It shows people care. Because it all comes down to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no need to restrict yourself at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't have to be afraid that you're an annoying bitch or afraid that your love would be sick and bored of you if you spend too much time with one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get it when I hear from people that couples shouldn't meet everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean like seriously? If you love one another, wouldn't you wanna see one another everyday? I understand sometimes we need a break, but it's totally wrong for people to like restrict yourself from meeting your boyfriend or girlfriend just because you're afraid that he or she would be sick and bored of you. Who are the ones who created those rules? In any case, it should be you two. Just because someone's else relationship failed due to this reason, doesn't mean yours would. Every relationship is different. How do we expect others from the outside to understand what's happening between two people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every couple should be honest with one another no matter what. Even if the truth hurts, or even if some things are better left unsaid, it's better to be honest rather than leaving another party hanging in suspense or hurting them more later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When one party is unfaithful, it hurts, yes. And the truth that everyone doesn't want to say out loud is, you want him or her to love you back like the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the irony is,  isn't love unconditional?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-5346078209581265977?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5346078209581265977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=5346078209581265977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5346078209581265977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5346078209581265977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-really-makes-people-do-all-sorts.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-451130881909128736</id><published>2011-05-20T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:52:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get it?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-451130881909128736?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/451130881909128736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=451130881909128736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/451130881909128736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/451130881909128736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-lies-behind-us-and-what-lies.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-4446751964661986303</id><published>2011-05-18T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T14:36:54.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was looking at a few retweets and I have doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"Over thinking ruins you. Ruins the situation, turn things around, makes you worry and make things worse than it actually is."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I find it true but at the same time it sound like we're comforting ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"Follow ur heart, because if u always trust ur mind, you’ll always act on logic, and logic doesn’t always lead to happiness."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure this sentence is true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-4446751964661986303?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4446751964661986303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=4446751964661986303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4446751964661986303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4446751964661986303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/05/was-looking-at-few-retweets-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-3480916620389831206</id><published>2011-05-18T10:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:10:01.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It takes a lot of work to maintain a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, I feel that, lovin' you, is not enough.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-3480916620389831206?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3480916620389831206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=3480916620389831206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3480916620389831206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3480916620389831206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-i-feel-that-lovin-you-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-3863089986956768094</id><published>2011-05-03T23:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:15:09.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"Just because the past is painful, doesn't mean the future will be. So never let events from the past, change the events for the future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-3863089986956768094?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3863089986956768094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=3863089986956768094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3863089986956768094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3863089986956768094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-because-past-is-painful-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-4864173106929625496</id><published>2011-04-27T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T01:59:56.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my baby more than anything else.&lt;b&gt; And I mean it&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-4864173106929625496?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4864173106929625496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=4864173106929625496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4864173106929625496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4864173106929625496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-my-baby-more-than-anything-else.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-6524687797577845179</id><published>2011-04-24T01:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:13:26.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Something that has been on my mind for quite some time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, &lt;br /&gt;we shouldn't be disappointed or angry over someone's reply.&lt;br /&gt;Cause if we put ourselves into their shoes, can we do better?&lt;span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-6524687797577845179?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6524687797577845179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=6524687797577845179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6524687797577845179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6524687797577845179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-that-has-been-on-my-mind-for.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-473848563478921540</id><published>2011-04-14T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T12:43:00.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I put my &lt;b&gt;trust&lt;/b&gt; on you. &lt;b&gt;Break&lt;/b&gt; it and it will be &lt;b&gt;gone&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;orever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-473848563478921540?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/473848563478921540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=473848563478921540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/473848563478921540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/473848563478921540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-put-my-trust-on-you.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-7716160244124189727</id><published>2011-04-11T02:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T02:14:44.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm back just to record down how was my 10th April2011.&lt;div&gt;Hmm. My whole day was mostly spent @ sentosa. (Impromptu plan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went sentosa with Sheila and the other guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was rather not bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so long since I've been on a beach to feel some sunlight/to get burnt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't have feel for beach volleyball but surprisingly it turned out to be better than expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was so hoping to be able to play volleyball @ lamsoon but hope was dashed due to the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I ended my day with baby and baby never fails to make me happy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyoyoyo. I've really grown fatter already lor. Especially my face!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;FUCK MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to control my diet already. I don't wanna end up like a sumo DAMNIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to stop procrastinating and go play volleyball/visit the gym/go running, &lt;b&gt;MORE OFTEN&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go have haircut and maybe get my hair straightened a little and maybe maybe dye my hair again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayokay. I shall stop the rantings and go to sleep. Goodnighty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-7716160244124189727?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7716160244124189727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=7716160244124189727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7716160244124189727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7716160244124189727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-5172553700829094738</id><published>2011-04-09T18:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:21:37.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hello. It's been very very very long since I last updated here. Did you miss me? :B&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me see, what happened throughout the past month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short summary: Friends, Birthday, Carefree life and Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's gonna start soon on the 18th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time passes so fast right? This whole year feels so fast. 1/3 of the year has passed already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I didn't accomplish anything this year so far, but I'm happy with everything in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't ask for anything more, or anything less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want it to stay this way, and I'm contented already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I'm curious how poly life is gonna be like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to really manage my time well. And of course, be responsible for everything, anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really gonna study and get good grades. I don't wanna end up like last year again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that last year is over. This year is totally a new beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if everything's not okay, I'm gonna make it okay instead of just doing nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate the presence of my baby and dearest friends. Luv all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially my baby, I'm so fortunate to have you. You never fail to bring a smile to my face when I'm with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will update frequently cause I wanna record down the happenings in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-5172553700829094738?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5172553700829094738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=5172553700829094738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5172553700829094738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5172553700829094738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-7873585108326610392</id><published>2011-03-03T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:03:55.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Everything in life is temporary. So if things are going good, enjoy it because it won't last forever. And if things are going bad, don't worry. It can't last forever either."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-7873585108326610392?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7873585108326610392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=7873585108326610392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7873585108326610392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7873585108326610392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/03/everything-in-life-is-temporary.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-4040824621090436681</id><published>2011-03-01T04:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T04:53:06.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to thinking about fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That crazy concept that we are not really responsible for the course our lives take.&lt;br /&gt;That it is all predestined, written in the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that explains why, if you live in the city where you can't even see the stars, your love life tends to feel a little more random.&lt;br /&gt;And even if our every man/woman, every kiss, every heartache, is preorder-ed from some cosmic catalog, can we still take a wrong step and wonder off our own personal milky way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but wonder, can you make a mistake.. and miss your fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without them, what will shape our lives?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love or have babies or be who we are.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, seasons change, so do cities.&lt;br /&gt;People come into your life, and people go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's comforting to know, the ones you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;, are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;, in your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-4040824621090436681?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4040824621090436681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=4040824621090436681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4040824621090436681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4040824621090436681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-got-to-thinking-about-fate.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-3661495650306741490</id><published>2011-02-26T03:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T03:34:24.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when we talk about unconditional, we don't talk about what we expect in return.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be there for everyone that I care about when they needed someone but who will be there for me when I need someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-3661495650306741490?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3661495650306741490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=3661495650306741490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3661495650306741490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3661495650306741490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-know-when-we-talk-about-unconditional.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-174433920256323420</id><published>2011-02-01T12:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:16:35.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today marks 1st of February and that means 2 more days to chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna be like majority who kept hoping this would be a better month or year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause,&lt;br /&gt;Life is a learning process. We go through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt; to teach us about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solutions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a learning process. We go through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; to teach us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a learning process. We go through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hardship&lt;/span&gt; to teach us about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a learning process. We go through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heartaches&lt;/span&gt; to teach us about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:185%;"&gt;Face reality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life's like that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-174433920256323420?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/174433920256323420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=174433920256323420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/174433920256323420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/174433920256323420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/02/today-marks-1st-of-february-and-that.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-7304793892200380962</id><published>2011-01-30T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:42:56.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm enrolled into Millenia Institute.&lt;br /&gt;But I already appealed for either Mechanical engineering(Ngeeann), Business Applications(Republic) &amp;amp; Business information systems(Republic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do what to do. My R4 like a cui.&lt;br /&gt;I scored 21.. All thanks to my geography which I got a 7th grade, while the others are 3. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretted for slacking during my secondary 3 and 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;I know there's no use to regret because there's nothing I can do to change the past.&lt;br /&gt;But actually to really think about it, it was also okay cause if I didn't broke up during that time, it might be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just who you are. I gotta accept it but I can't. So breaking up was correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway did I mention that I quit my job already?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, since last month. Oh well.. what to say? I want my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that Chinese New year is like next week? FREAKING FAST LA.&lt;br /&gt;This month like just flew past me lor. Really damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year I also sian. Others have red packets to collect but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will be spending my chinese new year @ bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;The agency I worked for better transfer my pay to me promptly or else I confirm go sue them.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine I receive my pay when I'm @ bangkok? TOTALLY BO HUA TO WITHDRAW FROM THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya. Sorry for the poor command of english when I'm ranting. But I really buey tahan!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I need to indulge in a lot of retail therapy then I will be happy! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the abrupt ending of this post cause I don't wanna continue to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end the post with my favourite quote of the night from Shaikah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"You can always feel like you're the strongest bitch on earth one night. And  another night, you're such a weak-hearted person that can't stop crying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-7304793892200380962?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7304793892200380962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=7304793892200380962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7304793892200380962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7304793892200380962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-8495041630336376897</id><published>2011-01-06T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:43:44.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hi! Didn't have the time to blog or write down new year resolutions or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;It's been work work work for this 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'm gonna quit soon. Due to a lot of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've a lot of free time so I shall write it simple and short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolution is really very simple. Actually it's the stuff I must obtain in this 2 months. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Prada wallet.&lt;br /&gt;2. Blackberry Torch.&lt;br /&gt;2. Gucci sling bag.&lt;br /&gt;3. Porter sling bag.&lt;br /&gt;4. Doctor Martens Classic Black.&lt;br /&gt;5. Fred perry polo.&lt;br /&gt;6. Birkenstock new instock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH I NOT DEMANDING HOR. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get results next monday. I'm afraid. Can even get into poly not? Can I face it myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-8495041630336376897?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8495041630336376897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=8495041630336376897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/8495041630336376897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/8495041630336376897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-hi-didnt-have-time-to-blog-or-write.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-3858812522428493363</id><published>2010-12-29T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:31:38.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today  is an off sort of day for you, Pisces, and this may lead you to some  irritability and even some temper tantrums if you are not careful.  This  off period has been set off by some issues in your romantic affairs,  and at first glance, it appears as if there is little or no reason  behind it.  The truth is you have made a decision some time ago that you  thought was the best for all parties involved, but it may be that you  are regretting this decision today.  Subconsciously your heart is  telling you something much differently  today and if you could turn back  the hands of time this aura of off energy can be reversed.  This is one  of those situations where you can reverse the error of your ways, but  the question is, do you have the courage to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhun or not sia.&lt;br /&gt;I plucked up the courage  already.&lt;br /&gt;New year, new change? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-3858812522428493363?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3858812522428493363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=3858812522428493363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3858812522428493363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3858812522428493363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-is-off-sort-of-day-for-you-pisces.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-6385673414348812825</id><published>2010-12-19T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:24:09.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;                              &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="status_star_16141875488489472" class="fav-action non-fav" title="favorite this tweet"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I love looking at the stars. It reminds me that there's so much more out there and there's something bigger than us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;At times if you don't know where you are going, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;or you found yourself going in circles, maybe you're cutting too many corners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;any road will still get you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;You need  to put the past behind, saddest aside, and forget everything you ever  felt, because what's in the past is really in the past. Cliche much but seriously, one's past would never be equals to the present or future unless YOU, YOURSELF, allow it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="actions"&gt;Sometimes, I wish I could go back to the time when nothing really mattered, and when happiness was natural.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Sometimes, I wish I could go back to the childhood time, when smiles didn't have to be faked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;                             &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;a id="status_star_15930878236557312" class="fav-action non-fav" title="favorite this tweet"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year made me learned to believe in myself &amp;amp; to be confident enough to know that I can conquer anything that I put my mind to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;                              &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;a id="status_star_15798887004508161" class="fav-action non-fav" title="favorite this tweet"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I've learned that, life is hard; earning money isn't easy. But relationships are harder and it takes work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Don’t rush into love. Don't rush into anything. Don't trust easily. Rushing is going to get yourself killed.&lt;br /&gt;Because even in fairytales, the happy ending takes place on the last page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the year already.&lt;br /&gt;Will there be any happy ending for me during the last day of this year? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-6385673414348812825?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6385673414348812825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=6385673414348812825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6385673414348812825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6385673414348812825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-looking-at-stars.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-2352701417873192120</id><published>2010-12-17T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T01:45:40.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had been enjoying my life.&lt;br /&gt;I love my work though it's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with lovely friends on my of days. What more can I expect for? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The truth hurts, but it doesn't kill. The lie pleases, but it doesn't heal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-my motto since sec 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2352701417873192120?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2352701417873192120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2352701417873192120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2352701417873192120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2352701417873192120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-had-been-enjoying-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-610988374705148428</id><published>2010-12-11T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:04:28.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You  have been going through a period of reflection, Pisces, and maybe even  some withdrawal when it comes to love.  If there is anything unnecessary  or outworn in your life, now is the time to pin point what that is and  accomplish some out with the old housekeeping tasks with romance.  You  may have been clinging to an unhealthy romantic experience that is  satisfying immediate needs and not progressing you anywhere in love.  If  you know the one that meets all of your needs, emotionally,  intellectually, physically, and romantically, why are you letting them  fall by the wayside.  You don't need someone else to feel complete, but  that someone else certainly does fill in a lot of blanks for you, so now  may be the time to seek them out once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why facebook keep telling me to seek the past?&lt;br /&gt;For what? Worth it? Why should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-610988374705148428?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/610988374705148428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=610988374705148428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/610988374705148428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/610988374705148428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-have-been-going-through-period-of.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-6654836291116933985</id><published>2010-12-07T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:49:07.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello diary,&lt;br /&gt;Opps. I know I forgot to update this space again for a while.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, I was busy all along!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Cause I've started working.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what's my first job of my life? I'm working @ topman! :)&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life did I actually thought of working @ this age because I'm too lazy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;But it kinda turn out to be so much better than expected! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, to me, I kinda didn't like the job.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the first few days we were helping out to set up the shop before the opening of the new outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring? Yes, very.&lt;br /&gt;However, I realised I kinda like this job! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Made a lot of friends with my colleagues. Seen all sorts of people(customers).&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, my manager is nice to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, my topman is located @ knight's bridge. It's the new mall in between paragon and heeren.&lt;br /&gt;So if you're hanging out @ town, wanna buy guy stuff, please feel free to come visit my outlet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday I attended my class chalet @ east coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss that place quite a bit y'know. Was a little nostalgic but I wasn't sad at all or emotional.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the beach with liping, thinking, time passes so fast yeah?&lt;br /&gt;This months I had been thinking. All along love doesn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone  says love hurts, but that isn't true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection  hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things  confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world  that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is  the only thing in this world that does not hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single life, single life. I'm single for 4months already I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that I don't have to feel that out of expressions feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of insecurity. Fear of losing. So mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it like everytime I try very hard to be perfect for my other partner but in the end it's all not appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact for now, I'm happy with my single life.&lt;br /&gt;用心浇灌的真爱 枯萎才明白.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda found my inner peace back already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-6654836291116933985?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6654836291116933985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=6654836291116933985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6654836291116933985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6654836291116933985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-diary-opps.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-1153433350990418921</id><published>2010-11-24T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:51:55.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我舍不得 可是时间回不去了&lt;br /&gt;至少你记忆里的我 是微笑的&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的 有你牵着我的那些日子&lt;br /&gt;真的好快乐&lt;br /&gt;爱你很值得 只是该停了&lt;br /&gt;没有我你要好好的&lt;br /&gt;我舍不得 最后一次抱紧你了&lt;br /&gt;我们错过的 错了就错了&lt;br /&gt;不用担心我 我走了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-1153433350990418921?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1153433350990418921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=1153433350990418921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1153433350990418921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1153433350990418921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-4206100356765352021</id><published>2010-11-23T08:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T08:19:10.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\Love is passion, obsession, and someone you can't live without./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was great last night. Will upload pictures soon when Sheila's back.&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-4206100356765352021?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4206100356765352021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=4206100356765352021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4206100356765352021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4206100356765352021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-is-passion-obsession-and-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-5357670737570244444</id><published>2010-11-20T00:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:11:37.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't it tiring? If it's not for you, I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of constantly changing for everyone and everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;I admit in the past I was afraid I wouldn't be accepted by people cause I had extreme low self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;But now it's different. I'm not gonna change for anyone, I don't care what people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I am me, and I'm be gonna proud of it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-5357670737570244444?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5357670737570244444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=5357670737570244444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5357670737570244444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5357670737570244444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/11/isnt-it-tiring-if-its-not-for-you-im.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-1695908574427890428</id><published>2010-11-19T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T20:50:00.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm still okay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've found something that I want. Wait shouldn't say found.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's been with me all along. Always around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Be happy not because everything's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Be happy because everything sucks but you are doing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-1695908574427890428?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1695908574427890428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=1695908574427890428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1695908574427890428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1695908574427890428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-in-all-im-still-okay-cause-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-5293835897062190137</id><published>2010-11-19T01:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:12:43.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of everyone. I mean everyone's life.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that my life seem so screwed up?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so inferior, like I feel like I'm beneath everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm fine, but I'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of pretending sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;You were my happiness. And you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Happily with someone else now. You left me for him.&lt;br /&gt;And though I'm not really sure, but it seems like it's same script different cast for you and him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you doted me. The way you cared for me. The way you made me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I took it for granted. I reflected and I realized, I wasn't a great boyfriend to you.&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda fucked up. But you cheated, so many times. So I guess maybe it's balanced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I ask myself,&lt;br /&gt;"Would I wanna be back together with you if there was this slightest possibility?"&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself no. Cause I would never ever get over the fact that you cheated.&lt;br /&gt;Not just once. You know it best.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, maybe I can get over that fact. Cause I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just forgiving towards you. Feels so... unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you call, missing someone of everything, but still can live without that person in a little struggle, love? What is your definition for love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I say, in the end, still, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was hard, though you are screwed up but.. I love you the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-5293835897062190137?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5293835897062190137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=5293835897062190137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5293835897062190137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5293835897062190137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-diary-im-jealous-of-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-2260400702920432759</id><published>2010-11-18T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T01:45:25.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"face it as in face it that you cant get over it.&lt;br /&gt;face it that you still love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not entirely true.&lt;br /&gt;It's just sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Do I call it love when I can live without him though I miss him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really, i guess?&lt;br /&gt;maybe missing someone can make you do such things.&lt;br /&gt;i think love is probably something like you're willing to do anything just for him to be happy and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;and willing to wait for as long as you can, although you know there's probably not a chance for you to go back to being with him.&lt;br /&gt;and willing to do stupid and embarrassing thing or even sth that will totally lose ur pride just for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes for the last 2 but no for the 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;im unable to do that too.&lt;br /&gt;but idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible for the 1st one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what we all say, love really can't be defined.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, maybe all these is just those Puppy love.&lt;br /&gt;and if we really love someone, we'll be able to do the first one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause we're the ones always getting pampered.&lt;br /&gt;That's why the 1st one is like hard for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har,&lt;br /&gt;yeah, most probably."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2260400702920432759?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2260400702920432759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2260400702920432759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2260400702920432759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2260400702920432759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/11/face-it-as-in-face-it-that-you-cant-get.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-6577427335205095069</id><published>2010-11-16T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:33:18.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided I should try to update this space everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Figured I should record down my everyday life. It would be worth reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my life for the past few months had been great and sad.&lt;br /&gt;My life was just revolving around my ex during April till August.&lt;br /&gt;Went through a lot of shit after that. But it's alright. I really learned my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't noticed, I'm not that type of person who will learn even if I've did the same mistake over and over again. But this time it's different. And I really mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is love my priority when it's not reliable? No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I just finished my olevel examinations and I guess the papers were alright.&lt;br /&gt;However, I fear I would score badly for my L1R4.&lt;br /&gt;And there I go wasting my future. Contradict much I know.&lt;br /&gt;I should have started studying earlier. But oh well, there's no undo button right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I want to lead my future to.&lt;br /&gt;In the earlier part of the year, I had a goal. My goal was to enter accountancy @ Ngee ann.&lt;br /&gt;But now, even if I score 10 points for L1R4, I don't think I would want to enter accountancy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so aimless. I want to know what I want but I don't know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I guess I'm just gonna work, work and work.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that day, "From today onwards, I'm not gonna sit there and wait for something to happen. I'm gonna do something to make it happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making myself happy is priority. Everything else does not matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-6577427335205095069?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6577427335205095069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=6577427335205095069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6577427335205095069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6577427335205095069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-decided-i-should-try-to-update-this.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-7949463334454096467</id><published>2010-11-14T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T17:34:48.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I don't think I'll update this space anymore. Or maybe when I'm really bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;What about follow me @ twitter? I update there every hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://twitter.com/daveloww"&gt;http://twitter.com/daveloww&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-7949463334454096467?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7949463334454096467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=7949463334454096467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7949463334454096467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7949463334454096467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-think-ill-update-this-space.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-1016035744951294586</id><published>2010-10-10T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:57:13.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olevels are drawing near. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN DO IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I tell myself. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-1016035744951294586?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1016035744951294586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=1016035744951294586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1016035744951294586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1016035744951294586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/10/olevels-are-drawing-near.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-1452158212687639821</id><published>2010-09-20T21:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:09:53.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Concentrate on this sentence&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;When God takes something from your grasp, he's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not a christian. I adapted this from adelind's text.&lt;br /&gt;But then the words above makes sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma is always around.&lt;br /&gt;I will be truthful and not pretentious like many.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I don't get back your love, I still love the people I love.. unconditionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-1452158212687639821?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1452158212687639821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=1452158212687639821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1452158212687639821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1452158212687639821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/09/concentrate-on-this-sentence.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-5852813448722448759</id><published>2010-09-16T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T01:19:17.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm right back on track. STUDY STUDY STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;But then at the same time, I'm like enjoying life to the fullest. Contradicting huh.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I hadn't been really studying. Olevels are approaching in one month's time!&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall please force myself to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn heartpain nowadays for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't wish to see my friends going through their problems alone now.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm always here for you if you need me. I will try my very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy and tired, but then I won't give up.&lt;br /&gt;Things come and go. But it isn't that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things comes in time, they're worth waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Sorry for this short post. I don't know how to type a proper post anymore. No feeling. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anyway did I mention I'm back to 55kg?! MAD HAPPY. Dream came true! Hehehe.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-5852813448722448759?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5852813448722448759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=5852813448722448759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5852813448722448759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5852813448722448759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-right-back-on-track.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-8386841354949244164</id><published>2010-09-01T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:17:35.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m not sure why my feelings for you were so strong. I’m only sure that I couldn’t deny them. Sometimes, I pretend that I told you how I felt and you said you felt the same way. The sad realization that you never will continues to break my heart. You have your own personal life now. I used to be part of it, but not anymore. It’s like a piece of paper. Tear a strip, burn it or destroy it to ashes and it can never be taped or glued back. Those words you said to me hurt every inch of my inner being. I still want to say so much to you, I miss you and what we used to be. Maybe it would hurt lesser or not at all, if I didn’t care. I really wanna be happy for you, but I don’t know how to begin with. What hurts the most, is that you weren’t supposed to hurt me, and you hurt me more than anybody else. Yeah, that fucking hurts. When someone leaves, we’re all like “Oh, we could have done more for them.” But that’s not true. We tried our best but it didn’t work. Maybe we all miss people because we still think we have a chance with them. But when it doesn’t hurt so much anymore, it becomes apparent that hope never was there. A million words and tears would not change anything and bring you back, I know because I tried and cried so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day you happened to start missing me, remember that I didn't walk away. &lt;br /&gt;You let me go. I gave in my all. It's not my loss, it's yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-8386841354949244164?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8386841354949244164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=8386841354949244164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/8386841354949244164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/8386841354949244164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-not-sure-why-my-feelings-for-you_05.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-6839718061433678638</id><published>2010-09-01T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:03:45.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If your relationship is not working - listen to your inner voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you look back at your life, at your previous relationships before they ended... and I’m talking about the relationships that didnt work out here...think back to how you were feeling and thinking when you were in that relationship – I bet you will admit that you knew (long before you actually broke up)... deep down inside yourself somewhere, that it wasnt going to work out. You had an inkling.... or gut feeling.... you just knew that the relationship wasnt right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people carry on in a relationship (that they know is not right for them) for a good while longer then they should... months... maybe even years... pretending they don’t feel that way... or hoping that they can make it work and fix things. But you know what... if you are feeling that way and hearing that little inner voice... that subconscious fountain of knowledge that is internally you.... telling you that the relationship is just not right... then you should listen. Its always better to get out of something thats not going to work in the long run – sooner rather then later. The longer you leave it... the harder and more difficult it becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the majority of relationships people have doubts at some point or another – so I’m not suggesting you pack up and rock out as soon as something rocks the boat a little. Relationships do need work.... thats for sure... but what I am saying is that you will know – your inner self and your subconscious intuition will undoubtly know, when you are in a relationship that is not for you and is past the point of being able to be “worked on”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do people wait so long before they make the final and correct decision for themselves when it comes to ending a relationship?! Well, lets be honest here... because ending a relationship isnt as easy as saying “see ya later!” When you’re a little bit older and have been with that certain person for a number of years perhaps... You could have a lot invested in the relationship. Material things, family, kids, money issues and living arrangements are just some of the things that could make someone feel they have to stay in a relationship that is dead as a dodo. There are also emotional issues, worrying about what other people will think? Or maybe, just maybe, you are afraid of being on your own?! The truth is that a lot of people find it easier to just plod along in their “not so great” relationship, then to build up the courage to end it and give themselves the opportunity to find an “oh so great” relationship.. (which might in fact be better for both people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about your relationship now. If you know... and I mean really KNOW that the relationship you are in now, is not right for you.... and just wont work in the future... Then get up the courage and do the right thing – not just for you – but for your partener as well. Holding onto them, waisting their time, is not fair either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had clients in the clinic who have stayed together only for the sake of the kids. They knew they didnt want to be together in a relationship – they weren’t in love anymore – yet still they stayed together becuase they thought it was the right thing to do for the children. Kids are very intuitive. They know when things are not right, especially between their partents. They can feel tension in a house and that can affect them in worse ways then a seperation can. Some children, in the long run, would probably be happier if their parents just seperated and let them get on with a new way of life, then to live in a house full of tension and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t have kids.... and you know in your gut that the relationship is not right, then why are you still together? Why bother dragging things out and making it harder in the long run? If your worried about what other people will think then you had better think long and hard about your life. This is your life. Nobody else’s. You have to do whats right for you... and if other people have an opinion on that – then so what.... let them! As far as we know – you only have one life... so make it a good one... live it the way you want – live it in a way that makes you happy. You dont want to be 92 years old and looking back at your life thinking you never did what you wanted to do – or what your little inner subconscious voice was telling you was right for you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day – its your decision how happy or miserable you are in your relationship. You have the choice to keep on being miserable... or do something about it – listen to your inner voice and it will know whats right for you! Change is scary – but if its the right thing for you in the long run – and your intuition knows that – then do it now rather then in 10 years time when you will have just been dragging things out for not only yourself – but others too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest with yourself and your partner and do the right thing for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live the life your intuition knows you should be living....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie Jane xx"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-6839718061433678638?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6839718061433678638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=6839718061433678638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6839718061433678638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6839718061433678638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-your-relationship-is-not-working.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-6430443002850569476</id><published>2010-08-06T00:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T01:20:54.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m not sure why my feelings for you were so strong. I’m only sure that I couldn’t deny them. Sometimes, I pretend that I told you how I felt and you said you felt the same way. The sad realization that you never will continues to break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm in the wrong. I messed up this time for sending you that text when we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're angry about that. And I wanna say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. 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I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm  sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.  I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm  sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.  I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm  sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.  I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm  sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you give me a chance? I love you. And no one has never let me feel that way before. Even ww. You know you mean so much more to me although it's just 3 months compared to 3 years?&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you even though it has been a week. Can you? Why do you seem so happy with your friends? I didn't occur in your mind before? Do you hate me so much?&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you like how I used to. I want you to love and care for me like how we used to.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hug me and never let go when we're sleeping. I want your goodnight kiss everytime when we're sleeping. I want you to bring me around anywhere in Singapore everytime. I want you to bring me to watch movie every weekend. I want you to come back to our usual hangout at batok and I want hug you and never let you go. I want a lot of things but?..&lt;br /&gt;I know you treat me the best. You won't hesitate to do so..&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy, like going mad, I'm going berserk every night. I cried and cried, but you don't know. Even if you knew, you told me to go cry myself. You don't treat me like that one..&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so cruel to me now? I want to call you baby every night and I want you to say sweet things with me.. Will anyone call you baby like the same way I do?&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your message everytime when my handphone lights up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was always you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I'm very desperate and I seem pathetic. But I'm like that simply because, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-6430443002850569476?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6430443002850569476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=6430443002850569476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6430443002850569476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6430443002850569476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-not-sure-why-my-feelings-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-2412699886120860991</id><published>2010-08-05T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T01:02:33.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You have your own personal life now. I used to be part of it, but  not anymore. It’s like a piece of paper. Tear a strip, burn it or  destroy it to ashes and it can never be taped or glued back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words you said to me hurt every inch of my inner being. I  still want to say so much to you, I miss you and what we used to be. But it's okay. I'm fine with it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone leaves,  we’re all like “Oh, we could have done more for  them.” But that’s not  true. We tried our best but it didn’t work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2412699886120860991?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2412699886120860991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2412699886120860991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2412699886120860991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2412699886120860991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-have-your-own-personal-life-now.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-6594627791491772099</id><published>2010-08-03T00:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:52:40.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="app42438882966_love_horoscope" style="display: block;font-size:12px;" fbcontext="71bb3caa1222" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You  are going through another of your infamous periods of withdrawal,  Pisces, and this may lend for some progress in the romance department.   You do enjoy the social limelight, but today even when you are with  others you may feel separate and alone. Seeing other couples may provide  you with twinges of nostalgia, or senses of missing someone with a  foreign connection.  Sadness and disappointments are part of life, but  you may be experiencing this with greater depth in this period.  You may  want to consider looking objectively at this relationship.  This is a  situation where it is not too late to change anything. Progress is  possible, if you leave things in the past and make a fresh start today,  you will find that someone else is just as willing to take your lead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Why don't I feel so? I need you. I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I want to see you. I want to hug you. I want to kiss you. I want to rant every single little thing to you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to pinch your cheeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, do you?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-6594627791491772099?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6594627791491772099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=6594627791491772099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6594627791491772099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6594627791491772099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-are-going-through-another-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-4508850993165387981</id><published>2010-08-01T14:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:55:52.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the beginning, I was playing hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle, I'm still not giving you my all.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I opened my heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm too reliant on you. I shouldn't have placed my happiness in your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you take your happiness, and put it in someone’s hands, sooner or later, she is going to break it. If you give your happiness to someone else, she can always take it away. Then if happiness can only come from inside of you and is the result of your love, you are responsible for your own happiness. We can never make anyone responsible for our own happiness, but when we go to the church to get married, the first thing we do is exchange rings. We put our star in each other’s hands, expecting that she is going to make you happy, and you are going to make her happy. It doesn’t matter how much you love someone, you are never going to be what that person wants you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the mistake most of us make right from the beginning. We base our happiness on our partner and it doesn’t work that way. We make all those promises that we cannot keep, and we set ourselves up to fail."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-4508850993165387981?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4508850993165387981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=4508850993165387981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4508850993165387981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4508850993165387981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-beginning-i-was-playing-hard-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-5295606140385975593</id><published>2010-07-28T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:46:52.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;New beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my prelim exams currently for this week and next week.&lt;br /&gt;I would try to post more often. So I can record down events and can look back during the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading my archives made me feel so nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh getting to reality, I've a video to share.&lt;br /&gt;The song's damn nice, damn sad and damn like me in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_24rckdBPI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_24rckdBPI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-5295606140385975593?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5295606140385975593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=5295606140385975593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5295606140385975593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5295606140385975593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-4525983471497899966</id><published>2010-06-19T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:43:40.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" border="3" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs582.snc3/30724_402526303187_557223187_4082573_8284960_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been very lazy.&lt;/em&gt; It's been a very long time ever since I last updated this space here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened during this few months.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really elaborate on what happened throughout this whole year.&lt;br /&gt;There are transformations all the time. Major ones. Small ones.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it y'know seriously. &lt;em&gt;Come, leave, come leave&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;. Life's been &lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt;. Life's been &lt;strong&gt;tiring&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolves around you, friends, volleyball and studies.&lt;br /&gt;Notice, studies was mentioned the last.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm still not setting my priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to study&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm left with just a few more months and it's the olevel examinations.&lt;br /&gt;I think 24hours a day is not enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have regrets; I don't want to go to a course I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;(or worse, go into ite?)&lt;br /&gt;My dad threatened that if I cannot even go into poly, he will enlist to NS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having issues with my parents. My dad esp.&lt;br /&gt;Been chased out of the house, nearly killed by glass but luckily my grams saved me.&lt;br /&gt;I felt fucking guilty for this. My grams love me a lot, she is the one who raised me up. She never fail to tolerate my nonsense, give in to me and she's forever nice to me no matter how bad I treat her.&lt;br /&gt;I love her too.&lt;br /&gt;But, I just have a fucked up attitude towards her sometimes. I don't know why. It became a habit I suppose. I don't want that. I wanna change. But I'm always not doing things which I say I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no motivation to study or as well to play volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;I always say I will study but it might be a 1 day or 2 day thing and after that I start to find lots of excuses.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lacking of self discipline. I hate it. I wanna do something about it. I keep saying I want to, but I'm always not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;I've developed such a lazy attitude that all I want is to enjoy myself and take as many shortcuts as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby, I know that this 2 months had been really bad.&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll pull through together no matter what. Don't give up when I did not okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many mixed up feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I have to juggle them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update again soon. Sorry for the messy rants. I'm rusty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-4525983471497899966?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4525983471497899966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=4525983471497899966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4525983471497899966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4525983471497899966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/06/been-very-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-5091327101795202310</id><published>2010-05-12T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:36:01.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" height="275" src="http://www.formspring.me/widget/view/daveloww?&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23000000&amp;amp;fgcolor=skyblue" frameborder="0" width="180" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/daveloww"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/daveloww&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I've just created formspring. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ask me anything. 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My blog is dead. My blog is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I feel so restless. I feel so aimless.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study. I have to tell myself to do so. I really don't want to reget and waste my time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so weird today. I have a lot of things I wanna accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend all my time with you, I wanna go overseas with you:), I wanna watch a lot of movies, I wanna go sentosa, I wanna go sing k, I wanna go pub and club, I wanna go star gazing, I wanna go gymming, I wanna buy a lot of things, I wanna study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're the one who can make me smile everyday?&lt;br /&gt;I know you dote on me the most.. You're very important to me y'know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-6519597015070185424?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6519597015070185424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=6519597015070185424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6519597015070185424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6519597015070185424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-5005387145638461538</id><published>2010-04-13T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:57:37.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes when you feel like you're at your highest peak, but don't know why one single mistake you've done can cause everything to tumble down.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was all mistakes in the beginning, I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only dare to say that I love 1 person in my life before.&lt;br /&gt;And it was you ever since 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Been through a lot, I have felt every single emotion that a human can feel, on you.&lt;br /&gt;3 years till now, I can't deny I still think of you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;But, everything's the past right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you, there are so many potentials to fulfill what I want, a long-term relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, every single one of them is great, but when everytime my feelings are starting to go deeper, I always cut myself off from them.&lt;br /&gt;I've phobia. I don't wanna feel all those unwanted emotions in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I hate them seriously. It killed me deeply in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be a fool over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly changing. I really don't like that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't even assure me,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna give in my all to you and in the end history will repeat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-5005387145638461538?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5005387145638461538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=5005387145638461538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5005387145638461538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5005387145638461538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-when-you-feel-like-youre-at.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-4962342373655763295</id><published>2010-03-26T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:43:14.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you argue with him, you're hard-headed.&lt;br /&gt;If you're quiet, he don't care.&lt;br /&gt;If you call him, you're too clingy crazy.&lt;br /&gt;If he calls you, he says you should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't love him, he'll try to win your heart. When you do love him, he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't fuck him, you're a tease. If you do, you're easy.&lt;br /&gt;You tell him your problems, he says you're irritating. If you don't, he says you don't trust him.&lt;br /&gt;If you lecture him, you just want to argue. If he lectures you, it's because he 'cares'.&lt;br /&gt;If you break a promise, he doesn't trust you anymore. If he breaks it, it's because he 'had' to.&lt;br /&gt;If you cheat, he expects it to be over. If he cheats, he wants another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're basically the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys drink to forget about girls; girls drink to think back about the guy.&lt;br /&gt;When guys are in love they become poor; When girls are in love they come pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Guys can forget, but can't forgive; Girls can forgive but can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;When guys are heartbroken, they try to forget about the girl by going out with another girl.&lt;br /&gt;When girls are heartbroken, they try to find his characterisitics in another guy.&lt;br /&gt;Guys wish to be her 1st love, Girls wish to be his last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't all of the above sound true to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tingfong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-4962342373655763295?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4962342373655763295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=4962342373655763295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4962342373655763295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4962342373655763295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-argue-with-him-youre-hard-headed.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-2734264388164694994</id><published>2010-03-14T16:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:48:53.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You disappoint me a lot. Even though you're not the only one I'm disappointed with, but you disappoint me the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2734264388164694994?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2734264388164694994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2734264388164694994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2734264388164694994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2734264388164694994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-1182794221301813462</id><published>2010-02-11T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:50:02.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;New year's gonna be here in 3 days time.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I'm going genting. (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;EWWWWWWWWWW. I want red packets lahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go shopping shopping shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. After so long that I didn't blog, I don't know how to blog.&lt;br /&gt;My command of english really sucks. I think I should blog more often to improve myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I wish everyone a Happy Chinese New Year. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-1182794221301813462?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1182794221301813462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=1182794221301813462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1182794221301813462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1182794221301813462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-years-gonna-be-here-in-3-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-7908641371659201108</id><published>2010-01-17T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:08:43.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANDOM RANTINGS&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapting back to school life. But I just can't sleep before 12am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that I'm starting to do homework, pay attention in class no matter how tired I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already starting revision for last year's topics and I will stay focused.&lt;br /&gt;My target is to get 10 points or below for L1R4.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get into Ngee Ann's accountancy course.&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can do it if I work hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;I will prove to people that I'm not stupid and I don't wanna waste my time and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wished that our team didn't disband.&lt;br /&gt;I regret, because I didn't train harder to meet my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I've never accomplish any goal I set for myself.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, everything's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything would be getting better or just stay the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not greedy, I don't ask for much.&lt;br /&gt;I just want my loved ones to be by my side and I'm contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times and bad times for this 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I will try my best to work things out and be happy even though how bad the situation is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only 4 things that I look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;Baby, friends, volleyball &amp;amp; studies.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-7908641371659201108?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7908641371659201108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=7908641371659201108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7908641371659201108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7908641371659201108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-will-update-soon-wait-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-8274293687381988592</id><published>2010-01-01T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:58:59.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hadn't been updating much.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm gonna change my blog into something new soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy new year&lt;/span&gt; by the way. I just wish to be happy and study hard to have good results.&lt;br /&gt;Love everyone who made me smile the whole year, esp my friends.&lt;br /&gt;So much has been gained and lost. Good things and bad things. Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Broken friendships, I wanna mend you.&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball, I wanna do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;Olevels, my aim is 10 points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy as long as you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to type. No motivation and inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;Twitter soon? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-8274293687381988592?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8274293687381988592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=8274293687381988592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/8274293687381988592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/8274293687381988592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hadnt-been-updating-much.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-5535610746491238089</id><published>2009-12-24T03:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T04:47:42.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy and I appreciate everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for everyone's(including myself) happiness for Christmas:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-5535610746491238089?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5535610746491238089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=5535610746491238089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5535610746491238089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5535610746491238089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-2397287464300189629</id><published>2009-12-13T04:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T05:08:45.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were those days that as much you want to ignore the feeling you get when you see his  smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you just can't&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice but falling in love with you I had&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no control over&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;If you asked me how many times you have crossed my mind, I would say once, because you       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never really left&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If someone belongs to you, no matter what, eventually he will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been happy and with laughters this few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I shan't be greedy. I don't ask for much:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings by thinking of those whom you love.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2397287464300189629?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2397287464300189629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2397287464300189629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2397287464300189629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2397287464300189629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-were-those-days-that-as-much-you.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-2271542520066568653</id><published>2009-12-09T02:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:19:42.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/Sx6i4KdWlVI/AAAAAAAAAlk/8eszWV9GRiI/s400/16264_192841763529_741268529_2958944_2642838_ns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412942887909758290" border="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid faces. That's what friends are for! &lt;img src="http://cbox.ws/smilies/3/biggrin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live our lives we want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self: &lt;/span&gt;Focus. Work hard. Appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;Don't regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2271542520066568653?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2271542520066568653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2271542520066568653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2271542520066568653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2271542520066568653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/12/stupid-faces.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/Sx6i4KdWlVI/AAAAAAAAAlk/8eszWV9GRiI/s72-c/16264_192841763529_741268529_2958944_2642838_ns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25649859.post-1536206706410201605</id><published>2009-12-06T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:14:08.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read a story from the beginning of the year and saved it in my drafts.&lt;br /&gt;I find the contents true. So here's to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The mastery of love&lt;/span&gt;, written by Don Miguel Ruiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a man who didn’t believe in love. This was an ordinary man just like you and me, but what made this man special was his way of thinking: He thought love doesn’t exist. Of course, he had a lot of experience trying to find love, and he observed the people around him. Much of his life had been spent searching for love, only to find that love didn’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever this man went, he would tell people of his thoughts and opinions on love. This man was highly intelligent, and he was very convincing. What he said was the love is just like a drug; it makes you very high, but it creates a strong need. You can become highly addicted to love, but what happens when you don’t receive your daily doses of love? Just like a drug, you need your everyday doses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to say that most relationships between lovers are just like a relationship between a drug addict and the one who provides the drugs. The one who has the biggest need is like the drug addict; the one who has a little need is like the provider. The one who has the little need is the one who controls the whole relationship. You can see this dynamic so clearly because usually in every relationship there is one who loves the most and the other who doesn’t love as much. You can see the way they manipulate each other, their actions and reactions, and they are just like the provider and the drug addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drug addict, the one who has the biggest need, lives in constant fear that perhaps he will not be able to get the next dosage of love, or the drug. The drug addict thinks, “What am I going to do if she leaves me?” That fear makes the drug addict very possessive. “That’s mine!” The addict becomes jealous and demanding, because the fear of not having the next dosage. The provider can control and manipulate the one who needs the drug by giving more doses, fewer doses, or no doses at all. The one who has the biggest need completely surrenders and will whatever he can to avoid being abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man went on explaining to everyone why love doesn’t exist, and how what humans call ‘love’ is nothing but a fear relationship based on control. So many promises are made to each other: to live together forever, to love and respect each other, through the good times and the bad times but after marriage, you can see that none of these promises are kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you find is a war of control to see who will manipulate whom. Who will be the provider? And who will have the addiction. You find that a few months later, the respect that they swear to have for each other is gone. You can see the resentment, the emotional poison, how they hurt each other, little by little, and it grows and grows, until they don’t know when the love stops. They stay together because they are afraid to be alone, afraid of the opinions and judgments of others, and also afraid of their judgments and opinions. But where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man went on and on about all the reasons why he believed love doesn’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one day this man was walking in a park, and there on a bench was a beautiful lady who was crying. When he saw her crying, felt curiosity. Sitting beside her, he asked if he could help her. He asked why she was crying. You can imagine his surprise when she told him she was crying because love doesn’t exist. “This is amazing—a woman who believes that love doesn’t exist!” Of course he wanted to know more about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked her why she felt that love doesn’t exist and she told him about her marriage and how she and her husband had both lost respect for each other. She told him about how they hurt each other, and at a certain point she discovered that she didn’t love him and that he didn’t love her either. ‘But the children need a father, and that was my excuse to stay and to do whatever I could to support him. Now the children are grown up and they have left. I no longer have any excuse to stay with him….There is no sense to look around for something that doesn’t exist. That is why I am crying.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand her very well, he embraced her and said, you are right; love doesn’t exist. We look for love, we open our heart and we become vulnerable, just to find selfishness. That hurts us even if we don’t think we will be hurt. It doesn’t matter how many relationships we have; the same thing happens again and again. Why even search for love any longer?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so much alike, and they became the best friends ever. It was a wonderful relationship. They respected each other, and they never put each other down. With every step they took together, they were happy. There was no envy or jealousy, there was no control, and there was no possessiveness. The relationship kept growing and growing. They loved to be together, because when they were together, they had a lot of fun. When they were not together, they missed each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when the man was out of town, he had the weirdest idea. He was thinking, ‘Hmm, maybe what I feel for her is love. But this is so different from what I have ever felt before. It’s not what the poets say it is, it’s not what religion says it is, because I am not responsible for her. I don’t take anything from her; I don’t have the need for her to take care of me; I don’t need to blame her for my difficulties or to take my dramas to her. We have the best time together; we enjoy each other. I respect the way she thinks, the way she feels. She doesn’t embarrass me; she doesn’t bother me at all. I don’t feel jealous when she’s with other people; I don’t feel envy when she is successful. Perhaps love does exist, but it’s not what everyone thinks love is.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could hardly wait to go back home and talk to her, to let her know about his weird idea. As soon as he started talking, she knew exactly what he was talking about. She felt the same way. They decided to become lovers and to live together, and it was amazing that things didn’t change. They still respected each other, they were still supportive of each other, and the love grew more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man’s heart was so full with all the love he felt that one night a great miracle happened. He was looking at the stars and he found the most beautiful one, and his love was so big that the star started coming down from the sky and soon that star was in his hands. Then a second miracle happened, and his soul merged with that star. He was intensely happy, and he could hardly wait to go to the woman and put that start in her hands to prove his love for her. As soon as he put the star in her hands, she felt a moment of doubt. This love was overwhelming, and in that moment, the star fell from her hands and broke in a million of little pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there is an old man walking around the world swearing that love doesn’t exist. And there is a beautiful old woman at home waiting for a man, shedding a tear for a paradise that once she had in her hands, but for one moment of doubt, she let it go. This is the story about the man who didn’t believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who made the mistake? Do you want to guess what went wrong? The mistake was on the man’s part in thinking he could give the woman his happiness. The star was his happiness, and his mistake was to put his happiness in her hands. Happiness never comes from outside of us. He was happy because of the love coming out of him; she was happy because of the love coming out of her. But as soon as he made her responsible for his happiness, she broke the star because she could not be responsible for his happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much the woman loved him, she could never make him happy because she could never know what he had in his mind. She could never know what his expectations were, because she could not know his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take your happiness, and put it in someone’s hands, sooner or later, she is going to break it. If you give your happiness to someone else, she can always take it away. Then if happiness can only come from inside of you and is the result of your love, you are responsible for your own happiness. We can never make anyone responsible for our own happiness, but when we go to the church to get married, the first thing we do is exchange rings. We put our star in each other’s hands, expecting that she is going to make you happy, and you are going to make her happy. It doesn’t matter how much you love someone, you are never going to be what that person wants you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the mistake most of us make right from the beginning. We base our happiness on our partner and it doesn’t work that way. We make all those promises that we cannot keep, and we set ourselves up to fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-1536206706410201605?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1536206706410201605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=1536206706410201605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1536206706410201605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1536206706410201605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-read-story-from-beginning-of-year-and.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-3510309189561644755</id><published>2009-12-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:27:56.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna improve in volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;I will do everything I can to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;No more giving up halfway. I must always find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym gym gym, train train train.&lt;br /&gt;Study study study, shop shop shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;MY PLANS FOR THE WHOLE YEAR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To succeed...&lt;br /&gt;I need to find something to hold on to, something to motivate me, something to inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;You had been always my motivation although you might not care.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder do you think of me when you're doing your stuffs? For me, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Is it that I'm too used to it or it's not the same anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what shall I do on Christmas night???&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just us both stargazing, will you be there with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life suxxxxxxx lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-3510309189561644755?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3510309189561644755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=3510309189561644755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3510309189561644755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3510309189561644755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna-improve-in-volleyball.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-6912267150611607825</id><published>2009-11-30T16:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:47:59.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had been thinking the whole night&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that everyone is fucked up when it comes to relationships, marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think nowadays, a lot of couples are unhappy in their marriage?&lt;br /&gt;And the worst of all situations, divorce is always a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for staying in a marriage or getting married:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a pity&lt;/span&gt; to break up because my relationship lasted for a year or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I promised&lt;/span&gt; that I have to be committed so I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Responsibility&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt; before marriage and you got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;. I've to marry you because I've to be responsible over my actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to stay in this marriage because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want my kids to have a broken family&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are married and the reason is because of this or that but not love.&lt;br /&gt;After looking at the above examples, don't you feel that no love is involved in a lot of marriages anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband having an affair outside because he's sick and tired of his wife or she can't satisfy him?&lt;br /&gt;Bullshits isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex sex sex sex. Don't people get tired of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things just happen.&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know why but you would just make excuses to defend for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;But in actual fact, you do not have to care about what others say.&lt;br /&gt;Just accept reality and own up to what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's like a rare event or a miracle that 2 people are having feelings for one another at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;Oftentimes, a lot of people just don't appreciate until they have lost it.&lt;br /&gt;By then, isn't it too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is marriage three parts love and seven parts forgiveness of sins?&lt;br /&gt;To me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marriage is Passion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It never dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-6912267150611607825?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6912267150611607825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=6912267150611607825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6912267150611607825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6912267150611607825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-been-thinking-whole-night-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-2608964487074690593</id><published>2009-11-28T12:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:03:07.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I had been stoning and retyping this post.&lt;br /&gt;What to do? What to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been wondering. What is my purpose of my secondary school life?&lt;br /&gt;你知道我在想你吗?..&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball &amp;amp; you, where are both of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just not good enough for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;Never once good enough, no matter how hard I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always, no answer.&lt;br /&gt;Just do the best that I can.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2608964487074690593?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2608964487074690593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2608964487074690593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2608964487074690593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2608964487074690593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-been-stoning-and-retyping-this.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-4543041205151323444</id><published>2009-11-22T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:26:36.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only 1 question I wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;What am I to you, in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-4543041205151323444?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4543041205151323444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=4543041205151323444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4543041205151323444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4543041205151323444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-is-only-1-question-i-wanna-know.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-1131423479849318209</id><published>2009-11-16T03:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:25:08.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was browsing through pictures, messages &amp;amp; blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;And I realised, I miss a lot of people and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we don't see and understand what's wrong until you've lost it.&lt;br /&gt;And by then you will regret that you didn't appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to those relationship and friendships that were so strong previously?&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone remember those happy moments that we had?&lt;br /&gt;Where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're still in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-1131423479849318209?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1131423479849318209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=1131423479849318209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1131423479849318209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1131423479849318209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-browsing-through-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-4781985313573610235</id><published>2009-11-11T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:57:51.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Eros&lt;/strong&gt; is passionate, physical, lustful love—the kind that gives you butterflies in your stomach and a tingling in certain other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pragma&lt;/strong&gt; is a practical love. People who conceive of love this way are pragmatic when looking for a partner. They choose their mate based on rational decisions about whom they fit best with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banquet&lt;/strong&gt; is love that expresses itself through altruism, or making sacrifices for another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mania &lt;/strong&gt;is an obsessive love that, while intimate and intense, often includes jealousy, possessiveness and a lack of communication. Maniacal love can lead to domestic violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ludus&lt;/strong&gt; is love that’s a game. A Ludic lover wants to have fun, but doesn’t necessarily want a serious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Storge&lt;/strong&gt; is friendship-based love. A Storge lover wants a companion who shares her likes and dislikes and who can form a long relationship based on closeness, trust, security and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want, now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-4781985313573610235?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4781985313573610235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=4781985313573610235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4781985313573610235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4781985313573610235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/11/eros-is-passionate-physical-lustful.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-2743550842389882637</id><published>2009-11-09T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:04:16.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope is your word today -- hope for what you can't anticipate and can't control. As the saying goes, when one window closes, another one opens. In other words, just because something is ending doesn't mean something new isn't getting started. It may be right around the corner -- or it may be quite a spell down the road. Regardless, something is coming in your future and it will make you glad you took the journey to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May everything in life be better. Bless everyone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2743550842389882637?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2743550842389882637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2743550842389882637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2743550842389882637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2743550842389882637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/11/hope-is-your-word-today-hope-for-what.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-2193252940065265609</id><published>2009-10-31T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:03:07.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's celebrating halloween tonight. Clubbing everywhere, night safari and sentosa?&lt;br /&gt;It's feels so not forced-festive for the first time for me but all my plans are canceled.&lt;br /&gt;Only thing missing is you and money.&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing here at home all day.&lt;br /&gt;This month totally sucks. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck yourself away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2193252940065265609?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2193252940065265609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2193252940065265609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2193252940065265609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2193252940065265609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyones-celebrating-halloween-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-7677356367302129821</id><published>2009-10-23T16:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:39:16.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SuFv8cPu4EI/AAAAAAAAAlc/4kMWQVzEGvE/s400/6568_131003867920_26767572920_2539700_6259901_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395716912731578434" border="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy for 2 to spark with one another and be together.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want for me &amp;amp; you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-7677356367302129821?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7677356367302129821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=7677356367302129821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7677356367302129821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7677356367302129821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-what-i-want-for-me-you.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SuFv8cPu4EI/AAAAAAAAAlc/4kMWQVzEGvE/s72-c/6568_131003867920_26767572920_2539700_6259901_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25649859.post-4034746605156735437</id><published>2009-10-22T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:45:43.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'm not feeling very right now.&lt;br /&gt;It's been tough all along. Nothing has been easy.&lt;br /&gt;Do we have to sacrifice one thing for another?&lt;br /&gt;And you fucker relationship breaker, I haven't got over what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna end up at square 1 again.&lt;br /&gt;Start anew, afresh.&lt;br /&gt;I meant what I said to you on tuesday night and I hope you meant yours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I might be having doubts with everything, but I still chose to trust you.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the only one who keeps me going.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;don't play with me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-4034746605156735437?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4034746605156735437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=4034746605156735437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4034746605156735437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/4034746605156735437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-not-feeling-very-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-3157734182381423424</id><published>2009-10-17T14:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:47:49.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/Stl0ZrM30xI/AAAAAAAAAlM/63jyJXoY6Fs/s400/DSC01649s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393470013195146002" border="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't been updating for a very long time, due to the same old reason.&lt;br /&gt;Feel so disconnected with everyone and everything, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;End-year examinations are finally over but there's nothing to celebrate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I must tell myself to base this decision on my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I miss east coast. Anyone wanna go east coast with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/StlzAz7YNhI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Dee97Yur-Ys/s400/SDC10334B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393468486529332754" border="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya around.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-3157734182381423424?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3157734182381423424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=3157734182381423424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3157734182381423424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3157734182381423424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/10/hadnt-been-updating-for-very-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/Stl0ZrM30xI/AAAAAAAAAlM/63jyJXoY6Fs/s72-c/DSC01649s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25649859.post-2738802165069638596</id><published>2009-09-17T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:59:23.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiii everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I had been fine lately.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be updating this blog very often unless someone gets me a laptop. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't have both, you have to sacrifice one."&lt;br /&gt;How hurting was that? But I'm used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Things will be better and the best, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 different things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;See ya around :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2738802165069638596?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2738802165069638596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2738802165069638596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2738802165069638596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2738802165069638596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/09/hiii-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-175180911425999499</id><published>2009-08-30T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:41:52.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faOHR2tEso4/SpgfzHeHohI/AAAAAAAAATs/hiw0qBXfyvc/s320/Image3240.jpgkjkj.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update a proper post soon.&lt;br /&gt;Like what I always say, be happy in everything you do everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my dearest Jiaqi&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-175180911425999499?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/175180911425999499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=175180911425999499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/175180911425999499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/175180911425999499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-will-update-proper-post-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faOHR2tEso4/SpgfzHeHohI/AAAAAAAAATs/hiw0qBXfyvc/s72-c/Image3240.jpgkjkj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25649859.post-3327463561854677176</id><published>2009-08-25T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:03:57.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Been 2 weeks since I last updated.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have access at my house and I don't really bother anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much time left and I'm lazy, so I guess some pictures would do the talking instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SpOnrdvocnI/AAAAAAAAAk0/pEV3CNAlkxY/s400/Image26098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373823145543758450" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SpOnq2c4TYI/AAAAAAAAAks/Js8lDgv07Yg/s400/Image26056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373823134996123010" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SpOnqT7-j5I/AAAAAAAAAkk/L2l6E49OX3M/s400/boys1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373823125731315602" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SpOnpnfUTwI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CS83pmfmZmo/s400/Image2886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373823113799945986" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SpOnpR7uOUI/AAAAAAAAAkU/d78vTAJ2W0A/s400/Image2880haha1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373823108013504834" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being happy is priority and nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;See ya around soon:)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-3327463561854677176?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3327463561854677176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=3327463561854677176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3327463561854677176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3327463561854677176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/08/been-2-weeks-since-i-last-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SpOnrdvocnI/AAAAAAAAAk0/pEV3CNAlkxY/s72-c/Image26098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25649859.post-2050401149685458616</id><published>2009-08-11T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:05:15.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SoEzuABqwGI/AAAAAAAAAkM/8VAgDKFIVKk/s320/P08-08-09_16.40.jpg" border="4" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368629096176336994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labels or love?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was well spent with sushi teh and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I want the blue gucci lanyard, anyone wants to buy it for me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been very slacky lately.&lt;br /&gt;Majority of the lessons were free periods.&lt;br /&gt;This week feels pretty fast to me somehow, though it's just Tuesday only.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've officially moved back to BukitBatok already.&lt;br /&gt;So that means I've to wake up earlier for school and travel further distances to meet friends.&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is, I get the chance to renovate my room and I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last played volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;Going to lamsoon soon and that makes me a happy boy. Hahaha:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is not a lie. I'm trying to believe in it but at the same time I don't want to because I'm afraid it might not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss everything, I miss you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm not sure&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2050401149685458616?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2050401149685458616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2050401149685458616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2050401149685458616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2050401149685458616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/08/labels-or-love-weekend-was-well-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SoEzuABqwGI/AAAAAAAAAkM/8VAgDKFIVKk/s72-c/P08-08-09_16.40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25649859.post-5319321124852081981</id><published>2009-08-07T23:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:14:32.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SnxtEZybAQI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mMEKrWF8vs0/s400/5494_104812000487_711140487_2215931_1265649_n.jpg" border="5" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367284778328064258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The period of time when Ms Kom cut my fringe bangs&lt;/em&gt;! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I hadn't been having enough sleep for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;My gastric pains are the cause of it.&lt;br /&gt;And for no reason, I skipped dinner twice during yesterday and today without knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's something wrong with me! :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the above problems, I didn't visit the gym at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stop to procrastinate&lt;/strong&gt;! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a happy note, I might be going to see the fireworks for the NDP with Kelvin hippopotamus on sunday. Yayyyyyyyy! &lt;br /&gt;Fireworks and stars never fail to plant a smile on my face. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I last saw one. I guess the last time was at last year's countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to decorate my room with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to take picture with me? :D&lt;br /&gt;(Sheila grams and Kelvin hippo, I know both of you want to take neoprint with me! Hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post, &lt;em&gt;sensodyne toothpaste commercial&lt;/em&gt;. Heeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-5319321124852081981?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5319321124852081981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=5319321124852081981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5319321124852081981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5319321124852081981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/08/period-of-time-when-ms-kom-cut-my.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SnxtEZybAQI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mMEKrWF8vs0/s72-c/5494_104812000487_711140487_2215931_1265649_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25649859.post-8414038676805795190</id><published>2009-08-04T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:48:55.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SngKkiXTnnI/AAAAAAAAAjs/LHRIy8ve6IY/s400/5610_1169369123928_1518981117_440210_6606455_d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366050578828074610" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was fine.&lt;br /&gt;I am revamping my room and I'm done with painting and buying some furniture.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering whether I should buy a sofa bed or not.&lt;br /&gt;I want a dog again. I promise I will spend time with it and not neglect it like last year.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think my father would allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this week, I didn't attend school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Had a haircut yesterday as well. Don't really like it though because it became very short.&lt;br /&gt;I really have to go gym at least twice this week because I only went once last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the weekends to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong, stayover, shopping and ktv! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss star gazing. I miss watching the fireworks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-8414038676805795190?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8414038676805795190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=8414038676805795190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/8414038676805795190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/8414038676805795190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-weekend-was-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SngKkiXTnnI/AAAAAAAAAjs/LHRIy8ve6IY/s72-c/5610_1169369123928_1518981117_440210_6606455_d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25649859.post-1339078945560138491</id><published>2009-07-30T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:20:23.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Take things slowly?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to delay it any further or else it's going to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a lot of things which I can't accept last time, but yes for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are such a disappointment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-1339078945560138491?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1339078945560138491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=1339078945560138491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1339078945560138491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1339078945560138491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-things-slowly-i-dont-know-what-to.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-8931839101237505506</id><published>2009-07-27T22:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:44:07.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/Sm3QYje-7MI/AAAAAAAAAjk/1pVHFCogaow/s400/5610_1169370123953_1518981117_440234_6325789_d.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363171851528760514" border="4" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time attending my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; CCA today and I was bitching throughout all the time so it was not bad afterall? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't visit gym at least once at all last week and I'm going to make up for it this week.&lt;br /&gt;Been very shagged this few days. I guess it's due to lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I am having irritating ulcers in my mouth and they hurt very much!&lt;br /&gt;My throat, lips and body feels so warm and dry.. I don't want to fall sick eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to save money from today onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%; background-color:white;"  &gt;SELF DISCIPLINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana; font-size:130%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will work hard to achieve my goals.&lt;br /&gt;I must jumpppppppppppppppppppppppp!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Today's horoscope sayings&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy isn't something that comes easily to you. At least not now that you've had time to tuck a couple of years under your belt and learn how fickle some people can be. There's someone in your life at the moment, however, who seems not just sincere, but also legitimately interested in you. At this point, you can trust your own judgment and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want history to repeat so I guess this time everything would be in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am never beaten, broken not defeated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why don't I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walk away&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-8931839101237505506?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8931839101237505506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=8931839101237505506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/8931839101237505506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/8931839101237505506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/todays-horoscope-sayings-intimacy-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/Sm3QYje-7MI/AAAAAAAAAjk/1pVHFCogaow/s72-c/5610_1169370123953_1518981117_440234_6325789_d.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25649859.post-8532108953933480015</id><published>2009-07-26T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:45:56.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Buy me something below and I will love you very much :)&lt;br /&gt;I want a custom Oakley sunglasses(Radar®) and a Burberry black label Croquet Denim Wallet (3BKL-ACC-14) too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 416px" alt="" src="http://regmedia.co.uk/2007/01/05/sony_c2_1.jpg" border="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 327px" alt="" src="http://img.game.co.uk/ml/3/4/2/1/342172ps_500h.jpg" border="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://cdn.cbsi.com.au/story_media/339294887/Canon-IXUS-110_1.jpg" border="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 550px" alt="" src="http://www.fredperry.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/1/460x550/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/j/4/j4229_102_1.jpg" border="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 550px" alt="" src="http://www.fredperry.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/1/460x550/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/m/4/m4239_146_1.jpg" border="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 550px" alt="" src="http://www.fredperry.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/1/460x550/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/m/3/m3341_102_1.jpg" border="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 550px" alt="" src="http://www.fredperry.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/1/460x550/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/b/3/b3013_100_1.jpg" border="4" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-8532108953933480015?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8532108953933480015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=8532108953933480015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/8532108953933480015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/8532108953933480015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/buy-me-something-below-and-i-will-love.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-5409269433605384468</id><published>2009-07-26T01:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:49:11.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to sentosa today with Sheila and Jolene.&lt;br /&gt;Beach volleyball and then town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing day, I suppose? I kinda enjoyed today.&lt;br /&gt;I love carefree days like this. Days when I have nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;Slacking,eating, talking and gossiping with Sheila at anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be better than all of this above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong with Danhui and Sheila tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully volleyball before that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;No worries. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-5409269433605384468?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5409269433605384468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=5409269433605384468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5409269433605384468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5409269433605384468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-went-to-sentosa-today-with-sheila-and.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-9115305251147206078</id><published>2009-07-23T15:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:08:53.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SmgSv-_Q7XI/AAAAAAAAAjU/lH5V21hekYc/s400/SDC10334B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361555971956075890" border="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago picture. At east coast chalet during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I WANNA GO SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been resting at home since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Been down with gastric flu and a little of sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Vomited more than 5 times yesterday to the extend that I was vomiting my digestive juices.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop feeling naussey until now.&lt;br /&gt;But good that I'm feeling so much better compared to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed out a lot of lessons and there is a chemistry test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me chemical calculations, will you? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-9115305251147206078?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/9115305251147206078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=9115305251147206078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/9115305251147206078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/9115305251147206078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-ago-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SmgSv-_Q7XI/AAAAAAAAAjU/lH5V21hekYc/s72-c/SDC10334B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25649859.post-7364685116263242940</id><published>2009-07-21T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:41:42.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SmVvM80yFfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/XUhVYXwDVOE/s400/P16-07-09_11.55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360813199731070450" border="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy in school on friday. And you know why?&lt;br /&gt;Spot something in the picture that would always make my happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seeing anyone happy makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seeing you happy makes me happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It feels so heart warming to see people so contented with their own lifes with their loved ones&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-7364685116263242940?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7364685116263242940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=7364685116263242940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7364685116263242940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7364685116263242940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-happy-in-school-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SmVvM80yFfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/XUhVYXwDVOE/s72-c/P16-07-09_11.55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25649859.post-2309734032367751044</id><published>2009-07-20T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:39:20.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SmSaFJU81vI/AAAAAAAAAjE/LWDpxW9EfTQ/s400/DSC03191s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360578869671548658" border="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection of Xiaohui my dearest&amp;amp;irritating girl with myself.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends were fine.&lt;br /&gt;It's just lacking of sleep. I'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared too actually. I think I need to be mentally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is gonna be busy I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Projects, tests and homework &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm figuring how to balance gym and volleyball with them!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched Ice age 3 with my classmates today.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very funny and cute show. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of things I wanna buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone wanna sponsor me at least a fred perry tee&lt;/span&gt;? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2309734032367751044?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2309734032367751044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2309734032367751044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2309734032367751044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2309734032367751044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflection-of-xiaohui-my-dearest-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SmSaFJU81vI/AAAAAAAAAjE/LWDpxW9EfTQ/s72-c/DSC03191s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25649859.post-2099154508484629639</id><published>2009-07-20T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:27:15.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Your view on yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The seriousness of your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Your views on education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The right job for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;How do you view success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;What are you most afraid of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Who is your true self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True enough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2099154508484629639?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2099154508484629639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2099154508484629639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2099154508484629639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2099154508484629639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-view-on-yourself-you-are-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-2648541506614513317</id><published>2009-07-16T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:02:12.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of  battle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sharp tongue can cut your own throat.&lt;br /&gt;If you want your dreams to come true, you mustn't oversleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important.&lt;br /&gt;The best vitamin for making friends..... B1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;The heaviest thing you can carry is a grudge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can give and still keep...is your word.&lt;br /&gt;You lie the loudest when you lie to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lack the courage to start, you have already finished.&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can't recycle is wasted time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas won't work unless 'you' do.&lt;br /&gt;Your  mind is like a parachute...it functions only when open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10 commandments are not a multiple choice.&lt;br /&gt;The  pursuit of  happiness is the chase of a lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;It is never too late to become what you might have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't. Believe  everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be  easy, they just promised it would be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are like balloons; once you let them go, you might not get them back. Sometimes we get so busy with our own lives and problems that we may not even notice that we've let them fly away. Sometimes we are so caught up in who's right and who's wrong that we forget what's right and wrong. Sometimes we just don't realize what real friendship means until it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S: Weekdays had been great. Study, gym and volleyball&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://www5.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2648541506614513317?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2648541506614513317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2648541506614513317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2648541506614513317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2648541506614513317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-kinder-than-necessary-because.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-6163693942988986203</id><published>2009-07-14T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:22:00.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After so much of thinking, sorting and figuring things out, I finally managed to get some answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason being jealous.&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is something I already knew but always neglected.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to mention anything. Figure it out and I guess you would even laugh at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reason for being angry too.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be a loser for being angry just because I can't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, things will not turn out the way you want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta work hard for it. Agree? :)&lt;br /&gt;But there are exceptions which no matter how hard you try, you still can't achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;And these are times which you don't have a choice. In life, we don't have many choices isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do now is study and volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;Focus focus focus. Gym gym gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would treat everyone around me better.&lt;br /&gt;I will not lose my temper easily. Not worth it, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have what I desire, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think real hard&lt;/span&gt;. I already have more than what I wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-6163693942988986203?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6163693942988986203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=6163693942988986203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6163693942988986203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/6163693942988986203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-so-much-of-thinking-sorting-and.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-7463837785219821096</id><published>2009-07-12T23:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:44:40.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;"  &gt;MEN ARE JUST HAPPIER PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I received this email from my aunt. Agree or not, you decide. A little funny though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;NICKNAMES  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    o If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    o If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla and Four-eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;EATING OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    o When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    o A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    o A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;BATHROOMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    o A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    o The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;ARGUMENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    o A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    o Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    o A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    o A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;SUCCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    o A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    o A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;MARRIAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        o A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        o A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;DRESSING UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        o A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        o A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;NATURAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        o Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        o Women somehow deteriorate during the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;OFFSPRING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        o Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        o A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;THOUGHT FOR THE DAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My weekend was all about books, mathematics and food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sakae sushi, long john, mac delivery, macarons, ben&amp;amp;jerry icecream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really have to follow my timetable starting from tomorrow or else #@$)@$*&amp;amp;@#!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm a little worried about my back bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's like I have this strange feeling at my bone whenever I think of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm a little afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I didn't expect myself to have a strong believe that my dream is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="headwordDef"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="query" class="headwordDefquery"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;premonition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Neither do I expect myself to be kinda affected by the prophecy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sigh. A-maths test tomorrow and I totally forget everything about partial fractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Remember the promise I made myself? (at least 4 A1 on my end year exam results slip.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;WORK HARD WORK HARD WORK HARD WORK HARD WORK HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Goodnight. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-7463837785219821096?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7463837785219821096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=7463837785219821096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7463837785219821096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/7463837785219821096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/men-are-just-happier-people-i-received.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-5356360128372538449</id><published>2009-07-10T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:26:58.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Here's my new timetable below! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: study/gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: volleyball at lamsoon/gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: study/gym.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: volleyball at lamsoon/gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: volleyball at lamsoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes, boring indeed. But it will help me a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Note to self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: save $$$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Note to self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(2): Don't pin high hopes and expect too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Note to self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(3): Focus and stop being so disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Maybe the things I hate the most are the easiest to get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;That's why there are so many people who are doing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-5356360128372538449?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5356360128372538449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=5356360128372538449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5356360128372538449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5356360128372538449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-my-new-timetable-below-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-3679346775537377326</id><published>2009-07-06T22:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:42:37.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's very sad to know that no one cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All you think is about yourself and when you're done using me, it's goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I WILL NOT BOTHER ANYTHING ANYMORE THAT DOESN'T BOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really mean it this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Selfish humans. ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds contradicting or sort but I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to the people I gave attitude to.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm taking it for granted. My family and B..&lt;br /&gt;It's like no matter how I shout at them or anything, they are always tolerating my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;And to my surprise, most of the time, none of them are angry at me.&lt;br /&gt;All of you never failed to give in to me when I'm at my lowest point.&lt;br /&gt;All of you never failed to show care and concern for me, love me and dote me.&lt;br /&gt;And I really appreciate that. But I just don't know why do I treat all of you like that sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't really know how to express the appreciation for all of you I think?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it turned out to be the reverse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of different feelings are churned up together at random times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Half the time, I feel like I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really not satisfied with what I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;I am responsible for what is happening all over now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperately trying to change, believing that my efforts would pay off.. but, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so damn unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I must set my priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-3679346775537377326?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3679346775537377326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=3679346775537377326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3679346775537377326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3679346775537377326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-very-sad-to-know-that-no-one-cares.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-5785499276071470014</id><published>2009-07-04T19:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:09:55.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Achieved 4th position for the volleyball competition organised at Ngee Ann poly today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun-burnt, skin came off, bruises on arm and leg and I can't walk properly.&lt;br /&gt;When attempted, my leg &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurts very very much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm feeling damn shagged. I guess I will post again soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When people say they will be there for you, they will not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It hurts so much more to try to tolerate or try to tell yourself that it's the opposite way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-5785499276071470014?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5785499276071470014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=5785499276071470014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5785499276071470014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/5785499276071470014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/achieved-4th-position-for-volleyball.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-3140267743724085668</id><published>2009-07-01T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:58:35.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know why but I'm seeing things in a whole different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thinking about the past, I never regret any decisions I made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Neither do I hate what happened throughout this 2 and half years of secondary 3 life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess I was too blinded and childish in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I didn't get to realise a lot of things, until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And that made me learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There were always good times and bad times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Obviously, I missed all the good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Volleyball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I gave up all the good times because of the bad times and that was a wrong decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't hate you or anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had to be harsh to you. Because I know it is impossible between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, we had gone through a lot of things together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Things like being separated and finding you back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moments that I cried so hard because of you. It felt like everything was crushing down on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But afterall, I would never forget all the times when you cared for me, doing things which surprised me and most important of all, you made me felt like I was the most fortunate guy to have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know that your heart will not be with me no matter how hard I try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is the truth I know inside deep down my heart but I always tried to deny it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I always tried to lie to myself that you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Because I believed in you and I didn't want to lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But loving you doesn't mean I need to have you isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I realised how much you doted on me previously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel like I took everything for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I always wanted things to turn out the way I want it to be and that's childish talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I expected too much. You told me this before. And I can't deny it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't regret my decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Because you are doing so well without me. I was a burden to you all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm seeking a long term relationship and I guess I'm not your guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know I have to do this because you are not the person I'm looking for although honestly, I still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is no point carrying on so much confusion and hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It feels like it's wasting both of our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know when I need you the most, you wouldn't be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So yup. Everything that happened previously is all the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nobody owns anyone anything. Friends are not for you to be made use of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't need people who will walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I appreciate everyone in the present very very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I really mean this sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-3140267743724085668?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3140267743724085668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=3140267743724085668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3140267743724085668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/3140267743724085668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-know-why-but-im-seeing-things-in.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-2520030533038847228</id><published>2009-06-28T23:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T06:45:09.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;Short update of my weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1) I went to catch a movie with Caleb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Disgusting movie. We left the theatres even when the movie is still screening halfway through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://www5.shoutmix.com/smileys/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2) I had a mahjong marathon for the whole night until 10 in the morning with Tonghua, Geoffrey and Gabriel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun and filled with laughters and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I ate a lot of food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pepperlunch(salmon pepper rice), Honey chicken, Cheese tofu, Scallops chang fen, Fish ball noodles, Durian milk ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I drank a lot of drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Soyabean, Lychee tea, Lychee tea, Oreo vanilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And my stomach was acting weird the whole day. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And can you believe that I ordered macdonalds delivery for supper for 3 consecutive days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm really going gym starting from tomorrow onwards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have to stop this gluttony issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost $2 by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3) I took a cab down to B's house after the mahjong session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;$20! Damn expensive. But it's okay lah, it's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;B keep disturbing me when I'm sleeping lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finally I get to eat mee hoon kueh after 2 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unfortunately, I was feeling a little nausey and I vomited a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But still, I finished it with soya bean. (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4) Volleyball at lamsoon was indeed fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://www5.shoutmix.com/smileys/thumbsup.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I managed to spike a few nice balls and I guess it's because the net is lower than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm always happy when there are moments like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;School starts tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The holidays are over already! And I didn't even complete any holiday assignment at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://www5.shoutmix.com/smileys/cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know whether I can wake up on time or not.. I hope so and will try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be caught for hair or anything tomorrow! Praying hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Going to sleep already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Goodnight everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://www5.shoutmix.com/smileys/wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2520030533038847228?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2520030533038847228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2520030533038847228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2520030533038847228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2520030533038847228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-update-of-my-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-1353082288010353652</id><published>2009-06-24T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:01:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SkESTCquKMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/9qe7W3Jktuc/s400/SDC11953v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350577950635731138" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dave(yaograndson) and Sheila(yaograms).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have too many overdue pictures to upload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I will upload them very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Goodnight, everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www5.shoutmix.com/smileys/wise.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-1353082288010353652?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1353082288010353652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=1353082288010353652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1353082288010353652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1353082288010353652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/06/daveyaograndson-and-sheilayaograms.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhdEPQ3Jzdo/SkESTCquKMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/9qe7W3Jktuc/s72-c/SDC11953v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25649859.post-1051160446627495144</id><published>2009-06-22T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:27:19.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Apparently, some scientists have claimed that love is biologically the same as eating large quantities of chocolate. If that's true, then why bother? Wouldn't it save us all an awful lot of time, energy and aggravation if we simply invested in chocolate bars and forgot about whoever has kept us up all night crying? Maybe, call him, or why not start afresh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hopefully posting with pictures tonight. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-1051160446627495144?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1051160446627495144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=1051160446627495144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1051160446627495144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1051160446627495144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/06/apparently-some-scientists-have-claimed.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-2132681013427155938</id><published>2009-06-20T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:49:10.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do something in haste, and you'll end up repenting at your leisure. Easy does it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's not like you to change horses in the middle of the stream, but when it does happen, there's usually a good reason. In fact, if you've done it now, it's probably because you were already thinking about it for a while. Don't let anyone else's long face slow you down when it comes to your plans for the future. Stick by your decision. You made it because you knew it was best, and that hasn't changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's been a few days and lots of things happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes, I had been thinking much for the past couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't know what is my decision or anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't want to make a wrong decision. I don't the whole thing to crap up on me in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I dreamt of something and I don't know whether it's trying to tell me something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't know. I'm very irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ahhh.. I guess I would just let nature takes it course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Got into the quarter finals for the volleyfest competition today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;All the best tomorrow. jyjy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-2132681013427155938?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2132681013427155938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=2132681013427155938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2132681013427155938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/2132681013427155938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/06/bottom-line-do-something-in-haste-and.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</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-25649859.post-1701124357122534215</id><published>2009-06-19T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:29:01.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't control myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tears just keep falling uncontrollably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My heart hurts. I can't do this. This is bringing so much pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This was all I wanted. But I guess I want more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I see the light at the end of the tunnel already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is just some stupid superiority complex thing and you are like the rest of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm a whore, bitch, bastard or whatever you can think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm too stupid. This proves that I haven't learn my mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Screw myself and fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the end, who is with me against the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Weifeng made me realise something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Something that occured to me before and all collaborated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It takes so much stuff to make it last. I guess I finally understand why all of this happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All because of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm shall not be affected anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm not for you to throw your attitude anytime you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't be a dope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25649859-1701124357122534215?l=davehalliwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1701124357122534215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25649859&amp;postID=1701124357122534215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1701124357122534215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25649859/posts/default/1701124357122534215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davehalliwell.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-control-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>daveee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02648978906988932569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
