<?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-35832120</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:44:22.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Leenie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-3335070457699604781?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/3335070457699604781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=3335070457699604781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3335070457699604781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3335070457699604781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-moved-to-new-blog-cos-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-5327073170245447268</id><published>2009-03-24T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:15:57.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate the feeling of waking up feeling unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;its not exactly unhappy, but you just feel like something is bugging you.&lt;br /&gt;and most of the time, that something happens to be some tinges of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had done this.&lt;br /&gt;and cause i didn't, thats what happens now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really bugs me, cause sometimes, i really wish i could turn time back, and change how i reacted to some things. then maybe, things would be different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have been happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-5327073170245447268?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/5327073170245447268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=5327073170245447268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5327073170245447268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5327073170245447268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-feeling-of-waking-up-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-7132654162835694232</id><published>2009-03-01T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:39:40.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone whom i said, "yes i ate my medicine" to..&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i lied.&lt;br /&gt;thats cause i feel that i cannot afford to be drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally feel like crap now, cause this recess week was totally wasted. i totally wasn't serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing is that..&lt;br /&gt;i only realised today (because i only bothered to think today),that i totally didn learn anything from my elective.&lt;br /&gt;How am i going to pass it even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so depressing ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-7132654162835694232?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/7132654162835694232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=7132654162835694232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7132654162835694232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7132654162835694232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2009/03/everyone-whom-i-said-yes-i-ate-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-1880565924534889234</id><published>2009-02-19T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:36:50.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been almost one month since i last blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the start of my recessssss week. there is nothing to be happy about, yet i feel relieved. cause i finish the 2 tests im supposed to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs test today was quite funny.. and ob quiz was like shit. yeah. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sem feels slacker than last sem.&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure whether its cause i sort of gave up this sem, or cause things are really more relaxed..&lt;br /&gt;After one semester here, i sort of feel that hard work does not necessarily equate to good grades, sadly. Either what i said is true to some extent, or that im just not studying hard enough compared to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to believe that its the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 quizzes deprived me of a proper valentines day. I stayed home 3/4 the day to study OB. and in the end, ONLY 3 PAGES WORTH OF THINGS CAME OUT. out of the 8 chapters i studied. totally wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recess week..&lt;br /&gt;its time to start working on projects that are due soon. (time seem to fly this sem. Which is quite a good thing. cause that means that the remaining 4 sems will just fly by, i hope.)&lt;br /&gt;im going to go shopping, and buy more new clothes that i like and wear. (i realise that i have quite a bit of clothes i dun wear at all, cause its uncomfortable. as a result, i keep repeating my clothes.)&lt;br /&gt;im going to attempt to catch up on whatever i should. (this one, i doubt it will come true. cause cause cause, this is just the way it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i alway blog about driving last time.. and it has been quite some time since i last did it.&lt;br /&gt;i probably won't get to drive alone (to my utter disappointment). i was so so so so close to getting to drive alone. i went around announcing to the whole world that i would be driving to school. but in the end, dad's car had to be sent to repair, and so i didn get a chance to drive in the end.&lt;br /&gt;now, everything changed..&lt;br /&gt;boo hoo~~~~&lt;br /&gt;im so sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just a matter of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not a possible, but i really feel like making this recess week like a holiday for me.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like going out and play for many days.. to make up for how deprived i am for the past few weeks, especially when there are assignments due then.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like watching some good show with a good ending. i love good endings (: who don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i had alot of things to say. but maybe i don't afterall.&lt;br /&gt;think i should close this blog down soon, cause i dun have things to share, and i doubt anyone is reading it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated valentines day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-1880565924534889234?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/1880565924534889234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=1880565924534889234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1880565924534889234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1880565924534889234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-has-been-almost-one-month-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-5394738370004266541</id><published>2009-01-20T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:44:10.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so &lt;strong&gt;reluctant&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;scared&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grow up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-3689029966614077102</id><published>2009-01-09T09:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:02:40.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can live with this.&lt;br /&gt;i must survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-3689029966614077102?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/3689029966614077102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=3689029966614077102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3689029966614077102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3689029966614077102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-live-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-8744185642806741848</id><published>2008-11-28T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:01:45.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the computer fair this morning, and i bought a new camera!!&lt;br /&gt;its called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;PINKY&lt;/span&gt;, and its so cute!&lt;br /&gt;hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SS96j_3lpoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/JsPD-um0P_o/s1600-h/e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273568447532738178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SS96j_3lpoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/JsPD-um0P_o/s400/e1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pinky has a friend too!&lt;br /&gt;my sis bought a photo printer from canon also, so next time, i probably wun need to use my spoiling colour printer to print photos, even though the photos printed by the my current printer is not bad also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also bought a canon black and white laser printer.&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a huge fan of canon!&lt;br /&gt;think they should have given me more discounts!!&lt;br /&gt;hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. im off to play with pinky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-8744185642806741848?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8744185642806741848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=8744185642806741848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8744185642806741848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8744185642806741848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-went-to-computer-fair-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SS96j_3lpoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/JsPD-um0P_o/s72-c/e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-4291448337988633611</id><published>2008-11-24T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:08:01.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;exams are finally over!!&lt;br /&gt;one sem down!&lt;br /&gt;my first 4 months of uni life.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i got a shock. i thought uni life was supposed to be damn easy and slack one. probably cause thats the idea my sis gave me.&lt;br /&gt;its the exact opposite!&lt;br /&gt;4 months of torture!!&lt;br /&gt;projects after projects, presentations after presentations.&lt;br /&gt;one week one chapter for each module.&lt;br /&gt;its like A levels crammed into 3 months, and then they throw you to take the exam.&lt;br /&gt;without guiding you in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;like throwing you into the sea, and forcing you to learn it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;guess thats what uni is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, who cares! i shall enjoy myself for this holiday at least.&lt;br /&gt;i have been so deprived of proper enjoyment.. at least for the past 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;today was the most most murderous.&lt;br /&gt;2 important papers crammed into the same day!&lt;br /&gt;and both papers totally.....&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;lets not talk about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,exams are over!!!&lt;br /&gt;whee whee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-4291448337988633611?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/4291448337988633611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=4291448337988633611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/4291448337988633611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/4291448337988633611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay-exams-are-finally-over-one-sem-down.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-5103753420056014167</id><published>2008-11-04T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:10:03.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;and i have no mood for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;its not within anyone's control anyway, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get over it soon, and stop being sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but till then, i still feel sad, and have no mood for anything except for lying on my bed, close my eyes, and stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get over this.&lt;br /&gt;everything would be fine eventually.&lt;br /&gt;i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-5103753420056014167?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/5103753420056014167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=5103753420056014167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5103753420056014167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5103753420056014167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-suddenly-feel-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-8531671312402476185</id><published>2008-10-31T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:04:23.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tags:&lt;br /&gt;Peilian: if only you were here. arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;qin: ok. i shall do it NOW.&lt;br /&gt;melly: mellyyyy!! i miss you tooo! at least im seeing you around in school nowaday. next thurs dun ps ah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a continuation about the gathering with S07 ntu girls.. (melly wasn't there cause she had marketing and comm fund project meetings)&lt;br /&gt;when we were still chit-chatting, serene was like saying that she wanted to refill her waterbottle.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when we were leaving macs, weiqin took serene's waterbottle.&lt;br /&gt;and that dear serene didn't realise. (think she was too busy thinking about lijian)&lt;br /&gt;then we hinted to her that she forgot something..&lt;br /&gt;and serene couldn't remember what it was!!!&lt;br /&gt;she also didnt remember that she wanted to refill her bottle!&lt;br /&gt;so qin had serene's ugly pink waterbottle hidden in her bag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i think around 1 or 1.5 hours later, serene realised.&lt;br /&gt;i bet she was like thirsty, and was finding her bottle. thats why she even realised.&lt;br /&gt;she's so blurrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were planning for a S07 class gathering....&lt;br /&gt;so i smsed the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;amos and yisheng replied asking me who i was! and they both lost all the numbers!!&lt;br /&gt;then when i told them to guess who i was, amos first said serene.&lt;br /&gt;how can it be serene right? she will only sms lijian!&lt;br /&gt;yisheng guessed that i was mel.&lt;br /&gt;then when i told that im not, and asked them to guess again, they both said celene! wth.&lt;br /&gt;and i think josh sam replied me all the way from taiwan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to blog about the massage i went for weeks ago, cause i told my sis that i would.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;let me just roughly talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;its the first time i was doing a massage.&lt;br /&gt;but the ambience of the place was good. i think the masseuse was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;but i wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;i giggled when she was rubbing some herbs(i think) onto my chest area, and feet for the body wrap.&lt;br /&gt;then for the massage, we did this bamboo one, where they used bamboo to massage.. it was quite pain. and when she was rubbing my thigh areas, it was so ticklish, and i was sooo stiff!&lt;br /&gt;then there was this stepping thing that me and my sis wanted to try.&lt;br /&gt;i think my sis enjoyed it. but was like damn scared that she would injure my back, so when she was trying to step on my back, i just said that it was pain. so the masseuse decided to just use her hands to massage.&lt;br /&gt;whoa. shit man. i think this kind of body therapy is quite enjoyable... when i come out to work, im going to go for such things more often man! so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously cant wait for holidays to come.&lt;br /&gt;everyweek, there is definitely something to do.&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if i don't have a single week when i can just enjoy my weekends!!&lt;br /&gt;but this week, after the sad and demoralising accounting quiz on wed, i shall just go for my cousin's wedding on sat night, and go for big walk on sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;who cares about the stupid comm fund presentation on monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;the woman is like damn hard to please, and you never know what she is looking for.&lt;br /&gt;and and and, she obviously shows favouritism.&lt;br /&gt;i totally hate her. i loathe her.&lt;br /&gt;from the way she dresses, to the way she talks, to the way she acts.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why im so against her. but im definitely not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think that grades and studies are not everything.&lt;br /&gt;so i really shouldn't stress myself up too much.&lt;br /&gt;life is too short to be stressed up all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should just take things easy, and come home more often!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss seeing daddy and mummy everyweek!&lt;br /&gt;and i always look forward to coming home on weekends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-8531671312402476185?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8531671312402476185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=8531671312402476185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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qin thought of something, and we decided to share it with everyone out there.&lt;br /&gt;serene will be so happy about this.&lt;br /&gt;(lets make it fast. she's going to start assaulting me. cause she has more than one hand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;serene and lijian sitting under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;K-I-S-S-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serene say cannot this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning SIX O CLOCK.&lt;br /&gt;serene and lijian went for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;K-I-S-S-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. me and qin can't continue.&lt;br /&gt;not familiar with this. and serene refused to help us.&lt;br /&gt;lets go back to the original one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. serene dun wana meet me alr.&lt;br /&gt;so lets cancel all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-516085803432736759?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/516085803432736759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=516085803432736759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/516085803432736759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/516085803432736759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-in-can-de-lou-xia.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-4465214043315639447</id><published>2008-10-24T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:17:42.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SQGsQ9folFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/WrSqKASm5gM/s1600-h/P23-10-08_11.59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260675247130580050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SQGsQ9folFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/WrSqKASm5gM/s400/P23-10-08_11.59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate lunch with melly and serene yesterday! and it was really good yesterday, cause i had a good laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has been a long long long time since i laughed so hard. To think that i used to laugh like that everyday last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really miss the class......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had fun reminiscing the past! and thinking about all the funny moments in class last time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like.. shea and his proton joke long long long ago.. how he was rude to the maths relief teacher with his mario and 3 more lives.. chandra getting bitten by a dog. chandra and the earthquake. the pe lesson when serene kept calling john's name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many many more. but not forgetting, an important one, where i reminded serene how come she and lijian got scandaled together in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really really miss the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think every thursday i will just get reminded about missing the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S07 totally totally rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, peilian suddenly called me randomly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was telling me about seeing yisheng, and this girl who she thinks should be yisheng's girlfriend. so she was asking me if i remembered what her name was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she and yisheng's girlfriend are in the same class for one particular module?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss talking to peilian also.. she is so funny. and she got alot of funny antics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember there was this one night, which i think i didn blog about, i chatted with her online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we were both complaining about uni, like how hectic it is and everything. it really brightens up my night man!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss peilian!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should go online more often to talk to more people. i love talking to 'old' friends! i miss talking to you all!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE ALL OF YOU!!! (:(:(:(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-4465214043315639447?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/4465214043315639447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=4465214043315639447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/4465214043315639447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/4465214043315639447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-ate-lunch-with-melly-and-serene.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SQGsQ9folFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/WrSqKASm5gM/s72-c/P23-10-08_11.59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-6462557426495487880</id><published>2008-10-21T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:16:20.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stressed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-6462557426495487880?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/6462557426495487880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=6462557426495487880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/6462557426495487880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/6462557426495487880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/10/arghh.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-8963723877030070092</id><published>2008-10-20T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:32:02.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so sick and tired of hearing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;i shall just try my best to ignore stupid comments.&lt;br /&gt;afterall, its just pretending to know everything when you don't.&lt;br /&gt;corrupted point of view.&lt;br /&gt;from a fat brain, in a stunted body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-8963723877030070092?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8963723877030070092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=8963723877030070092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8963723877030070092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8963723877030070092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-sick-and-tired-of-hearing-same.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-7010994757813443371</id><published>2008-10-17T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:19:03.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HELLO!!&lt;br /&gt;finally, its friday!!&lt;br /&gt;i always look forward to fridays, cause after friday, its weekends! and during weekends, i get to spend time with my loved ones (:&lt;br /&gt;i can go home and see daddy mummy and my sis!&lt;br /&gt;lie on my bed to watch tv!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that my grandma house is not nice, but cause over here, i will feel the stress. cause whenever i step into the room, i will get reminded of the countless tasks i have to complete.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thank you yonghui for hearing me out!!&lt;br /&gt;you're always my best friend!! (:&lt;br /&gt;i can always tell you everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now karen is going to be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;come and ask me lah. i will tell you EVERYTHING also one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY GROUP FOR FM IS FIRST FOR STOCKS! IN OUR INDUSTRY AS WELL AS OVERALL!! (: sem12g&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258064592806926850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SPhl44RQ2gI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jHRoDTUERWI/s400/FMhonstrade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats like all thanks to my awesome fellow group members (:(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we're quite heng,  cause all along, we're usually second. its only there few days when we became first! whee (:(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-7010994757813443371?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/7010994757813443371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=7010994757813443371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7010994757813443371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7010994757813443371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-finally-its-friday-i-always-look.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SPhl44RQ2gI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jHRoDTUERWI/s72-c/FMhonstrade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-1305406492848624819</id><published>2008-10-16T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:07:01.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eileen is happy today!! (:&lt;br /&gt;weiqin says i always blog about driving only..&lt;br /&gt;so i shall blog abt something else today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy today.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, karen and yonghui came over to my grandma house to study!&lt;br /&gt;it has been quite some time since i last saw them! especially that wong yonghui!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i had lunch with melly serene! weiqin joined us, but didnt eat.&lt;br /&gt;then after eating, serene ps us and left. and melly went for her project meeting.&lt;br /&gt;so me and qin went to old canteen A to chit chat.&lt;br /&gt;we decided to go play pool on monday!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to the next class outing!!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-1305406492848624819?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/1305406492848624819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=1305406492848624819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1305406492848624819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1305406492848624819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/10/eileen-is-happy-today-weiqin-says-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-2807138740328699468</id><published>2008-10-08T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T02:17:24.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so paranoid now.&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking that there are pests that im scared of crawling around.&lt;br /&gt;i just spotted a baby lizard without tail.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to aim newspaper at it. but i dunno whether it killed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw a baby cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;i used my rough paper to kill it.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun dare to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;i cant leave it there. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad to do.&lt;br /&gt;yucks yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;but AA101 project is not completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like waking someone up to help me pick that dead insect up.&lt;br /&gt;yucks!&lt;br /&gt;im so disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;oh man!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-2807138740328699468?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/2807138740328699468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=2807138740328699468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2807138740328699468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2807138740328699468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-paranoid-now.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-3883291488046203421</id><published>2008-10-03T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:46:35.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been so long since i came home!! i totally miss home!!&lt;br /&gt;actually, it has only been 2 weeks since i last came home.&lt;br /&gt;But thats enough for me to miss my parents and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;im so glad that im home!!! (: (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-3883291488046203421?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/3883291488046203421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=3883291488046203421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3883291488046203421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3883291488046203421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-has-been-so-long-since-i-came-home-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-3182276192406015081</id><published>2008-10-02T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:57:36.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before i open my biz law assignment and edit again (for the ten thousandth time), or take out my FM textbook and try to swallow the contents (or it is already out. its just next to me. just that its not opened yet.), i shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly remembered life when i was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times when my mum controls me like nobody's business, and ensure that i would sit down and get my work done. she would teach me, and beat me when i don't concentrate, or get a concept that she explained to me many times. She would point the cane at me, whenever i fidget in my seat, or not pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times when she would come running after me with a cane when i do not do my work, or play whole day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats because i wasn't responsible for what i did yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, no one would care. mummy and daddy no longer care.&lt;br /&gt;all they do is nag a little, or remind me sometimes to study. but thats all.&lt;br /&gt;no one comes after me with a cane to ensure that i do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times when i dun have to be responsible for everything.&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times when i didn't know how stressful is stressful.&lt;br /&gt;those times where you won't have so many presentation to do, and projects to submit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super sian.&lt;br /&gt;i have one oral assessment next week, and 2 tutorials to present.&lt;br /&gt;and also one project due on tuesday, and one due on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the real real real holidays to come in december!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i want my mum and dad to come after me with a cane, and make sure that i study when i should. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-3182276192406015081?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/3182276192406015081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=3182276192406015081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3182276192406015081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3182276192406015081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/10/before-i-open-my-biz-law-assignment-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-8717353556114060424</id><published>2008-09-26T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:10:31.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall just leave my pile of homework, unfinished tasks aside(which i feel quite pessimistic about), and blog using a happier tone for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, ain and I went to karen's house to play playstation and wii. (:&lt;br /&gt;then, i relived my childhood memories again, by playing puzzle fighter. i think karen is like improving really fast. she started to trash me. I love that game so much, i will buy it next time, after i come out to work, and earn money. hahaha. then i will play it all day long during holidays. wow~ im so looking forward to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played mario kart on wii as well! i think mario kart is so fun. but think the ds one is easier to play. cause when we were playing the wii one, we kept falling down the mountain, or into the sea, and were constantly fighting to not be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we played the rock band thing on playstation. its damn funny when ain and karen tried singing. i think ain's singing better than karen's la. cause karen's one is like so damn funny. she sounds like she is mumbling something. anyway, i think ain likes to drums the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went out for dinner tgt yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;you know, that karen refused to give me cup noodles no matter how hard i begged her. dun believe, go ask ain. i even told ain to help me to ask karen give me cup noodles. i was so hungry. but then, i begged until the donut digested, and i wasn't hungry anymore. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our dearest yonghui has became a mugger. she didn't join us yesterday, but she called karen yesterday, only to ask where the bookshop was. someone supposed to watch movie with me one lor. but i think she would be too busy studying to bother reading by blog. so sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is friday already. oh no...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-8717353556114060424?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8717353556114060424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=8717353556114060424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8717353556114060424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8717353556114060424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-shall-just-leave-my-pile-of-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-7745777363703509121</id><published>2008-09-23T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:54:01.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its tuesday NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't done anything productive in the past 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;i have so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out that i have a test on monday. just.&lt;br /&gt;6 seminar worth of things.&lt;br /&gt;one test on monday, one on friday.&lt;br /&gt;and the tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;and the aa101 report due the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its almost halfway through the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;and nothing done.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so dead.&lt;br /&gt;im dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-7745777363703509121?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/7745777363703509121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=7745777363703509121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7745777363703509121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7745777363703509121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-tuesday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-3563451622428056744</id><published>2008-09-20T10:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:30:32.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holidays are finally here.. I can do things at a slower pace. I can start reading books and watching tv!!&lt;br /&gt;But its really unfortunate that its only a one week break, and i still have alot of things to do during the one week break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my lousy english is getting more and more distracting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister wanted to pump petrol for her car, so my dad, her and i went out together to do it. I drove from our house to the petrol station, which is a stone throw away. And today, my father confirmed that im a lousy driver at this stage. lacking confidence, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda forgot that i was driving a manual car, so sometimes, i forgot to change gear.. and i was like dragging gear. And i think the car stalled once or twice.. Plus, i think i changed gear quite hard. i brake very late. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;I really very very long never drive manual car already.&lt;br /&gt;Having said all these, im starting to feel that im a hopeless noob. it has been so long, and im still driving like that!! i wonder how long i would take to learn to drive steadily.&lt;br /&gt;I should come home more often, so that i will get more chances to drive.&lt;br /&gt;Im not scared of being scolded, unlike before that. I used to be scared to ask to drive, cause im scared of my dad. But im not anymore, cause if i don't ask to drive and TRY to drive, i will never learn.&lt;br /&gt;Given such a situation, i think i have to either learn how to drive a big auto car properly, or drive a normal size manual car.. i really dun feel like torturing my sister's little red car, cause its probably around half a year old only.. (maybe not even)&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my sister drove from the petrol station to the market, where we went to NTUC, and daddy went to bank money.&lt;br /&gt;And daddy drove from the market all the way home. He was trying to explain to me the way to drive, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that i'm a slow learner, cause sometimes, its really not that i dun wana do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, all those things i learnt during my stint in SPH is really quite useful.. in that, i learnt life long skills.&lt;br /&gt;So i tried to apply what i learnt there when i called the telecommunications company i subscribed to today.. then after the call, i felt kinda bad, and evil for scolding people like that (though i bet this would be nothing compared to my sister). I dunno. During the convo, my blood was boiling. Then when i calmed down, i felt quite bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, they are retarded for charging me $88 for some GPRS usage, (and in the bill, they claimed that i used $200+ worth of gprs and they capped it at $88), when i never even use at all?! This is ridiculous. And they need 3 days plus 3 days to dig out the information of whichever websites i went to. and and and.. when i was saying how come they need so long, the manager brought up hearing the convo, and his staff told me they need 3-5 working days. i mean, which person would use such a method to argue? he is just annoying the sub more pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im going to bathe and go out!&lt;br /&gt;byebye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-3563451622428056744?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/3563451622428056744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=3563451622428056744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3563451622428056744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3563451622428056744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/09/holidays-are-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-5350415496597512745</id><published>2008-09-17T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:17:39.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAREN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though only remembered only in the afternoon.........&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246977882875913586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SNEClbUmZXI/AAAAAAAAAUo/BCKeI5zBBKg/s400/DSC00003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this picture is kinda old.. but can't help it. cause i dun remember taking any photos with her recently..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAREN!!! Treasure your last year as a teenager!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-5350415496597512745?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/5350415496597512745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=5350415496597512745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5350415496597512745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5350415496597512745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-karen-though-only.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SNEClbUmZXI/AAAAAAAAAUo/BCKeI5zBBKg/s72-c/DSC00003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-7838724265398080097</id><published>2008-09-14T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:43:53.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taggies:&lt;br /&gt;Karen: you never told me you drove before!!! and that day we went out, i wanted to ask you, but i forgot to ask you.when you drive ah?&lt;br /&gt;Meagan: yeah. there is the irritating chipchipchip sound. you better hope you won't start seeing a family of lizards in your room! but at least lizards that get into your room still can escape. mine has to stay there like FOREVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend sucks.&lt;br /&gt;my group for ab113 just realised that we have a project due on tuesday today. just now.&lt;br /&gt;all along, we thought that it was supposed to be due during recess week.&lt;br /&gt;shit man.&lt;br /&gt;i have so much to do during the weekend, and im not anywhere near completing ANY ONE of them.&lt;br /&gt;apart from homework, i still need to do what im supposed to do for patchworks.&lt;br /&gt;i need 3 days for weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. at least i saw the class ytd. i shall try to get the photos.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the class.&lt;br /&gt;i hope we will have like more of those outings. Cause i seriously feel that S07 is the best class that i have ever gotton!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i shall go bathe now.&lt;br /&gt;super sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-7838724265398080097?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/7838724265398080097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=7838724265398080097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7838724265398080097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7838724265398080097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/09/taggies-karen-you-never-told-me-you.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-7267712896781065106</id><published>2008-09-11T16:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:54:28.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so sian, im blogging more and more nowadays. Cause i rather blog than read the annual report?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dread having to download annual reports and then pick out information that will help me decide on whether to invest in the company or not. Oh please. If i have money, i would rather just spend it on something that i really really want.&lt;br /&gt;Thats how materialistic i am.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't be bothered to analyse the many factors, then decide on whichever company i wana invest on. And, there is still risk involved!&lt;br /&gt;ok. i shall stop whining. Don't reflect that well on me.&lt;br /&gt;I shall watch what i say, if not my potential employers will get scared away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. super sian. FM has so so so so much tasks to do, and the tasks just gets more tedious and complicated, and difficult. SUPER SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh! and i met my super good physics tuition teacher on the mrt today! i was considering whether i should go over to talk to him. But then, i wasn't sure whether it was him. Then i wanted to see if he was wearing hush puppy t-shirt (i bet mel would be able to get this!), but i didn manage to see lah. So i tried to get eye contact with him, to get some confirmation. But eventually, i could tell that he was like thinking hard (bet he was trying to recall who i was.)&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he walked over, and spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyone who needs physics tuition, i strongly recommend you go to him for tuition man. hahahaha. He's the best tuition teacher for physics i've ever known, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i shall go watch my 'xue jing chu geng'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i think i won't be able to concentrate on looking at the annual reports. Because, when i look at the annual report for Banyan Tree, i totally feel like just going there. It looks like a damn pretty place to be in!! One day, i must go to one of their branches! Thats a good way to advertise and promote the company - by making us read their annual report. I totally cant concentrate on looking at the figures.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-7267712896781065106?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/7267712896781065106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=7267712896781065106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7267712896781065106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7267712896781065106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-so-sian-im-blogging-more-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-1176773180699174727</id><published>2008-09-10T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:12:21.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall blog before going back to my under-utilised hall tonight.&lt;br /&gt;And for once, its not going to be about driving, cause i didn drive today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad. i spent my whole day trying to finish one tutorial, and its only half done!&lt;br /&gt;There are two chapters of textbook to read instead of one, and im so not going to lug my textbook to hall today, and bring it back again tmr. So i shall just try to understand whatever the notes is trying to say, or if not, im just going to copy the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off to live with the family of lizards tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention?&lt;br /&gt;The 'chip chip chip' sound produced by lizards is produced when they are mating, according to several people around me. So when i just moved in, i hear it many times in the night when i stay there.&lt;br /&gt;And now, i spotted a baby lizard in the room. And on monday night, when they were trying to mate, they made such LOUD 'chip chip chip' sound. its SO NOT DISCRETE.&lt;br /&gt;They are a family of free riders. They reside in my beloved room which lacks sunlight and ventilation, and they dun pay a single cent.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing is that they scare me, and are driving me out!&lt;br /&gt;OH. and the worst worst worst thing is that they are probably going to stay there forever, until they die and rot and everything, cause there is NO WAY OUT for them. Windows and doors are closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super sian. I feel like i have alot of things to do, and not enough time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i shall start packing up, and go back to my dark, smelly, and disgusting room with lizards.&lt;br /&gt;Better not let me see any of the lizards. I will totally flip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-1176773180699174727?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/1176773180699174727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=1176773180699174727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1176773180699174727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1176773180699174727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-shall-blog-before-going-back-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-3212725842065546448</id><published>2008-09-08T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:00:55.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hardly blog. But when I do, its always about driving.&lt;br /&gt;So its going to be the same today.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't connect to the internet just now, until i restart my computer. That sort of dampened the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell so sian counting the number of projects/assignments that i have to do.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who told me that in uni, you would be very FREE?&lt;br /&gt;its totally the opposite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out with Karen tmr, after school. Thats definitely something to be looking forward to. Cause im going to buy my slippers. New Urban Male have discount for NUS and SMU students, but not NTU. Damn sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents dun wana let me stay hall anymore. Cause they say that staying 2 days is a waste of money, and one day would cost $20 in this case...... (and then on and on you go.)&lt;br /&gt;And cause my relatives got to know about it, like my grandma, uncle, aunt, they all sounded like im crazy, and started &lt;em&gt;saying&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to bring my handphone charger from home, so i need to go back home tomorrow to get it. I wonder what would daddy say to me if i say that i wana drive to school/my grandma house on wed morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, i made more mistakes than the previous two times, although i feel that im more confident of driving compared to when i just started driving.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno ):&lt;br /&gt;I still had problems keeping in my lanes, and today, one of the instances was quite serious, cause i was quite close to the car next to me.&lt;br /&gt;And i got honked once this morning. Stupid taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the most serious thing today was..&lt;br /&gt;I was travelling along the expressway. PIE. Then there was this filter lane to this exit. Then cause it was around 7 in the morning, so there were quite a few cars already. Then it just started drizzling very very slightly. So i happened to be in the filter lane, and daddy was telling me to switch lanes. So i looked at the side mirror to find a chance to switch lanes. But then, there was this car from the outer lane that just came into my lane. So i didn't see, cause i was still retardedly looking in the side mirror. Until my dad shouted at me to brake.&lt;br /&gt;Then i got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;So i stepped relatively hard on the brake, not really &lt;em&gt;jam&lt;/em&gt; brake yet. But just hard enough to stop in the short distance. At least the car behind, and cars behind the car didnt get into an accident. Not that i know of anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And my things at the back - My bag, my waterbottle, and my LAPTOP, DROPPED ONTO THE GROUND &lt;strong&gt;HARD&lt;/strong&gt;! Super sad.&lt;br /&gt;So i stopped the car there for a while, waiting for a suitable time for me to change lane. Then the queue of cars infront of me started to clear. There was a collision infront of me, a few cars away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. then i was quite frightened by the incident, and i know my dad is quite pissed at me for driving like that.(not looking in front, and look at the side mirror)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline is that i learnt my lesson. I now know that i should only GLANCE at the side mirror, not STARE at it. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from then on until school, i was quite scared. Cause that was a HUGE mistake made. Then daddy was like quite irritated by me for braking late and hard. But i really didn't feel that it was hard. I consciously brake early. But maybe it wasn't early enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt;. Cause it seems like everytime i drive, more problems seem to surface. And the worst thing possible is that i can't park!! I wonder when when when i would get to drive the car by myself. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. at least i'm going home, HOME, tmr, and im going to meet karen!! hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-3212725842065546448?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/3212725842065546448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=3212725842065546448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3212725842065546448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3212725842065546448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hardly-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-1571854930311127007</id><published>2008-08-25T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:27:46.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me update a little before i go bathe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't driven in a darn long time, and i got my license for like almost 2 months, and i only drove 4 times. Thats so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;At least my dad isn't constantly screaming (or commenting, as he puts it) at me when i drive anymore. But i know he strongly believes that his car is too big for me to learn driving with. But i seriously don't give that a damn, because there is no other alternatives for me, unless i want to drive sis' car, which is worse, cause its a manual car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw clutch, drag gear, dun accelerate sufficiently, and dun change gear smoothly, etc etc etc. And i won't really be able to concentrate alot, cause i will start thinking about when i have to switch the gear down, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For yesterday, i made a mistake.. which is to accelerate when i was about to turn, cause i wanted to like beat the green arrow. It was raining. So i guess my dad got really shocked that i was accelerating when im going to turn already. Then he suddenly said something, which i cant really remember, and didn't really catch at that time. Then i got the wrong idea, thinking tt he was telling me that there are cars coming from the opposite direction. So i break at like i dunno where. then i realised (or maybe the pple sitting behind were telling me) that i should just go. I was really shocked when my father suddenly said something, cause for the whole trip, he didn say anything until then.&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest of the journey was ok, cause it was really short. I tried to make my speed faster, cause my sis felt that i was road hogging when i drove the last time. haha. Then the fastest that i hit was 70km/h. but that was for a really short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most spastic thing was when i was trying to park. cause i tried many many many times before i finally manage to park the car. My father even had to go down, and try to be the pole. But seriously, its not going to work, cause his car is bigger than the one at the driving school, and so, whatever i learnt in the driving school would no longer be applicable lah........&lt;br /&gt;But after many attempts, and hearing screams from pple sitting at the back, the car went where it was supposed to be. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that auto car would pick up speed on its own, unlike manual car, so i dun need to accelerate when its not moving. But i accelerated, and the car reversed with a sudden burst of evergy. everyone screamed.&lt;br /&gt;And i refused to let my dad park for me, cause if not i would never learn. But anyway, i couldn even gauge the distance before i should stop the car. Then daddy had to like scream for me to stop. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yonghua said after that that i look like a small girl driving the car. From what he described, i think i looked spastic. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least its a good improvement from last time.. i think.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, im really scared of bicyclist, and motorcyclists.... i think they are really scary. i dun wana drive near them.. oh man. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i drove to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this bicyclist infront of me when i just left house, and it was like cycling along the small roads. So i told myself that if he went straight, i would turn, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;The traffic was smooth today.(thankfully.) And i drove at the outermost lane all the way. Behind lorries, buses, and all other slow moving vehicle. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Im new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i must slowly gain my father's trust before i can drive on the inner lanes. hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-1571854930311127007?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/1571854930311127007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=1571854930311127007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1571854930311127007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1571854930311127007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-me-update-little-before-i-go-bathe.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-7178578544686337299</id><published>2008-08-20T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:30:18.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so tired ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-7178578544686337299?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/7178578544686337299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=7178578544686337299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7178578544686337299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7178578544686337299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-6477638158105061752</id><published>2008-08-08T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:41:27.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have started to accept the state of my room. arghh.&lt;br /&gt;melly and i have decided to just try to improve our room, and make it more homely, so that we might feel happier living in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a few pple i haven't seen in ages in school..&lt;br /&gt;and i managed to meet up with a few pple to catch up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and i found peiqian who can go home with me on fridays!&lt;br /&gt;oh. and she is the first one who finds the room ok, and dun mind staying there, as long as i get an air freshener to get rid of the weird smell..&lt;br /&gt;yeah. apart from the lack of ventilation, lack of natural light, and how many flight of stairs i need to climb to reach the room, there is also some weird smell, which i think is caused by the lack of ventilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think the flights of stairs that we have to climb there is quite a killer. and i sweat everywhere i go! think there is still quite a bit to get used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a kid, cause every other day, i would miss home, and feel like coming home.&lt;br /&gt;guess thats cause the hostel dun look very homely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im probably stupid, cause i find schoolwork quite difficult, and i cannot really catch up during lectures. there are so many economic terms that i didn even know that it existed, or still don't know what it means up till today.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-6477638158105061752?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/6477638158105061752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=6477638158105061752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/6477638158105061752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/6477638158105061752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-started-to-accept-state-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-5766181159895073588</id><published>2008-07-31T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:08:56.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Collected the keys for hostel today.&lt;br /&gt;The room is depressing. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;its really dark, with minimal sunlight, cause the windows were damn damn small. like at one pathetic corner of the room only.&lt;br /&gt;The ventilation was poor.&lt;br /&gt;its highly possible that you will suffocate in there.&lt;br /&gt;*whines*&lt;br /&gt;at 12noon, the room is really dark. and after you switch on all the lights in the room, its still really dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be the worst place to try and study.&lt;br /&gt;i can imagine myself falling asleep in less than half an hour, due to the lack of fresh and oxygenated air.&lt;br /&gt;and i would probably just wake up sweating in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe people ever managed to survive in the room.&lt;br /&gt;Its just like some jail cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate the room.&lt;br /&gt;suay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i might rather shift to my grandma house to stay.&lt;br /&gt;and worst come to worst, i shall just travel up and down everyday, from east to west, west to east. the extreme ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet melly and i would only be able to tahan the room for AT THE MOST, 1 sem.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate the room. bet its like the worst corner to be in in the whole of NTU.&lt;br /&gt;anyone would feel depressed standing in the room. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-5766181159895073588?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/5766181159895073588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=5766181159895073588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5766181159895073588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5766181159895073588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/07/collected-keys-for-hostel-today.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-1222130632393905771</id><published>2008-07-28T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:55:53.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its either my face just got bigger, or i have a receding hairline. Because, the facial masks cant seem to cover my face totally unlike last time.&lt;br /&gt;But then, the reason may be because i used a different brand, which has a different cutting.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out that melly and i are in different groups. Thats so sad. But at &lt;strong&gt;least,&lt;/strong&gt; i will probably get to see her at night, and talk to her at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;yh and i went to stayover at karen's aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;i love staying over at karen's aunt's house. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;cause her cousins have Playstation, and Wii. And karen and i started playing Mario Party (One of my favourite games for NDS), and our darling yonghui went to sleep, cause she claimed that she was really tired (cause she slept really little the night before).&lt;br /&gt;Plus, she had to go to school (NUS) to meet her new classmates the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And i won the game. Beginner's luck.&lt;br /&gt;The minigames are fun. and quite spastic at times. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, me and karen started using Playstation to play this rock band game.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, karen thought that we had to use the mike, which means that someone had to sing. Then the other person would then play the drums, while yonghui slept her way through.&lt;br /&gt;Karen, being a good host, tried to sing. It was damn funny, cause she sounded like she was mumbling something, and trying to hum the tune out. Then i was having fun with the drums.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, she realised that we can just elimate the singing part, and just play using the drums and guitar. (*note: its not real drums and guitar, duh)&lt;br /&gt;so karen played the guitar, and i continued with playing with the drums, cause i was quite fascinated with it. And our darling yonghui continued sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Then a while later, karen and i decided to swap. so i played the guitar, and she played the drums.&lt;br /&gt;She (or yh) said that i held the guitar as if i was playing the guzhen. haha.&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, yonghui woke up halfway when we were playing this game.&lt;br /&gt;So we started offering her the guitar to play. Cause the other guitar was spoilt, so karen had to sing. it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we switched to puzzle fighter after that.&lt;br /&gt;It totally brought back memories!!&lt;br /&gt;That happened to be both yh and my childhood. and we both missed playing that game..&lt;br /&gt;i started at a winning streak. But not long later, yonghui suddenly started trashing all of us. She was damn zai and fast! And i feel really stressed playing with her, cause she is really fast.&lt;br /&gt;Think we played that for quite long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to bathe after that. Think it was around 12 something by then already. The dirty yonghui was damn reluctant to bathe. Until we told her that she is really dirty, and she is not allowed to sleep next to us. So she went to bathe in the end, and did not wash her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think yonghui couldn't tahan after that, so she went to sleep, while karen and i started playing mario party AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;i still think it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, i think i was quite reluctant to go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But finally, at around 430, i decided to be nice to karen, and stop torturing her, especially when she dun seem to like the idea of not sleeping at all, so we decided to go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, i won't just let them go sleep like that. Not before waking yh out by poking her stomach, which she got really tickled by it. Then we gossip a little, and tease yh a little, then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at ard 830.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, that yonghui, didn't even want to change clothes before going to meet her classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with karen after that.&lt;br /&gt;So now i am, at home, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;And after this, i shall go hibernate.&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i should, i really really should, wake up to pack my messy room.&lt;br /&gt;its time to throw those jc notes that i won't use away. (that would mean almost all?)&lt;br /&gt;and then, i should prepare to pack things to move to the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;sounds quite alot, considering the state in which my room is in.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't really have that much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-1222130632393905771?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/1222130632393905771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=1222130632393905771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1222130632393905771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1222130632393905771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-either-my-face-just-got-bigger-or-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-8087463678693380181</id><published>2008-07-23T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:06:39.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i regret.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but so what?&lt;br /&gt;i should just move on&lt;br /&gt;and stop harping over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-8087463678693380181?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8087463678693380181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=8087463678693380181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8087463678693380181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8087463678693380181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-i-regret.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-2085441178201420742</id><published>2008-07-21T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:42:31.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to crash ain's school one fine day.&lt;br /&gt;my easy keasy outing, without the S.&lt;br /&gt;someone has been hiding things from us lorrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain had lessons after her break at 12 something, so we had to go to somewhere near to eat, so that she would be able to rush back to school in time.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we went to Swensens in J8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to eat baked rice initially, but changed my mind, cause pastas have like complimentary drink and ice cream and soup. Wow~&lt;br /&gt;So i ended up picking the one that karen chose, some mushroom and salmon pasta.&lt;br /&gt;it was gross. and the cream sauce was so watery. so it tasted so bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very long never talk to ain alr. so.. it has been a long time since i used that particular style of talking already. when i started using it again that day, it felt so weird. haha. i love suaning ain.&lt;br /&gt;my submissive wife..&lt;br /&gt;but no so anymore. cause she has been hiding things from me........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i miss ain. aww.. i can always complain to her, and irritate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the waitress was really funny. think yh and ain both wants her number.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SIPz0V1k6ZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ykbg5bYAiDo/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225288073220516242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SIPz0V1k6ZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ykbg5bYAiDo/s400/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i wonder when i will get to see ain the busy girl again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stay over at karen's house.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-2085441178201420742?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/2085441178201420742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=2085441178201420742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2085441178201420742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2085441178201420742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/07/went-to-crash-ains-school-one-fine-day.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SIPz0V1k6ZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ykbg5bYAiDo/s72-c/DSC00002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-6179937101197781562</id><published>2008-07-09T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:38:36.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly just got reminded about it again.&lt;br /&gt;i hate mdm hoh.&lt;br /&gt;she sucks.&lt;br /&gt;she should just get lost.&lt;br /&gt;i hate her.&lt;br /&gt;she is an evil witch.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-6179937101197781562?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/6179937101197781562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=6179937101197781562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/6179937101197781562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/6179937101197781562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-suddenly-just-got-reminded-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-3587732537964005666</id><published>2008-07-07T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:30:27.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think i should put in greater efforts to maintain my blog. Meaning, i should blog more.&lt;br /&gt;Life is really slack, and i really don't miss working life. But maybe, its cause my job really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess someday, i shall post a few pictures taken during the class outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread spending money, and i hate to deplete my savings. It doesn't help when i always feel that i want to buy more clothes/bags/shoes whenever i go out. i feel like a &lt;em&gt;bai jia nv&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. staying home to watch tv is GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;but its really borrrring.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should go library to borrow book, and read book there. sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, transport fares are SO EXPENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;and i have no subsidy for that.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, I'M JOBLESS!!&lt;br /&gt;so staying home is good!&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can consider going swimming, or start running again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i have all the money in the world, then i can go shopping everyday, and buy everything i WANT, without feeling guilty or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar roar roar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-3587732537964005666?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/3587732537964005666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=3587732537964005666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3587732537964005666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3587732537964005666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/07/think-i-should-put-in-greater-efforts.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-1040825022349522948</id><published>2008-07-02T08:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:32:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;long time to see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended work almost one month ago, and started leading my slackers life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. but till now, i still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; had the sleep so much until got headache kind of feeling. dunno whether i would get to feel that or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my driving license yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;but i bet my dad would wish otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;but actually, after yesterday, i would wish that i didn't. maybe failing, and more practice, then passing would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad said that he will not let me drive alone.&lt;br /&gt;and he commented that i am not able to see all around by myself.&lt;br /&gt;which is really true.&lt;br /&gt;i was almost unable to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;siam&lt;/span&gt; a bicyclist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely think that bicyclist should just get off the road, or they are really bringing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of inconvenience for drivers.&lt;br /&gt;like motorcycles are also quite dangerous to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;riden&lt;/span&gt;, let alone bicycles, ON THE ROAD.&lt;br /&gt;they are so unstable, so vulnerable. and they are scary.&lt;br /&gt;i would dare say that they are a possible road hazard.&lt;br /&gt;so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next thing was that when i wanted to overtake without checking properly. then just nice, there was this other car that was overtaking. then if i didn't brake in time, then i would never get to drive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this other time, were i had poor estimation. then i turned right when there was an oncoming car from afar. but then, caused i turned not-that-fast, the car ended being really close to me. then i got scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;all these is enough to leave me demoralised, and convinced that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt; pass this time round. or i would be a road hazard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i strongly believed that the situation can still be rescued. i shall just watch people drive more, and drive under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;surveillance&lt;/span&gt; of others. yah. i believe this only happens cause im new. so i still got hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT GOING TO GIVE UP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-1040825022349522948?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/1040825022349522948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=1040825022349522948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1040825022349522948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1040825022349522948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-6199882663279797268</id><published>2008-06-01T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T16:00:28.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one more week before i can bid my temporary job farewell, finally.&lt;br /&gt;then, i can welcome back all my slackiness, and laziness.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to stay home and find things to do. no matter how boring staying home is, its definitely better than being scolded by people every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana thank everyone who remembered my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;even those who remember one or two days later.. hee. at least you remembered, and bothered to wish me. so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is someone, who i want to point out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN.&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy and touched to receive her birthday card.&lt;br /&gt;she is so darn sweet.&lt;br /&gt;haha. she didn forget me, even though she is three and a half hours a plane ride away.&lt;br /&gt;so sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;she sent me a birthday card all the way from hongkong.&lt;br /&gt;and cause i hardly, or maybe even never go online nowadays, i figured that i can only say "THANK YOU KAREN" through my blog.&lt;br /&gt;so sweet of her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. then other details, i very lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;so see you soon again. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-6199882663279797268?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/6199882663279797268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=6199882663279797268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/6199882663279797268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/6199882663279797268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-more-week-before-i-can-bid-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-5471962063902288097</id><published>2008-05-20T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:45:24.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody, long time no see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, cause i decided to like come online to check how much i owe citibank(cause seriously, they don't send me my bills every month. so if they try to charge me for late payment, im going to call them up, and irritate them), i decided to shunbian update my dusty blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life recently, is kinda like a routine.&lt;br /&gt;sleep- work - eat - work - sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and its just the same everyday.&lt;br /&gt;i would totally look forward to public holidays, but seems like there is no more public holidays until my ends officially on 7June.&lt;br /&gt;and when it does end on 7june, that would be my 5th whole month working there.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i would want to extend my contract any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can be so bored, i go to the library everyday to arrange the books for them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i think my job is kinda sucky, and it gets really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;especially on friday, when there is like nothing to do, and time seriously crawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually, i would be more than ever willing to share complains with my fellow colleagues, so that i have lesser to do. but on friday, i would totally refuse to share my complains, and that is totally retarded. like.. who don't like doing less work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family gathering every fortnight.&lt;br /&gt;gets interesting, cause i think its family bonding.&lt;br /&gt;like..&lt;br /&gt;we will go to different places to have a meal everyweek, then we(daddy, mummy, sis and me) will take turn to pay.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. since im the youngest, and the poorest, and the most underpaid, they will usually go easy on me, and make me treat those cheaper ones. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Singapore Sale is starting. like wheeeee. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go on a shopping spree during GSS, but i should be careful, cause i guess my parents are still able to track my spendings.&lt;br /&gt;ok. whatever. but i do need new clothes. In fact, much much much more new clothes, cause....&lt;br /&gt;there is no school uniform in Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received a birthday present today!!&lt;br /&gt;its from people in CS.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and there was green tea tiramisu from Marriott Hotel as well.&lt;br /&gt;and i finally have a blue shirt, since i gave my one and only blue shirt to my mother, cause its so loose, that it looks like its really low cut.&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i got a cute brown  shirt also. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then there was this necklace, that can be separated into 2. so now, me, lean may, jacynth and calina all have half.&lt;br /&gt;haha. thats the best thing about cs actually.&lt;br /&gt;the JIE MEIs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went online to accept NTU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i should just take things as it comes, and not worry so much and think so much.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not expect so much, and be so demanding.&lt;br /&gt;i shall learn to make myself happy, and stop trying to make myself depressed and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall be happy with all that i have now, and all the promises made to me, and thankful for everything.&lt;br /&gt;i should be appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is never smooth sailing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-5471962063902288097?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/5471962063902288097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=5471962063902288097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5471962063902288097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-2997294082025106861</id><published>2008-04-20T09:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:48:07.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;CLASS gathering at my house!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SAqfi32DzbI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HtWi61aGrjY/s1600-h/IMG_6829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191136941952978354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2997294082025106861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2997294082025106861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/04/class-gathering-at-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/SAqfi32DzbI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HtWi61aGrjY/s72-c/IMG_6829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-8291737139978624632</id><published>2008-04-18T08:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:20:15.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes yes. i shouldn't harp over it. cause it just will make me sadder and more emo. lol.&lt;br /&gt;lets just see how things turn out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, MELLY, LETS GO FIND A BIG BIG FIELD TO SCREAM.&lt;br /&gt;i think i will feel more shuang and satisfied after that.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait till monday. i wana see those people who can go to the gathering.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is so caught up with their work, and lives now. so there is hardly time to meet.&lt;br /&gt;especially if no one organises anything,we will just not meet.&lt;br /&gt;so sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. melly.. pretend you dunno anything. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. but at least im meeting them on monday!! so exciting. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to laugh until my stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;the last time i ever saw my class was during the class gathering at my house, which i still havent put the pictures up online.&lt;br /&gt;thats so inefficient of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;i think im blogging more and more nowadays. guess im too free. cause i decided to drop jap alr, and after work everyday, i would mostly just go home.&lt;br /&gt;don't really feel like going out everday, or going home late. afterall, my dad will nag at me. so sian. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. my driving instructor praised me.&lt;br /&gt;after the instructor who commented that i drive lousier each time.&lt;br /&gt;but then, thats cause it was an autocar last night, and its damn easy to drive. cause i no need to control the clutch.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that i tend to tense my left leg whenever i break, imagining that there was a clutch for me. so lame.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. auto is better, cause i can concentrate on my surroundings more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i actually typed the above post on 18april in office before work started.&lt;br /&gt;but then, we realised later that the sites that we actually visited is actually tracked. so its actually not safe to visit blogs and other miscellaneous stuff using the office computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. today, the 19th april...&lt;br /&gt;i went cycling with karen and yonghui. it has been a long long time since i went to cycle.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, the park connector at ECP is like opened? cause we actually managed to cycle to the airport there.&lt;br /&gt;i wished we had more time. then maybe we would try to cycle to somewhere near the control tower. but today, we only reached somewhere near the budget terminal.&lt;br /&gt;but its still quite cool. cause that results in a longer distance that we can cycle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs are kinda aching now.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, after cycling, i had like obscene patches of sweat on my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hot so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i cant wait until 25th..&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-8553340318358605089</id><published>2008-04-17T08:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:38:32.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've officially decided to drop jap. i'm not even going for their test.&lt;br /&gt;think its stressing me out, and its kinda defeating the purpose of learning it. cause im supposed to be enjoying it.. i don't need it for work or anything. and the reason why i even decided to take it up was cause i was interested.&lt;br /&gt;but since its stressing me out now, and i cant really enjoy it anymore, i shall just stop learning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sad today. i'm so bothered, and i dunno what to do about it. i wish i could do something about it, and change things in some way.&lt;br /&gt;but its so sad, cause there absolutely nothing that i can do.&lt;br /&gt;all i can do, is sit back, and just emo by myself.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whines whines whines.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could scream it out, and then just change things.&lt;br /&gt;then again, i hope that things may not be so bad. i wish that its just me thinking and worrying too much. i wish its just me being too bored, imagining things.&lt;br /&gt;i wish..&lt;br /&gt;i pray..&lt;br /&gt;i beg that...&lt;br /&gt;everything is fine, and that its just me worrying for nothing..&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so emo now.&lt;br /&gt;emo emo emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. eileen blogged..&lt;br /&gt;but not without being emo..&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;please let things work out. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-8553340318358605089?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-2336244412493863388</id><published>2008-04-12T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:21:41.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to blog about the the class gathering at my house like damn long ago.&lt;br /&gt;basically, i just wanted to post some pictures, and write a short writeup, but i guess my computer refuse to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;its like crawling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it has been a dman long time since i every blogged.&lt;br /&gt;and today, i shall blog for the sake of KAREN, who just returned from hongkong with my facemask and stuff. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine day, which i hope will arrive, i shall post pictures of the class gathering as well as the CS chalet on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like the first saturday since damn long ago, since i stayed home all day on a saturday, slacking. tomorrow will be the same. i kind of miss the feeling, but it feels damn on life. feels like i'm back to the a level period, where i have to worry about an exam, and have to be cooped at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is that i have my jap test on tuesday. so it totally feels like a levels time, where i would sit at home, lie on my bed, and do anything but study, until i managed to summon all my discipline, and strength to get out of bed and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like lying on my bed, and hope that tuesday never comes.&lt;br /&gt;but then, tuesday have to come, before 25 april would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so reluctant to study jap. i feel like such a lazy bum.&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly, i kind of regret taking on jap. argh. another additional burden.&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i shall take on new things to enrich myself.&lt;br /&gt;its another skill.&lt;br /&gt;useful for me in future, cause i definitely want to go japan for a tour someday in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyday, i would look forward to 31st may. my last day of work.&lt;br /&gt;i am definitely not going to extend my stupid contract, cause if i ever do so, i must have been 10 screws loose, and everyone should just send me to institute of mental health, cause its totally not sound for me to ever want to make such a moronic decision.&lt;br /&gt;i am not about to try to make myself feel more irritated and tortured by that number of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i wake up hoping that its friday. or best, a sunday, cause then, i definitely won't need to go work. work sucks. boss just gets meaner by the day, and i feel more and more like a slave as days pass.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think i exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;but then, it just sucks cause the job is just so boring.&lt;br /&gt;hearing petty people ramble and complain over the phone just cause of the smallest problem.&lt;br /&gt;such lazy bums.&lt;br /&gt;(think i am like being damn mean now. its quite unethical. but heck, do i freaking give a damn?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to me complain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i got turned down 3 times when i tried to ask for leave is such a turn off.&lt;br /&gt;i mean like, come on, i am just a temporary staff.&lt;br /&gt;what do you expect from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe, it might have been my fault. cause its the 3rd consecutive day where i asked for an off/leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, as i said, i am just another temporary staff.&lt;br /&gt;the first 2 days i took are for like interview for university admission. so obviously i deserve an off. like do you expect me to give up uni admission just to hear a few more lazy bums complain?&lt;br /&gt;pls, i rather hear myself complain. like who wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part.&lt;br /&gt;its my break now.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i take the time to take on another new language?&lt;br /&gt;even if it requires me to take like leave only one hours earlier every week?&lt;br /&gt;so what.&lt;br /&gt;why cant i change my mind, or take on new things just cause i never declare that during interview?&lt;br /&gt;what kind of crap lah.&lt;br /&gt;if you are so dissatisfied with me wanting/needing to leave early, you can jollywell end the contract earlier. you know, i won't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, maybe these few days, i can start leaving later. at like 630 everyday, and ot on somedays, if i feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those days where i am enthu about ot have long passed.&lt;br /&gt;over since the time you wanted to send me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i think i feel a little dizzy now. i think i should go and find choco to eat lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah. this seems like a rather long post.&lt;br /&gt;considering the fact that i damn long never blog, i think its quite justified.&lt;br /&gt;cant believe i didn blog for the whole month of march, considering i was addicted to blogging in the past. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to public holidays..&lt;br /&gt;cause.......&lt;br /&gt;i dun need to work. and its bookout for ns guys also right?&lt;br /&gt;whee whee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-2336244412493863388?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/2336244412493863388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=2336244412493863388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2336244412493863388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2336244412493863388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wanted-to-blog-about-the-class.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-7191623626160146241</id><published>2008-02-29T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:42:04.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;the time crawls, but the days passes really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often catch myself being mean and horrible.&lt;br /&gt;i quite hate that side of me, but on the other hand, i would be wondering about whats wrong with being that way, if its just another way for me to express my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;so whats wrong with being myself? because if i force myself to do things that i don't like, then i will not be myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;more often than not, i will give myself reasons to convince myself that what i am doing is not exactly that sinful, and its quite justified.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, on what grounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i met ys and yh yesterday in town to shop. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i think.. its a long time since 3 of us gathered. the last time was i dunno when. and actually, its quite nice to shop with them.. and... its nice to meet up with old friends....&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i wana go taiwan with ys this year!!! not fair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i think i should openly praise karen here.&lt;br /&gt;i think her blog is really entertaining. cause there is like... hints of sarcasm here and there, which really tickles me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i really look forward to meeting her. cause maybe she can help me buy things from hk. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i still do miss S07, cause it has been quite a long long time since we last met up.&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, peilian. i miss you too!&lt;br /&gt;maybe you can try updating me to tell me what you are doing now.. like.. after you quit your cs job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that most people have the time to like read magazines, surf the net at work. but i cant. i would be really thankful if they send me one less turbo to ask me to avail when i am already coughing like nobody's bloody business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dun really blog about my life nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;i figured that part of the reason was cause its like.. just a routine.&lt;br /&gt;and i am not sure whether i can blog about those funny and retarded things subs can do. later i get sued. i got no money ah.&lt;br /&gt;ok. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;wait till i got something that i really want to blog about, then i shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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its not really my fault, cause the job as a cso can be quite draining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.....&lt;br /&gt;i dread 845 every morning, and look forward to the lunch slot that i am in, whichever one it is. and then look forward to 615, when that damned hotline will be closed.&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch everyday, i will feel soooo sleepy, and i have to try damn hard to keep myself awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. at least, for the movie today, our darling rose/lily found it quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;i decided that i shouldn't watch movies that i know the story already beforehand. its totally no surprise, and it can get damn borrrring.&lt;br /&gt;argh. i should have watched the show before i read the book lor. cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy stopped irritating me more or less. i guess he got over it.&lt;br /&gt;as long as i dun go out and drink until i get drunk, i think he is ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;but then.. after daddy decided to stop irritating me, mummy started irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. i am turning into such a patient girl man.&lt;br /&gt;despite them coming after me every other day, i will still try to go home early whenever i can to show my face and please them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone, please give me a round of applause. i am getting more and more filial by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i am sick and tired of being sarcastic throughout this whole post.&lt;br /&gt;i think i should just go and bathe, so that i MIGHT be happier.&lt;br /&gt;this post is crap, so please just ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote it so that i could replace the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all your attention.&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-1338208444204171898?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-3692968447751387004</id><published>2008-02-03T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T02:43:47.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm really worried for suzanna now. i think... its getting serious. i hope she is ok. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i should not blog about tonight, in case i get grounded permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i can only conclude that lemon is evil. cause she... actually moved all the guys to her shift, and there are 5 pple in her shift lah.&lt;br /&gt;then the other shift, which is the one that i am in, have only 4 pple. then, we have like 55 abandoned calls today, which is like one quarter of the calls today. that is bad.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hope that she wakes up her idea, and stop trying to torture the other shift.&lt;br /&gt;its so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;even grace and priya is complaining about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i played pool like twice today. once was with qin, and the other was with friends from office.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i better not anyhow use the word colleague, in case they start calling me colleague poh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;And the game with qin was ok, cause at least, i got win got lose. but towards the end, i was like quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at night, we went to play pool again, and that time, i played with james. i still cant believe that he won me like 2 times out of 3 times lah. especially when thats the way that he actually holds his stupid stick.&lt;br /&gt;luckily yonghua never say tt he will challenge me, cause he can like trash james lah.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, the first time was cause i shot the black ball in prematurely, and the 2nd time was that my white ball followed my black ball in. then at least, the third time, i won him lah.&lt;br /&gt;then when i play with jacynth, i won cause she shot the black ball in.&lt;br /&gt;cant stand it lah. after pool that night, i was damn demoralised alr, cause i lost to whoever i played with.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, i should just admit that i am plain lousy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should thank wilson for sending us home.&lt;br /&gt;and i have decided that i will stop going out everyday next week.&lt;br /&gt;i should just go back to my old habit-- chiong home everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i sincerely hope that daddy would stop restricting me lah.&lt;br /&gt;cause its making me feel like shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. thats all. i'm not going to go on.&lt;br /&gt;but i hope that suzanna is ok. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;pls dun get exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think i am so going to lose my voice.&lt;br /&gt;so i wonder what i will be doing on monday then. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i think i didnt really keep to the promise i made for calina. oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-1678886056918653497</id><published>2008-01-27T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T09:17:17.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a long day.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i dun think that it has ended for me yet.&lt;br /&gt;YET.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, it was a FUN day. haha. long and good.&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, i had driving lessons, and the stupid instructor was evil enough cause he thought that i didn't know when to change gear, when i actually didn't change gear, cause i thought he was supposed to tell me before i was allowed to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the afternoon, i thought that the CS outing was not on, cause no one told me about it, so i wasn't prepared.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, i went home to change after driving lesson, and headed to town. if the outing wasn't on, i would probably have headed home to hibernate.&lt;br /&gt;i was the last one to reach town, and i didn't even know the place where they were having chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe that they were eating lunch only at 4plus lah. then we went on to shop a while at far east, and the guys were liked forced to help us carry our things.&lt;br /&gt;they were reluctant though. fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched "the mist". i think it was a stupid show. cause the ending was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i think they should refund me my money. especially after they wasted my time lor. my precious 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;its totally a josh sam kind of movie, with all sorts of weird alien-like animals moving around.&lt;br /&gt;let me spoil it for you. the stupid ending, was really dumb.&lt;br /&gt;it was that this guy, drove the car out of the stupid supermarket where he actually seeked shelter along with his son, his newfound lover sort of female, as well as this old couple i think. then he wanted to commit suicide, and he realised that he only had 4 bullets, when there were 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, he killed everyone else, leaving himself exasperated. so when he walked out of his car, he realised that all the other people were actually being saved, which means he killed those other people for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;bottomline is that the show is really lame, and totally not worth my ten dollars. so please dun watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. after the movie, it was around 9 already. then i headed down to clark quay to meet the 2nd group of friends for the day - people from S07!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;let me name everyone. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;there was peilian, serene (damn surprisingly, she didn't ps. everyone,please give her a round of applause), terence, josh sam, lijian, amos, john, derrick. and peilian's friend also came to join us. we ate dinner at this cheap and nice place, which serene complained. (she will never stop complaining one, she is so hard to satisfy. only lijian can satisfy her lah.)&lt;br /&gt;then we went on to brewerkz to drink beer.&lt;br /&gt;imagine. i think chandra should totally have been there lah, since he acts totally like an uncle who would drink beer.&lt;br /&gt;(peilian said that she can imagine him at our table, drinking his own beer.) anyway, we drank for so long, and my face was rosy by the time we finished drinking. and everyone else drank something normal, only i drank stout. it wasn't that torturous, but it wasn't that nice as well. but since i paid for it, i better finish it.&lt;br /&gt;We started playing finger games as well, but everyone's reactions were damn slow, cause i think everyone all going to fall asleep already.&lt;br /&gt;then we were like.. chased out of the place around 1 something, cause they wanted to close the place. so we took a stroll along clark quay, and wanted to go to Crazy Elephant initially, cause there was supposedly a live band. but i guess the live band performance was over. so we just went to watch people do the bungee thingy.&lt;br /&gt;then after that, we decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;BUT before that, we wanted to go to the toilet. initially, we wanted to go to the toilet at the mrt station, but to our horror, it was closed.&lt;br /&gt;so we walked around, and finally found a DARK toilet somewhere outside the central. so since i was damn urgent, i had no choice. with my handphone, and its fantastic function(the LIGHT function), it made peeing in the dark toilet possible, though without the light, it was quite scary.&lt;br /&gt;we cam whore for a while, missed a bus, and then caught the next bus, and went back.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot remember how long the bus journey was, but i could only remember that i slept almost the whole way through, cause i was damn shagged, and it was around 230 in the morning already.&lt;br /&gt;they are so annoying you know.. the stupid night rider service. they dun go to kembangan lah. so how am i supposed to go home huh?&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, i went peilian's house, cause i am definitely unwilling to spend 20 bucks cabbing home.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so i have to stay awake until the first bus next morning, cause i cannot live without specs, or contacts.&lt;br /&gt;and thankfully, peilian was willing to bring me home. if not i can sleep on the roads already.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;eventful,&lt;br /&gt;and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these were some of the pictures we took at the bus stop... The 4 girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159956302597487458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R5vY6yjce2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/HcKMWaWLZFM/s400/DSC00065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R5vZtCjce6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/jKsUHxlOtwI/s1600-h/DSC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159957165885914018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R5vZtCjce6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/jKsUHxlOtwI/s400/DSC00071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The class photo..&lt;br /&gt;the attendance today was around the same as yesterday's. just that.. yesterday, there were more girls, and today, there were more guys.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159956530230754162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R5vZICjce3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/3C51l3jwFkA/s400/DSC00066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dao guys, only josh sam was smiling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R5vZVSjce4I/AAAAAAAAANA/NUkpl7opouI/s1600-h/DSC00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159956757864020866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R5vZVSjce4I/AAAAAAAAANA/NUkpl7opouI/s400/DSC00067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone is smiling. hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-1678886056918653497?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/1678886056918653497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=1678886056918653497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1678886056918653497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1678886056918653497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-was-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R5vY6yjce2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/HcKMWaWLZFM/s72-c/DSC00065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-8276123694878612701</id><published>2008-01-22T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:04:57.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss school.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dun mind mdm hoh scolding me for my earrings, for my hairband, for talking during assembly or maybe even accusing me of cheating. cause i would really rather be in school than where i am now.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the exterminator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and reliving those memories with licia only made me feel more nostalgic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"erm. during pe today, something damn funny happened.cause serene forgot to wear her dark blue sajc shorts, she was trying to hide from mr ho when he was checking people.then in the end, she chose to hide behind paul.then paul started walking away, cause he wanted to go stand on the chair.then serene was trying to walk behind him, desperately trying to continue hiding.then i found it really funny, so i started laughing.then serene herself also started laughing really loudly.that paul didn know that was going on.then mr ho realised, and caught her.then she had to go and do push ups.it was damn funny, cause she was cao geng-ing her push ups.then mr ho asked her how come she bow so fast.haha. it was damn funny, cause serene's push ups is just moving her head, and a little of her arm. then her butt wasn't down. haha. it was damn funny.then all the girls were laughing until going to die already. we were like sitting on the ground, and laughing like mad.wahh. damn funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha. then there was this other incident, that was quite funny, but then, i didn get a close view of it, cause i was standing all the way at the other side when it happened.chandra, when trying to kick the ball and try to shoot, he slipped and fell.haha. damn funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chandra scratched his butt infront of the class during maths tutorial one day. hahaha. and me and peilian both saw it. then we started laughing hysterically. Chandra started saying that he can explain, in his zao xia voice. hahaha. but in the end, he didn't get any chance to explain what his hand was doing at the area near his ass. heeheehee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"today during our one hour break before econs, we were hanging around outside LT4. then peilian started saying that she wanted to borrow my maths tutorial. then since i remembered lending it to serene already, i asked her for it.then she took it out, and told peilian that it is "her one" (refering to me.) then, peilian told serene that it was "hers". then serene went, :yah lah, her one lah". Peilian, "hers". serene, "yah lah. the maths tutorial is her one." "hers"then me, sitting by the side, started to find this really amusing, and funny, cause serene didn't realise that peilian was correcting her, and she kept going her one.then in the end, we all (i think) started to laugh.then, suddenly, regina, who is sitting beside me all this while, went to ask serene, "eh. this file your one ah?"then immediately, i started laughing out loud, and couldn stop laughing.then i told serene what regina just said, then she BURST INTO HER CONTAGIOUS LAUGHTER. then everyone started laughing.haha. it was damn funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chandra made S07 proud.today during econs lecture, the borrrrrring econs lecturer asked a question. then chandra answered her. then she asked for our class. then chandra said S-oh-seven. but then, the teacher registered it as S27 apparently, and said something like, "S27? dun bluff".then chandra said, "S-oh-seven. i never bluff".haha. then our class burst out laughing.then the teacher praised him and said that he was paying attention or something.then chandra happily turned behind and said, "YAH. i made the class proud AH."hahaha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joey and Terence cutting each other's hair earlier this week because Mdm Ho told them to cut it.the process is damn funny. especially when you see joey screaming at terence, asking him to cut his hair properly. haha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was this GP assignment that was given a few weeks back. In that GP assignment, there was this question where I didn know how to do. Peilian also happened to not know how to do it. Quite a few people didn know how to do it too. So in the end, we all (Me, Regina, Peilian and Derrick) copied from Serene, who did some research online about that. Then in the end, 3 of us, (me, peilian and derrick) got 2 marks for the question, while serene and regina both only got 1 mark. Then the worst thing was that the 5 of us had the same answer. word for word.But the weird thing was that she only realised that me, peilian and derrick had the same answers. So she wrote:On peilian's paper: "Same as Eileen?"On my paper: "Same as Peilian?"On derrick's paper: "Same as Peilian and Eileen?"She completely left serene and regina out, though we had the same answers."&lt;br /&gt;for a picture of it, pls refer to the 9Feb entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"josh siao's group was supposed to do some presentation. then at the end, during the asking question section, the rest of his group stood somewhere at the side, leaving him in the middle to answer all the questions.then he stood infront of the projector, and the trolley. then the way he stood made the trolley look like his podium, and the projector thing to look like his might.then there was this point of time, he even like reached out for his so-called "mike".Cause i heard john sebastian talking telling his fellow group members that the trolley looked like josh siao's podium, and the projector like his mike, i decided to pass it on to regina, cause i really found it funny.then apparently, she passed it on to serene and derrick.There was this point of time, when he really talked until kinda "ji dong". then serene said, in the midst of her laughter, "i vote for you".haha. it was damn funny.but anyway, he really was talking like he was trying to convince people to vote for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"anyway, we first felt the tremors a few minutes before physics tutorial ended. it was like.. melly, amanda, regina and peilian that side suddenly had a commotion. then while turning to face them, i felt my chair shaking slightly.chandra was sleeping at that time. then derrick woke him up. i bet derrick used the ultra sarcastic method, then chandra woke up panicking.. like jumping around, and "huh huh huh".then we were there laughing at chandra.paul was consulting mdm ho at that time. then both of them felt the table shaking. but then, each of them thought that it was the other party who was shaking the table.its really amusing, and kinda funny, although this whole incident wasn't meant to be funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;then the next time people felt the tremors, and i didn feel it, was before chem spa. we were walking up to the forth level, heading to the toilet before we would go to the chem lab. then we met some teacher who was on her way down. then she was saying that got tremors again, then ask us to go to the field.i didn believe her initially, then i thought that she was joking.then i thought that it was a false alarm, cause i didn feel anything. so cause i didn want to go all the way down, and climb up again, i started saying that i wana stay there and wait. until they make announcement.then in the end, we saw many pple walking out of their classes, and pple walking out of the cafe towards the track area. then we realised that there was really tremor just now, then decided to head to the track.this time, it was derrick and joey who were the funny ones.cause they were in the library that time, then they decided to stand up and leave the library cause it was time for chem spa.then when they stood up, the whole library stood up and followed. haha. then in the end, they all came down to the track there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amos came to school on thursday to realise that someone actually put a lock to his locker.Peilian saw him in the morning, then she said hi. but Amos not only didn't respond to her, he also looked damn pissed.then it was only during chem when he announced that someone put a lock to his locker.and it sounded damn funny, like which crazy person actually went to put a lock to someone else's locker.lol.then during this break, i went to my locker to take my chem notes. then i noticed a note that amos pasted on his locker.it said something like, "dear mystery person, please remove the lock by 630pm today (26 April)"damn funny.then during gp, those people from integrated GP class didn't have lessons. then they went to the locker area to try and fiddle with the lock.yeah. then in the end, they managed to remove the lock. then they came up with a whole series of things to fool amos about. its damn funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i remember laughing when the tutor said something about AC circuits would kill, but DC won't.then this fellow student was like saying something like.. "DC current won't mess the pumping of your heart. it will just burn your heart."instantaneously, i thought of regina's claims that mdm ho has a black heart. and i immediately found a link to it.Mdm ho must have burnt her heart using a DC circuit!then i started laughing, and tried to tell that to mel.and mel told me that i was mean.haha. i shall tell regina this tmr."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"anyway, last night, peilian called me at 2244, and i was sleeping at that time.then she wanted to ask me some physics things.when she realised that i was sleeping, she wanted to hang up.but apparently, i told her that i was awake already.lol. i don't know why i said that, but i was definitely not awake.then i started talking rubbish, and anyhow answer the questions she asked me.then today, peilian started accusing me of lying to her. lol.but anyway, she told me i started asking what day it was tomorrow, and what time she was waking up tmr.lol. i really don't know why i did that. but lol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we were at the cc for chem lect.. den ppl started passing around this note that said 'there's a bat on the ceiling'. yup. thought it was from amos.. but nope, it came frm somewhere frm the back.. anw amos was like saying that it's a prank to get ppl to look up.. so pass to qin den me den i pass to melly.. den she passed it in front.. den the three guys in front reading the note looked up all at the same time. haha. damn funny la. den we passed it around.. chandra's reaction was also damn funny. he looked up then cannot find the bat then he start looking up and AROUND. haha. den we passed the note to gerry.. and mel wrote on the paper to gerry in BIG letters in BLACK. haha. so cannot pass around le. anw, gerry and joey didn't get it. nvm. we understand some ppl are WOLS and we're nice ppl. ((: haha. so bad. =X anw.. sometime after that, mrs leow was going thru the exercise.. and den she caught someone looking up.. and she was like why u look up? very interesting meh? den everyone started laughing. haha.think the person caught was someone frm s08. lol. yup. so mrs leow, if u're wondering why everyone laughed,this is the answer. ((: see i'm so nice, enlighten u. LOL. =X"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kk. wat did we do on mon... AAHH. STERLING lecture. aha. i wasn't listening during the F1 lect. =X at least others were.. then they got qns. otherwise the poor lecturer will be so sad. haha. we were playing bingo during lect lor. lol. but sit in rows quite hard to play. =.='' anw, gerry and john were having this angel-mortal msn convo on paper.. haha. cos gerry is john's angel and john is gerry's mortal. yeeepp. then the girls started entering the convo and spamming. lol. then got break.. then yet another sterling lecture. but this time, the lecturer was missing! yay. haha. so we stayed in the cc and started going mad. u know in msn u can send nudges? well,eileen started sending nudges. =.='' and we passed the nudges to derrick, eileen's angel cos she's hating him for not writing to her. haha. some kind of love-hate relationship. ahaha. =X then passed boxes,kisses, prods and pokes. =.='' lol. see my class is uber lame. and then eileen passed a poke to li jian.. who was sitting in front of her. den li jian pass to this guy sitting in front of him laaaa. LOL. and i think the guys was an indian scholar? dunno la. lol. anw it was damn funny can. and the LOOK on the guy's face was CLASSIC man. x) and den the 4 ppl started intro-ing themselves.. li jian, josh sam, nic, and shea? and maybe some others, dunno la. den we were like, oh look, he's made new friends. LOL. damn funny can. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those days where i can like just have fun and laugh until my stomach ache, then come home to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;then read it again, and laugh about how stupid those times were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh. i really miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;i miss school, i miss S07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least.. this is the long overdue class photo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R5X3tqdCLWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wxkOc9Opte4/s1600-h/IMG_5497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158301312085011810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R5X3tqdCLWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wxkOc9Opte4/s400/IMG_5497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R5X3RKdCLVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/k-mJOlILg2E/s1600-h/IMG_5365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158300822458740050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R5X3RKdCLVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/k-mJOlILg2E/s400/IMG_5365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/35832120-8276123694878612701?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8276123694878612701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=8276123694878612701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8276123694878612701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8276123694878612701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-school.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R5X3tqdCLWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wxkOc9Opte4/s72-c/IMG_5497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-630208922390901625</id><published>2008-01-21T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:10:42.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have decided to stop harping over it&lt;br /&gt;cause i realised that if i were to keep complaining about it&lt;br /&gt;i will never get over it.&lt;br /&gt;i will just get more and more upset each time i complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still&lt;br /&gt;i can't help feeling that bit of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;maybe a bit more than a bit&lt;br /&gt;maybe much much more than a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but forget it,&lt;br /&gt;because complaining will get me no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. but i still cant help wanting to scream&lt;br /&gt;and pull off her hair.&lt;br /&gt;and tell her that &lt;em&gt;xiaohong&lt;/em&gt; is not a name for her to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;i shall be, and i better be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a &lt;em&gt;zaofan&lt;/em&gt; day&lt;br /&gt;cause apparently, monday was a busy day, and those who is able to OT, are encouraged to OT.&lt;br /&gt;but i was too disgusted and annoyed to actually stay for OT.&lt;br /&gt;because after i worked hard for you, this is all you can give me to.&lt;br /&gt;throw me some lame reasons, and then kick me outside.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for preparing me for the unscrupulous working world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only i didn't stay for OT, i dragged my king, susu along.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to bugis, to consume our long overdue dosage of sakae sushi.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to find her contacts.&lt;br /&gt;and yay.. we have to go back another day to get it.&lt;br /&gt;before 8&lt;br /&gt;so that would mean.....&lt;br /&gt;another zaofan day.&lt;br /&gt;i would really love to make that very day fall on tuesday, but too bad, the woman said tt we cannot come on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;so it had to be on thursday then.&lt;br /&gt;so this week, i only intend to work ot on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;but thats provided she dun piss me off enough to force me to not call anyone by 1feb.&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i ought to wear specs tmr, if not i might just die of brain cancer.&lt;br /&gt;i am having headaches for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;feels like something squeeze on your head for a moment, and then let go again.&lt;br /&gt;for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope tomorrow will be good.&lt;br /&gt;i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-630208922390901625?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/630208922390901625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=630208922390901625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/630208922390901625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/630208922390901625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-decided-to-stop-harping-over-it.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-8732533266192488606</id><published>2008-01-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:48:42.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things suddenly took an unexpectedly expected turn. not like i totally wasn't informed, its just that i didn't detect anything. i wonder, why did it come as fast as it left?&lt;br /&gt;but then again, its nothing concerning me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, with ys and yh, was good (:&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, a good way to mark the end of one week, though by the end of the day, i was so tired until i could only drag my feet all the way from the mrt station back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that wyh, she was late lah. that horrible little wong. we were supposed to meet at 113o, but she smsed midnight to change it to 12, cause she wanted to watch her touching brokeback mountain in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, cause i ended driving earlier, i met ys earlier. then we started roaming around bugis. then at 1203, when we called yonghui.. GUESS WHERE SHE WAS?&lt;br /&gt;she gave an expected answer.. she was at home..&lt;br /&gt;ROARRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least, she managed to appease me by volunteering to treat me to lunch later on. haha. and of course, the usually cheapskate me, definitely cannot resist.&lt;br /&gt;but cause i understand its WRONG to exploit my ex best friend, so i paid her i think $2.20. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we wanted to go to our haji road, but we didnt know the way.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for yh at the mrt station, me and ys already tried to plan our route using the map alr. then in end, we still couldn't find it, cause i imagined everything wrongly. haha. then we walked around, trying to find haji road, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, we had no choice, so we made our way back to the mrt station to look at the locality map, like we are some tourists. hahaha. and we managed to find our way there, only to realise tt most of the shops, or rather almost none of the shops were open. so we made a wasted trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to go to this other place to shop, then when we went there, the mall already changed into something else. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so we just ate apple strudel there.&lt;br /&gt;then we realised that there was a manicure shop next door, and the price was reasonable according to ys.&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to go there to do manicure after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... guess what.&lt;br /&gt;ys went into the shop jobless, and came out employed.&lt;br /&gt;haha. she is going to learn how to do manicure, and be a manicurist lah.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. maybe i can ask her to help me paint. then i dun need to visit shops lor. so expensive. tsk tsk tsk. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to raffles city, and then to suntec, and then to marina sq, where i bought 3 new books.&lt;br /&gt;so now i have 5 books waiting for me to read. heehee. so exciting. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-8732533266192488606?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8732533266192488606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=8732533266192488606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8732533266192488606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8732533266192488606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-suddenly-took-unexpectedly.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-3277230081806353</id><published>2008-01-15T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:28:33.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i should really arrange to meet up with at least one person a week man. it would totally serve as a good way to relieve stress, or maybe to keep me sane as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took my BTT this afternoon, which of course, i passed. ha. if i failed, i probably would have killed myself, cause it would have been so darn embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with yonghui in town after that. we thought that i would actually reach first, but in the end, cause i had to queue up for the PDL, i reached later than her in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yh is a clown man. cause ys and i were like.. asking her whether she wanted to learn jap with us, but she was like saying NO. but in the end, she realised that she has excess money, and so she decided to learn jap. but obviously, since we registered 2 weeks ago, yh didn get into the same class as ys and i in the end. but its expected lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, i think the most retarded thing that we did tonight, was that we went to far east to eat, cause we wanted to go back to the chicken rice stall that we went to before we went for rike last time. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and we decided to have a feast there, since we both were quite hungry. so in the end, we just ordered chicken rice, &lt;em&gt;heh jian&lt;/em&gt;, and she ordered some vege.&lt;br /&gt;then we forgot that both of us did not really have cash with us. so much for this era, where we all rely on techonology. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, i think the bill was like $17.90.&lt;br /&gt;yh had five $2 notes with her, and i only had 2. and we had some precious coins.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, we tried our best to dig out as much money as possible. but in the end, the auntie sort of gave up lah. i think we were short of maybe 40-50cents. then the auntie just said that she give us discount lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. we met snr elaine there. so i was like damn prepared to ask her whether she can spare us some money if the auntie is not willing to let go. haha. thankfully, she did lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it would be good to meet up with someone everyweek. then maybe i got something to look forward to everyweek. haha. its proven that it works k. i used that during a levels pls. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-3277230081806353?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-1061437701793588614</id><published>2008-01-12T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T16:55:22.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YOU BLOODY &lt;em&gt;GIANPENG&lt;/em&gt; BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;YOU BLOODY CHEAPSKATE, MISER, PILE OF SHIT KENASAI&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell, you are so free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can scold, and blog about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-1061437701793588614?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/1061437701793588614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>suddenly, my apology is worth nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;, just came out as naturally as an ok would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;, would help kill the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;, is now worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;,  just another something, that i am forced to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. thats the price to pay, if that makes people happier, and more satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;what superficial people.&lt;br /&gt;demanding for a sorry, thats worth absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, a &lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt;, is worth slightly more.&lt;br /&gt;because, usually, my &lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt;, would be a genuine one.&lt;br /&gt;with much lesser pretence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-2661515800932637202?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/2661515800932637202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=2661515800932637202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2661515800932637202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2661515800932637202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/01/suddenly-my-apology-is-worth-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-4907920391744804139</id><published>2008-01-04T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T13:16:15.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hongkong is a nice place to go free and easy with friends, or at least people with the same kind of interest as you. haha. its a pity we didn't really get to play enough of bridge, and yonghui simply cannot appreciate the beauty of that game. so i guess she didn't really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;so in summary, hongkong was just walking around the whole day, until you get damn tired. haha. but it was quite fun though.&lt;br /&gt;i should really thank karen, and shukman for accompaning us, and bringing us around.&lt;br /&gt;Karen especially, her and her few days with us, and getting into trouble with her grandma, and i should thank her for tolerating me calling her noob all the time. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the christmas party with S07 on 2Jan was good as well, though i was damn upset to hear from josh sam that my santa might not get me anything. i am such a nice santa, why should i deserve a horrible santa right? but in the end, i stopped whining after my santa came, and josh sam verified that he did get something for me.&lt;br /&gt;and.... to my horror, (i shouldn't be so mean, but its ok to be frank, especially in my own blog), terence drew my name lah. in the first place, i wanted, and insisted on redrawing names the last time was just so that her won't be my santa. but in the end, he was still my santa.&lt;br /&gt;i was so sure he wasn't my santa before that, cause i didn't hear any howling from him after he drew names lah. but then again, the reason why i didn't hear any howling, or mockery, was cause at that time, i was far away from where they were, in mel's room, dealing with the awards presentation thingy.&lt;br /&gt;but at least, i got something. thats something that i should be pleased and satisfied about.&lt;br /&gt;though the gift was a little.. unexpected. And to a certain extent, it was kinda funny. its some book.. thats written is hokkien, chinese and english, mixed together. thats so terence. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next day, me and ys went job hunting together, as well as register for jap.&lt;br /&gt;i decided to stop working for mummy already, cause i decided that my ambition is not to be a robot, working non stop like some moron. so i shall just get a job, and just work with it, until may or something.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i must, and should persevere working there, so that i won't break contracts, and have to end up being penalised.&lt;br /&gt;choy. touchwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally hate the cost of travelling. its so darn ex.&lt;br /&gt;then the annoying recruit express guy from the tampines branch made me travel there from town, just to fill in a form. i thought he would at least give me an interview, so that i can pass through the recruit express stage or something. i was damn annoyed to hear him say that i might have to go back another day to be interviewed again.&lt;br /&gt;i bet he was angry that i implied that he was old. it was totally an accident ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at night, the recruit express orchard branch called me to go for an interview with SPH today. and yes, i went. i walked until my feet got blistered, cause of the heels. and i think my sister's heels has my blood there now.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, i was stupid enough to be looking for the stupid bus stop, and end up walking so freaking long, trying to find an opposite direction the bus goes in, when its just those kind with loop service, no opposite side one.&lt;br /&gt;my feet hurts now.&lt;br /&gt;then after that, its not all. i still had to go to delphi orchard to help my mum do something.&lt;br /&gt;then after that, i still had to walk to taka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;so my feet hurts now, with many, uncountable blisters.&lt;br /&gt;i deserve some rest.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-4907920391744804139?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/4907920391744804139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=4907920391744804139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/4907920391744804139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/4907920391744804139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2008/01/hongkong-is-nice-place-to-go-free-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-869484123745942816</id><published>2007-12-24T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:49:24.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;haha. incase if you don't know, i went there on lets see, wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i turned 13, i stopped looking forward to trips to genting, cause it has became a yearly affair. usually, i only visit that place once a year, in december, but this year, i went there twice. cause in the middle of the year, i went there despite having block tests just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;i still remember myself sitting at starbucks, trying to study econs, when everyone else dumped me to go to the casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, just like last year, and the year before, and dunno how many years before, i didn't step into the outdoor theme park at all, cause all those games are already considered boring. nothing new, and i have taken them many many times before already.&lt;br /&gt;so this time, i spent my time sleeping till noon, and then squeezing through the crowd to shop.&lt;br /&gt;i love cheap and nice things. haha. and since they are having sale there, there are obviously many things that would suit my wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think, this trip, the most fruitful thing for me, was to go watch richard clayderman.&lt;br /&gt;haha. though secretly in my heart, i was hoping that it was maksim instead. but richard clayderman was good too!&lt;br /&gt;my aunt just made a passing remark whether i would like to go with my other aunts for his concert, cause apparently, they only needed 8 genting points to get his ticket, and they all thought that it was very worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watched warlords in genting as well.&lt;br /&gt;haha. its much cheaper to watch movie there, and plus, cause its daddy paying, he was like saying that we should just take their osim seats.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, he didn't feel so comfortable that he ended up sleeping, cause that would be too embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;er.. ever since i watched troy, i understood the fact that there is never a good ending for those war related shows. those spurting of blood occurs so often, that its like nothing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i realised that they allowed kids into the cinema, even though there were ratings rightfully. but its ok. cause i went into the cinema to watch alexander when i was like 16, or 17 i think.&lt;br /&gt;but heck. i find the story a bit weird. like.. why did jet li do that? perhaps, i do not think complicated enough to fully understand what he is doing. ok. whatever. but watch 2 handsome guy move around the show is good enough. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i figured that i am not heng enough to go genting the time jolin will go for her concert. but its ok, cause i don't like the arena of stars. i think singapore's indoor stadium is much better. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can declare that my blog entry to china would never exist. hahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-869484123745942816?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/869484123745942816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=869484123745942816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/869484123745942816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/869484123745942816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-back-from-malaysia.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-2952754035948018565</id><published>2007-12-14T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T19:55:15.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my first practical lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;and sadly, it rained.&lt;br /&gt;then the instructor was like complaining that it sucked to be raining during my first practical lesson. and he went on to complain that raining made him have headache.&lt;br /&gt;haha. he should thank me for not "zam-ing" the break at all. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start with what happened in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit that i was a fool, cause firstly, i made 2 trips to the driving centre, cause i was cheated into believing that i needed to make the stupid pass before i could go for my first lesson. yeah. i imagined the instructor asking for my pass to check.&lt;br /&gt;then i only realised that it wasn't necessary when i asked the guy who was making the pass for me.&lt;br /&gt;and it was stupid. cause i went down early to make it.&lt;br /&gt;i reached the place like around 10. and my practical lesson was like 235.&lt;br /&gt;that is so, cause the stupid place that makes the pass is only open from 9-11, and then 230-530.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think i need not explain anymore. i'm sure you all can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second reason why i am a fool.. is cause...&lt;br /&gt;the very first time i went to the driving centre, i alighted one stop later.&lt;br /&gt;the second time i went to the driving centre, which is today, i alighted one stop earlier.&lt;br /&gt;then cause i was damn lazy, i just took a bus one more stop. who cares about the 35cents. i am tired. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, cause i realised that the driving centre don't have any place where i can like sit down to slack, i decided to just go to bedok interchange to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the library to read a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;wah. there was this weird bangla. i think he just intended to go to the library to sleep or something. but he started tapping on the book, creating noise pollution. damn irritating. so i escaped the noise pollution he created by going up one level to find another seat.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and mummy suddenly called me to ask me what flavour of pizza i wanted. then in the end, i realised that she was also at bedok interchange. so i went to meet her to buy groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i headed back to the driving school to have my first practical lesson. this time, i am smarter, cause i alighted at the right stop. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first part of the lesson was boring, cause it was like explaining most things that i already knew.&lt;br /&gt;and i secretly felt sorry for myself for getting him as my instructor, cause he seemed like he had problems explaining all those relevant stuff to me. like.. he had to mix english and chinese together, and even then, he wasn't that fluent. so it was quite painful, cause at some point, i couldn't really understand what he was saying.&lt;br /&gt;i was tempted to ask him to like use the language that he is used to to teach me. but i figured that i had to be polite. (also in case of he were to start speaking cantonese, i won't be able to understand a single thing then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when he started demonstrating how to hold the clutch, and release the clutch, i realised that he's good afterall.&lt;br /&gt;then he went on to say that other instructors will not go step by step to teach their students how to release clutch, and that they would just breeze through that point, telling students to "release clutch slowly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. now i know why when mummy break, it jerks.&lt;br /&gt;and i never knew that the accelerator was so sensitive. like in normal mode, i had difficulties making it accelerate at 1.5rpm. (something like that lah. i only remember the number 1.5)&lt;br /&gt;haha. and at least, i didn't make the car jerk that badly lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew that there were some laws which you have to follow when getting down the car.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and i still cannot turn the steering wheel properly and accurately to earn myself a chop.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. practice makes perfect ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, the most i did was to drive around the circuit, in gear 1 and 2. ok. whatever. i didn't step on accelerator at all, except when changing gear from gear 1 to 2.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i ended the lesson, being thankful that i got him as my instructor, cause i think he explained the essence well, and stressed on the important basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... thats all.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go finish up the last bit of kite runner.&lt;br /&gt;and then go watch lust caution. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-2952754035948018565?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/2952754035948018565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=2952754035948018565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2952754035948018565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2952754035948018565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-had-my-first-practical-lesson-today.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-2221903098983135918</id><published>2007-12-11T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:37:07.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets see..&lt;br /&gt;i can roughly talk about my life now..&lt;br /&gt;though its boring, i am sure i got more to say about it now, compared to during a levels period, where my life is purely eating, studying, and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;lets see. from the friday until monday, i was staying at nainai's house.&lt;br /&gt;what did i do?&lt;br /&gt;those things that have no &lt;em&gt;ying yang,&lt;/em&gt; which includes sitting infront of either the computer or television for the whole entire day. until nainai keeps nagging and nagging at me, and telling me all sort of tales which the moral of the story is that watching tv/ computer is bad for health.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, melly, amos, manda, and peilian came over to my house to play mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;we ended the first round, cause the seat to my left was bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;lets see. that seat belonged to amos initially, then cause of all the shuffling, and stuff, peilian ended up there.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i guarded my seat throughout the whole entire game, cause i was like in a winning streak. so i was the ultimate winner for the first round.&lt;br /&gt;yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;and amos didn't even game a single time for the first round. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cause we decided to switch our places, so i got the seat (the one which went bankrupt in the first game.) then it was quite sian, cause you can feel that lady luck isn't with you. cause you aren't getting any good cards, and the person to my left isn't helping in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, i lost in 2 rounds, then i decided not to play anymore.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so i gave up my seat to melly, and went to watch the darn draggggggggy show - romantic princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. speaking of that show..&lt;br /&gt;its so annoying, cause i can't guess what they are doing, and what their true intentions are. then it really seems draggy. cause, its damn annoying to introduce another character into that show, then make her start walking around to irritate everyone. arghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i wana watch the show in fast forward mode lor. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i am stupidly watching 3 shows simultaneously. thats online only. ha. try including those i watch on tv also man.&lt;br /&gt;but its ok.&lt;br /&gt;cause i have been deprived of tv all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, i wonder whether this is true or not.&lt;br /&gt;i would be struck by lightning if i ever declare that i never watched any tv during the a levels period, cause darn, i do watch alot of tv indeed.&lt;br /&gt;too bad.&lt;br /&gt;at least i choose to watch tv instead of going out to shop, and spend money.&lt;br /&gt;but hell, thats cause all my clothes are getting uncomfortable, cause they are getting too tight.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i think its getting hard to type, cause fingernails can be quite a hindrance. i am not going to touch piano, until i cut my nails. cause they get stuck between keys.&lt;br /&gt;It did yesterday, and darn, it was painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that horrrrrible karen.&lt;br /&gt;she broke my heart. she told me that she wanted to go cycling with me at east coast tmr, but in the end, cause her auntie changed her flight to the evening, she can't even watch a movie with me.&lt;br /&gt;and this poor, and faithful me, is still going to lug a luggage that weighs 10kg for her all the way to hongkong.&lt;br /&gt;how much more faithful can i get huh.&lt;br /&gt;huh huh huh huh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. i shall choing as much show as i can.&lt;br /&gt;and darn, i hate my computer. it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;if not for it, i would have been able to finish watching many shows that i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANA PLAY MAHJONG AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-2221903098983135918?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/2221903098983135918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=2221903098983135918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2221903098983135918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2221903098983135918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/12/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-6722032240038521635</id><published>2007-12-07T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T18:46:00.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just cause i am the younger one&lt;br /&gt;everyone chooses to nag at me.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;this is annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-6722032240038521635?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/6722032240038521635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=6722032240038521635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/6722032240038521635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/6722032240038521635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-cause-i-am-younger-one-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-8201578585688957353</id><published>2007-12-06T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T20:45:30.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. i am still stuck at Day 2 for the post on my trip to china.&lt;br /&gt;I think i better move on with blogging, or else i guess my blog would be stagnant for like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about Wednesday, which was the day for prom, and i didn't attend it.&lt;br /&gt;reason?&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't really feel that much for the school, and i don't think that the response was that fantastic as well. but its wasn't as bad as i expected, and i guess those who went enjoyed themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i just don't wana show up in some sleeveless, and show my big fat arms.&lt;br /&gt;and another reason is that i am not willing to spend money on buying new dresses, and "decorating" myself up. Especially when i am 110% sure that my parents will never ever cover the cost for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i went out with weiqin, although i was sick. Cause i promised her.&lt;br /&gt;So we met in the afternoon, and the rain was damn damn heavy.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;i rolled my jeans up, and looked like some auntie i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, i made it to Orchard on time.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went shopping with weiqin. and she shopped really fast.&lt;br /&gt;hai. skinny people can buy clothes really easily. if only i were made to be skinny as well.&lt;br /&gt;then after qin bought her clothes for the wedding, we had nothing to shop already.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, we went roaming around town, waiting for dinner time, then go meet serene, who finally decide not to ps us anymore, after ps-ing us so so so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up eating at NYDC at heeren, then we headed to clark quay, and started walking around there, waiting for that serene to come.&lt;br /&gt;roar.&lt;br /&gt;then she was late still lah.&lt;br /&gt;but at least she turned up.&lt;br /&gt;unlike the regina, who didn't, cause she was sick, and was worried that she would get blown away by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, we just picked some bar along clark quay to drink.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Elephant.&lt;br /&gt;we took the recommendations by serene's sister.&lt;br /&gt;and i drank white russian in the end.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't that fantastic, cause i didn't really like that vanilla flavour.&lt;br /&gt;but i think serene's drink was better.&lt;br /&gt;i guess she really cannot drink, cause she looked really tortured when she was drinking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our drinks and our snacks. taken by serene. thats why its so lousily taken. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141581913965558882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R1qRgm19fGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/r6BaqJjGapk/s400/DSC00387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cause i wanted daddy and mummy to come and pick me up, they just came to the bar, and sat on another table, and drank.&lt;br /&gt;its really my fault, that i ended up losing my voice today, simply cause i drank even though i had a sorethroat, and was a little sick.&lt;br /&gt;cause i went to kope daddy and mummy's tiger beer, after i finished my cocktail lor.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and i drank a little for serene, cause she was like complaining about how bitter her drink was.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, i am starting to feel that tiger beer is not as smelly and gross as i expected. haha. so maybe if i drink more, i would end up appreciating it.&lt;br /&gt;but no, i don't want a beer belly.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so i woke up with no voice today.&lt;br /&gt;i really couldn't talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and people advised me against eating BBQ food at mel's BBQ today.&lt;br /&gt;but heck.&lt;br /&gt;since when am i concerned about this kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i cared about today was that i made sure that i didn't drink any of the wine nic brought, cause i don't wana lose my voice totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i think the BBQ at mel's house was enjoyable, though we didn't really BBQ, cause its amos, and josh siao doing most of the BBQ, and mel being the waitress.&lt;br /&gt;ok. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we drew the christmas gift exchange thingy.&lt;br /&gt;the first attempt, i picked paul's name. and suay enough, terence picked my name. Please, his reaction was damn obvious, howling like a stupid cow.&lt;br /&gt;Even a fool can guess that he drew my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the end, after my persuasion, like including joey and gerry for the christmas exchange thingy, WE GOT TO REDRAW.&lt;br /&gt;this time, i am positively sure that a barbarian didn't pick my name.&lt;br /&gt;lets just hope that someone nice picked my name. and i would love to know that its a girl who picked my name, totally.&lt;br /&gt;whoever it is, you better get me something nice.&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the awards presentation thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot really remember all, but lets see what i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel won the most likely to bungee jump at 60.&lt;br /&gt;Josh sam won the most like to push a door when it says pull.&lt;br /&gt;Paul won the most likely to pee in a swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;Melly won the most likely to have more than 5 kids.&lt;br /&gt;Amos won the most likely to do some lame music video thing.&lt;br /&gt;Terence won the most likely to form a gang.&lt;br /&gt;Serene won the most likely to be outwitted by a photocopier.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda won the most likely to like to 100.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia won the most likely to have a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;Regina won the most likely to chope a table with tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;Joey won the most likely to look the same 20 years later.&lt;br /&gt;Paul won the most likely to have an imaginary friend.&lt;br /&gt;Terence won the most likely to steal a sweet from a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Amos won the most likely to sell his soul for a donut.&lt;br /&gt;Josh sam won the most likely to trip over himself.&lt;br /&gt;Serene won the most likely to be scared by a clown. (or something to that effect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then after that, there was basically nothing much already.&lt;br /&gt;so we started planning how to get a ride home, from those spoilt brats whose parents came to pick them up. hrmph.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, i just left with melly, amos and gerry, with the initial intention to just take bus home.&lt;br /&gt;but i realised later that they will pass by jalan eunos, which daddy can pick me up from.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, i just followed them.&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, serene is a PS queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Photo - 06So7, 6Dec'07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140887443523599442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R1gZ5G19fFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pAj1qDz7JdI/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-8201578585688957353?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8201578585688957353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=8201578585688957353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8201578585688957353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8201578585688957353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/12/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R1qRgm19fGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/r6BaqJjGapk/s72-c/DSC00387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-8505240911544409728</id><published>2007-11-29T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T17:53:44.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a damn long time since i replied to tags. so i shall now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taggies:&lt;br /&gt;manda: ok. i will go visit your blog when i'm free (:&lt;br /&gt;regina: of course i remember the mahjong session lah. its just when YOU are free lah. maybe you can tell me which day you decide to play with me, instead of dating derrick all the time.&lt;br /&gt;ys: kenny is really random.&lt;br /&gt;ain: hahahaha. i think karen's auntie's house is really nice. don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;clement: eh. that comment was really funny you know. it totally made me laugh out loud lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;chandra: go concentrate on peilian lah. don't try and be funny with me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i look like a chinagirl from some rural area of china the day i cut my hair. then when i dye my hair, i guess i think it looked a little ahlian.&lt;br /&gt;so when i was telling licia about it, she said that when both the effects combined, its a "china ahlian".&lt;br /&gt;ok. just joking. not attacking any kind of pple in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday, i went for dental. and it was really an unpleasant experience, cause i had to wait so freaking long. i'm not going to repeat the story again, cause i said it like three and a half times already, once to yh, once to karen, once to ain, and half to sabu. so forget it.&lt;br /&gt;then anyway, after dental on wednesday, i meet yh, karen, and then ain, and we headed to karen's house to sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made so much plans like what to do and stuff. but in the end, we spoilt our own plans all the time lah.&lt;br /&gt;first, we intended to bake. but we didn't in the end, mainly cause we didn't manage to buy brownie mix at shop and save. so we won't feel the pinch of wasting money in any way. so we didn't bake.&lt;br /&gt;then, we intended to hike bukit timah hill in the morning, at like 630, but in the end, we were all damn lazy to wake up, so we didn. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when we went to karen's place, we started by playing ain's favourite heart attack, which i didn't manage to game even ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;then, we went on to monopoly, which i started whining that i dun wana play anymore ten minutes into the game, cause everyone else had more property than me, and i just keep landing on lame places. but in the end, i managed to catch up somehow. and we ended the game when karen's chem teacher called, and we can't concentrate on playing with karen on the phone. so we decided to stop the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. we had pizza for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;like hello? the website said that the family meal was for 4-5 pple, but when 5 of us ate, we had like 6 slices of pizza left. no one cleared the pizza in the end, so i guess it would end up in the garbage. so wasted. maybe its like meant for 4-5 guys i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i'm happy. cause i randomly asked karen whether she had the kite runner, and she really did. so i don't need to go buy it, or borrow from the library. cause library books are really dirty. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched little manhattan over dinner.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. sabu was quite upset to realise that there isn't the "alternative ending" as stated on the cover of the dvd. hee. try finding it on youtube then.&lt;br /&gt;and we watched stay alive at night.&lt;br /&gt;and sabrina, being as brave as "peter" left halfway through the show, and she was quite brave, cause she said that she dare to go herself, and pple don't need to walk her.&lt;br /&gt;*by the way, peter is completely fictional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i insisted on watching a comedy after watching a thriller, we decided to watch evan almighty after we finished stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i slept through almost the entire thing. hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even wake up to watch the ending lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was damn damn smelly, and i didn't bathe....&lt;br /&gt;haha. so smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the FIRST to wake up this morning. haha. cause i felt so dirty and smelly and sticky and sweaty, i really couldn't relax myself and fall back into sleep.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, i just woke up, and seeked refuge at karen's room, where i started listening to the cd that i just bought, and read the kite runner!!! hee.&lt;br /&gt;then a while later, both karen and ain woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ain requested, we started watching "schindler's list". the show was damn long, and the killings were quite gruesome, although its all generally the same - shoot, blood spurt out like some fountain.&lt;br /&gt;then its really weird. i guess the show was too long, like 3 hours, that it required 2 discs, even though it was a DVD. then after we finished the first disc, i begged ain to not continue with the second disc. its like.. borrringly black and white, with only red on that little girl, which is suppose to have some literary meaning which we were wondering whether our guesses for it were right. maybe we should ask miss saifa or miss goh wee suan about it. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. speaking of it, i think the little boy in little manhattan combs his hair like tty sometimes. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we played playstation. karen only had tennis and racing game, so we just played that thoughout.&lt;br /&gt;i can conclude that both karen and yonghui seem to have a talent for playing videogames, and ain and i just sucked at it. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh. i still haven't packed my bag yet. its so sian. i better pack more books, cause i can predict that i'm going to be really bored man...&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, my teeth is really tight now. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-8505240911544409728?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8505240911544409728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=8505240911544409728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8505240911544409728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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anymore.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have just went to shunji matsuo lah. its like cheaper, and it will be nicer.&lt;br /&gt;the stupid stylist from kimage cut my fringe until its damn short, and i dunno how she layer hair one lah. it dont even look layered lah.&lt;br /&gt;its so toot now.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT COST ME $40.&lt;br /&gt;i totally feel like hiding my face in a turtle shell forever lah.&lt;br /&gt;my hair is so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that stylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i am totally going crazy now.&lt;br /&gt;i want my old hair back.&lt;br /&gt;where got pple cut hair cut until so straight one.&lt;br /&gt;she totally cut until its like some $4 shop la.&lt;br /&gt;its totally not worth 40 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sad.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my hair now.&lt;br /&gt;i want my old hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so cheated.&lt;br /&gt;i paid 40 dollars for such quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never ever ever ever want to go to kimage anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just hide at home until my hair gets out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;then it would definitely look better than it does now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-933926074390245927?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/933926074390245927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=933926074390245927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/933926074390245927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/933926074390245927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/11/arghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-8715391207732660767</id><published>2007-11-25T09:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T09:11:15.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"don't wash your dirty linen in public"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;its all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;no one else is to blame.&lt;br /&gt;i should just go and die, and leave everyone else alone.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. its ALL MY FAULT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-3084387563282809440</id><published>2007-11-24T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T08:55:11.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'm so used to studying everyday, i find it a little weird and odd to realise that i don't need to touch books again, until very long later. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i am not used to blogging again. but nevertheless, i shall still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, after the physics paper on tuesday, we headed to sentosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our attempt to suntan was a failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause right from the beginning, then sun wasn't very bright. then later in the afternoon, it rained. so we couldn't play...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then josh siao was our professional photographer as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136199944258883250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R0dyovTujrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wvqxz2-o14Y/s400/IMG_5701e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our very last time wearing the SAJC uniform. so its a must to take a photo in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136199811114897058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R0dyg_TujqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Pva_2vX3TRc/s400/IMG_5702+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;In the MONOrail on our way to sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136199544826924690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R0dyRfTujpI/AAAAAAAAALw/dZZeXBmDKWM/s400/IMG_5847e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then this was the class photo for the day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quite sadly, i think the day ended quite soon. (hee. i think i sound like a primary school kid writing an essay) But anyway, the reason why i thought so was that i didn't get to tan myself as i wished to. argh. then now i wonder what colour can i dye my hair. hrmph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On wednesday, my whole body ached, and i couldn't even walk properly. So much for not exercising for so so so long. then those little bit of soccer and vball totally paralysed me. So in the end, on wednesday, i just stayed at home to watch tv and slack. watch tv, and slack. yeah. so much for the life that i have been yearning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On thursday, we were supposed to play pool. but it was cancelled. so in the end, i just stayed at home to watch tv as usual. so its just another day of watch tv and slack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On friday, we wanted to go to ECP to kayak. But in the morning, me and mel decided to go register to learn driving. But in the end, only i registered cause she wanted to get permission from her daddy first before registering. Then after registering, we headed down to ECP. All the guys were late pls. i seriously think that they should just wear a skirt, then i can stop complaining about them being late, seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the time we reached the macs at ECP, my feet was red cause of the slippers. Then whats worse was that the place that we wanted to go rent the kayak was damn far away, more than 1.6km away. we took nearly 45 minutes to get there. and by then, i was whining like a stupid baby cause my feet hurt from the blisters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TO OUR HORROR..... the shop wasn't there anymore.. so now, the whole ECP don't have any place for us to kayak. excluding national sailing centre, cause their kayaks there are damn ex apparently. anyway.. we were all darn hungry, so we decided to forget about kayaking and just go for lunch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Over lunch, we decided to go cycle after lunch, and so we did. apparently, we had like one and a half hour to cycle, cause i think they gave us 30mins extra. but in the end, cause paul is damn blur, and we didn't realise that until we returned the bikes, and looked at the receipt. haha. i think josh sam was quite upset by it. he probably wanted to cycle to changi airport. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then when i reached home, my feet was damn pain, and i don't know why it is so. ha. i could barely walk. and i was limpinggggg. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in conclusion, my attempt to tan yesterday was yet another failure. so probably, i am just not fated. so i should just stick to dying my hair a darker shade of brown, yea? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh. and my shoes are here. sis says that my shoes are nice.... hee. it is indeed.. (:(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-3084387563282809440?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/3084387563282809440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=3084387563282809440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3084387563282809440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3084387563282809440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-used-to-studying-everyday-i-find.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/R0dyovTujrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wvqxz2-o14Y/s72-c/IMG_5701e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-1987231358285636979</id><published>2007-11-20T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:57:43.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITS OVER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;i can slack openly now.&lt;br /&gt;my neck is aching for i dunno what reason.&lt;br /&gt;so see you tmr or something.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-1987231358285636979?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/1987231358285636979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=1987231358285636979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1987231358285636979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1987231358285636979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-over-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-7892905357780978948</id><published>2007-11-16T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:07:18.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello...&lt;br /&gt;long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;wow. it has really been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 months of hardwork, with hardly any rest even during school holidays. cause SA is so smart. they always put exams right after holidays so force us to study.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should thank the system, or else i would be struggling like mad for A levels, and start acting like an immature asshole like i did in sec school.&lt;br /&gt;i remember those times when i would only start studying the day before the paper, then get really frustrated, and sit there to scold anyone who comes into my way.&lt;br /&gt;then again, thats secondary school. you can start studying one month before the exams, and end up getting straight As.&lt;br /&gt;If only A levels was something like that.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, i am not going to be whining about how the papers were. But seriously, there were a few papers what were not as good as i hoped and expected it to be. and there was one that even sent me home crying like a stupid baby. Lets just hope that it would turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;I think i shall just complain about how sick i am of having to "wake up, study, eat, study, eat, study, eat, sleep, and repeat the cycle all over again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its ok. Its all going to end pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i think it ended already, cause i declared that it did.&lt;br /&gt;We are only left with physics paper 1, which you can resort to throwing your eraser to come up with some answers. ha.&lt;br /&gt;no need to define first law of thermodynamic, no need to define electric field strength. no need to vomit out some answer to their really weird questions. (you can just pick a, b, c, d this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished one whole Jdrama after the Econs paper on wed.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;but i think almost everyone in class started to slack already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee. i can't wait for it to end officially.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait to fill up all the "free" days in my notebook with something to do.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go buy more dramas to watch, after being deprived for so darn long.&lt;br /&gt;darn long darn long darn long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to sit infront of the TV the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to turn black. i am really really so darn white now. its like.. the ultimate already. probably the whitest period of my life.&lt;br /&gt;After YEP last year, i probably didn't get into any sun for this whole year.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that PE ended quite early this year, and that i stopped running in Feb this year made everything worse. I wonder if i can still run.&lt;br /&gt;But i suppose i probably lost every bit of my stamina. so i will have to start from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i am getting fatter. so i shall stop that before it actually happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to cut my getting-out-of-shape hair.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall decide whether i want to just highlight it, or dye it.&lt;br /&gt;i am quite scared that the colour i pick can't fit me, or that it will spoil my hair, thats why i am reluctant to dye it.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe, i shall just highlight it. then just spoil half of my hair. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go register and learn how to drive. hee. i hope that i won't turn into a "roadblock".&lt;br /&gt;*touchwood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go buy some good books to read. so that i won't be bored on my trips. anyone got any good recommendation? maybe i can consult ain. hee.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go and arrange mahjong gatherings at my house, cause i wana play!!!!! hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait can't wait can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;ok. till then, see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-7892905357780978948?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/7892905357780978948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=7892905357780978948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7892905357780978948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7892905357780978948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-2938678830314404928</id><published>2007-11-14T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:10:58.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://www.clocklink.com/embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="JavaScript"&gt;obj=new Object;obj.clockfile="9001e-gray.swf";obj.TimeZone="CCT";obj.width=288;obj.height=18;obj.Target="2007,11,20,09,15,00";obj.Title="THE END!!!!";obj.Message="yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!";obj.wmode="transparent";showClock(obj);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-2938678830314404928?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/2938678830314404928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=2938678830314404928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2938678830314404928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2938678830314404928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/11/objnew-objectobj.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-3840546218073259254</id><published>2007-10-11T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T01:22:28.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its the official last day of school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell assembly.&lt;br /&gt;That would probably the first time i am going to school this week, officially, for the whole day. Its also going to be the last time that i will be going to school for one whole full day, officially.&lt;br /&gt;After that, its just going to be going back to school for consultation, or taking A level papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have every right to be emo now..&lt;br /&gt;After this year, i will probably never go back to SAJC, never pass by the stop Potong Pasir, cause its very out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;I will never walk through the whole SAV, never whine about having to wait so long for 966.&lt;br /&gt;After the end of the year, its all going to be reduced to just memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, i won't have to be sitting at the gallery at 650 in the morning, waiting for assembly. I will no longer be complaining every morning that i want to shit.&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, we will all not need to line up in our lines, according to index numbers. No more "queen's arrival" for us to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, there is no more breaks where we can sit down in the cafe, talk crap, and laugh damn loudly.&lt;br /&gt;No more chionging to the cafe after lessons.&lt;br /&gt;No more toilet breaks 45 minutes into physics.&lt;br /&gt;No more gossiping and talking during econs lecture.&lt;br /&gt;And there are so many more things that i will have to stop doing, because my JC life has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i really gain alot from the 2 years in SAJC.&lt;br /&gt;i made 8 new good friends, that would endure my horrible temper, and cheer me up with i am sad. Really, without them, my life in SAJC would have sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Without them, i would have hated SAJC to the core, since SA is so hate-able.&lt;br /&gt;But now that Mrs Lee is going to take over as the new principal, i am sure SAJC has hope now.&lt;br /&gt;but this is not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focus today, is how i am going to miss S07.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss every single person in S07, or at least almost every single one. (this is a bit spoiler, but you have to be true to your feelings right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia, the one who whines more than me. The one who looks so innocent, that by looking at her, you feel innocent also. Suddenly, you feel much less stressed. The one who would talk to me about nice hongkong dramas that we have watched on channel 55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, the one who grew crystals with me for half a year in J1. The one who i felt proud with, about our achievement of having been able to represent the school for both the catagories for crystal growing, although our crystal just isn't beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiqin, the one who sat next to me during class all the time this year. The one who would teach me physics. The one who is so smart and pro, that she scored above 80 for all her H2 subject. The one who talks crap with me all the time, the one who would gang up with me to bully serene and regina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peilian, the one who is so prettorable, the one who would talk to me when i am sad. the one who makes me laugh all the time, the one who helped me discover a fantastic place in the airport to study. The one who would argue and wrestle with me all the time, claiming that i bully her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina, the one who is tai tai, the one who acts like an auntie. The one who is so hardworking, the one who would teach me whenever i nudge her during lessons to ask what the teacher just explained. The one who would go toilet with me, the one who would swear that she never, she really never, when she really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melly, the kind one, who is patient with me. The one who is so sweet, that she volunteered to swap seats with me during physics, just because the guy next to me keeps shaking his leg, and i am so distracted by him. The one who thinks of all the silly pranks, but no one would suspect that she was the one who came up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, my tuition friend, the one who brought me to the tuition centre. The one who would sit with me every morning in the gallery to hear me complain that i want to shit. The one who would walk with me to SAS, and take bus home with me occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene, the one who i like to bully. The one that i bully by stretching my hands back, and pouring her stationery out of her pencil case. The one who i always suan, the one who i will scandal with just any guys that come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think that i will cry for farewell assembly tmr. But maybe, when we go out later, i think i will be touched. i still don't think i will cry.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, i cannot wait to see what the girls in class have prepared for us for farewell!!&lt;br /&gt;its the last present that we will be giving to each other in our JC life, excluding the christmas exchange gift thingy, if we can every find a date to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For now, lets take a look once again at our class photo..&lt;br /&gt;and some random video clips that i manage to dig up....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119749675316530546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/Rw0BNEApzXI/AAAAAAAAALo/WxX6LheVHfc/s400/DSC_6874paint.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" 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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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/Rw0BNEApzXI/AAAAAAAAALo/WxX6LheVHfc/s72-c/DSC_6874paint.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-8152822054662662879</id><published>2007-10-04T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:23:37.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. i feel so sian.&lt;br /&gt;whines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-8152822054662662879?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8152822054662662879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src="http://www.clocklink.com/embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="JavaScript"&gt;obj=new Object;obj.clockfile="9001e-yellow.swf";obj.TimeZone="CCT";obj.width=320;obj.height=20;obj.Target="2007,10,30,14,00,00";obj.Title="Long Awaited A's";obj.Message="jiayou!!!!!!";obj.wmode="transparent";showClock(obj);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-2458140928339746561?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/2458140928339746561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=2458140928339746561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2458140928339746561'/><link 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irritation, here i am ready to move on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, twice, thrice.&lt;br /&gt;its beyond my control, and i cannot be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;because if this continues, a forth time will be coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't blame me. because i didn't want this either.&lt;br /&gt;count me unfriendly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-6711168011789236574?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/6711168011789236574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=6711168011789236574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/6711168011789236574'/><link rel='self' 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don't think i was ever late in primary school and sec school, all thanks to daddy.&lt;br /&gt;and why was i late today?&lt;br /&gt;its damn retarded, but....&lt;br /&gt;i told mummy this morning while she was trying to wake me up that i had no school today.&lt;br /&gt;since for the past few weeks, i often have no school, she believed me.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;then its fate, i woke up at like 650. the sky was quite bright at that time already.&lt;br /&gt;the first thing that came into my mind was that everyone didn't wake up. but when i opened my room door, i realised that i was the only one who didn't wake up.&lt;br /&gt;daddy left house without me.&lt;br /&gt;then, i realised that i was going to be late, unless i took a cab.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, i wasn't kan cheong, like i usually would be, cause the first 2 periods was assembly.&lt;br /&gt;plus, i couldn't get a cab, so i took a bus to school instead.&lt;br /&gt;i ended up being the only one who arrived later than 745.&lt;br /&gt;then initially, i think i was supposed to sit outside the GO until 845.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, cause dp wanted to talk, so they let us in.&lt;br /&gt;so i got let off without scoldings of any sort, cause its the first time i was late this year, and the last time i was late, was like..... ten thousand years ago, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, if i were to wake up late any other day, i would have just stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't stay home today, even when mummy suggested that i just pon school (haha. cause i dun wana be porn queen like serene), cause i wanted to find one more mark for physics so that i can up one grade.&lt;br /&gt;its like history repeating.&lt;br /&gt;i remember, for BT2, i was desperately trying to find one more mark, so that i can get out of the damned D range, to get into a C range.&lt;br /&gt;this time, i am once again a borderline case. damn &lt;em&gt;dui&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yah, anyway, in the end, i didn't manage to find that one more mark lah. so as a result, i got too tired to smile for half the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. if i labelled that stupid axis, i would have gotton one more mark.&lt;br /&gt;if i had not cancelled my original answer for the nuclear question and replaced it with something darn lame, i would have gotton my other mark.&lt;br /&gt;if i had responded to mel's question, i would have gotton another mark.&lt;br /&gt;then i would have safely upped my grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, since i missed it like that, it just means that i am not fated to get an A for prelims.&lt;br /&gt;but THIS IS ONLY PRELIMS.&lt;br /&gt;so heck. its not going to matter in anyway, so i should get over it, and stop whining.&lt;br /&gt;A levels is what matters!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i hate mr chay. cause he is so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;cause so much problem lah.&lt;br /&gt;hard to please, not understanding old man.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. enough of this.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go watch my tv. hrmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-8810545890467002919?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8810545890467002919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=8810545890467002919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8810545890467002919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8810545890467002919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/09/bloody-assholes.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-5743289529653768504</id><published>2007-09-19T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:19:38.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taggies:&lt;br /&gt;Ys: yeah. i shall put one for A levels SOON.&lt;br /&gt;Chandra: of course its not yisheng lah. he is not the only Ys on earth ok. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;legna: nope, i didn't feel the tremors. i wasn't in school that day. some of the girls in my class had paper that day, so they experienced the tremors. but i felt tremors in home on wed night. haha. i tell you more next time.&lt;br /&gt;mar: wahhh. yeah. can't wait. you got your license alr is it?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall try to come up with something decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really worried.&lt;br /&gt;for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since i don't really have much to talk about, neither do i have the mood to talk much, i shall just upload some photos.&lt;br /&gt;some long ago overdue photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RvDmGgtgtsI/AAAAAAAAALg/DnoLyn9fOc8/s1600-h/DSC00800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111838576599938754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RvDmGgtgtsI/AAAAAAAAALg/DnoLyn9fOc8/s400/DSC00800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the cute little blood drop!! haha. too bad i didn't donate blood this time. but i shall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soon. i will go to the outram place to donate ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RvDl5AtgtrI/AAAAAAAAALY/Szxx3g3cAak/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111838344671704754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RvDl5AtgtrI/AAAAAAAAALY/Szxx3g3cAak/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our papa, son and daughter waterbottles. (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^THE SCENERY OF NATIONAL LIBRARY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;regarding where this is taken, it shall be kept secret (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111836377576683154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RvDkGgtgtpI/AAAAAAAAALI/Tk_G__HXssA/s400/DSC00353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111835290949957250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RvDjHQtgtoI/AAAAAAAAALA/ZMSRLhAkTj8/s400/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111836527900538530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RvDkPQtgtqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZEANa9fUZ3s/s400/DSC00004+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt; yonghui's artistic photographic skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&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/35832120-5743289529653768504?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/5743289529653768504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=5743289529653768504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5743289529653768504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5743289529653768504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-has-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RvDmGgtgtsI/AAAAAAAAALg/DnoLyn9fOc8/s72-c/DSC00800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-8939083829096810600</id><published>2007-09-19T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:48:01.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really shouldn't bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-8939083829096810600?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8939083829096810600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=8939083829096810600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8939083829096810600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8939083829096810600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-really-shouldnt-bother.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-9174404742083525667</id><published>2007-09-19T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T00:31:33.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what?&lt;br /&gt;if you are any bit unhappy about your life here, you can jolly well pack up and leave.&lt;br /&gt;get your asses out of this place.&lt;br /&gt;because no one is going to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;those who does, are just simply &lt;em&gt;jian&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this whole post, i will be once again scolding people.&lt;br /&gt;afterall, blog, is somewhere where i can vent my anger.&lt;br /&gt;so if you are not happy in anyway, feel free to click the small cross on your top right hand corner.&lt;br /&gt;rest assured, you will not be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;for the first time in my life, i scolded these 2 people &lt;em&gt;jian&lt;/em&gt; so many times in a day, or rather in 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the worst part of it was that each time the word&lt;em&gt; jian&lt;/em&gt; came out of my mouth, i would be secretly hoping in my heart that there is another word more severe than &lt;em&gt;jian&lt;/em&gt;, which totally describes their actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i hate, i really really hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in fact, i loathe girls who cannot even respect themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;come on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i NEVER met with anyone who is more of a slut than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;maybe it should be a young slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YOUNG slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so so young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;until its really APALLING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i worry for your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i worry for your future husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and for those, who thinks that its totally fine, you are just as bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;come on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you think you paid those big bucks to come all the way here just to hook up with some prostitute like bitches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i feel so so sad for your parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;please, just do what you should be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stop being such brats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;scared of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then be prepared to be responsible for your actions, brats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;twelve o clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;march over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;really, get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if you cannot get used people trying to correct your mistakes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then you can jollywell pack up, and get your damned asses out of the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if not, shut your ass up, and listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i wish that you will mend your ways soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this is APPALLING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and for the 2 bastards out there, you either stop degrading yourselves, and get your lives back on track proper, or may you be punished severely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;damn you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-9174404742083525667?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/9174404742083525667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=9174404742083525667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/9174404742083525667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/9174404742083525667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-what-if-you-are-any-bit.html' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-7762104282867183270</id><published>2007-08-30T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:30:04.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of studying for prelims, i never fail to dream.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt about my life after As.&lt;br /&gt;i dream about how relaxed i would be.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, i even came up with a list of things that i intend to do after As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go learn driving.&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn jap with YS&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a job -  preferably something that i won't do next time, for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn a new instrument - either cello or violin. i really really wana learn cello. but i figured that cello is bigger and heavier, harder to carry around. so if i were to learn it, i would have to get a teacher home to teach me. plus, cellos are more expensive than violins. i can just settle for some china made ones, cheaper, and it is also capable of making music. aiya. whatever it is, i just wana learn a new instrument.&lt;br /&gt;haha. maybe, i might just end up learning flute lah, cheap and small. convenient to bring around.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WANT SOMETHING FROM THE STRING FAMILY......&lt;br /&gt;5. i am not going to give up in piano, no matter how badly i failed. i don't mind retaking the grade. and this time, i promise to practice and work harder, so that history won't repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i haven't blogged about my piano exam last week. in fact, i didn't really tell anyone at home about it, for the fear that they would slaughter me for it.&lt;br /&gt;its not that i have no confidence, its just that i am very sure that i would fail.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sorry for myself for landing up in this state. but then again, i only have myself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;but at least, i know that i tried my best, or maybe almost my best in the one month that i have.&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i had only a month?&lt;br /&gt;it was cause one fine day a month before the exam, weiqin woke me up, by asking me how prepared i was. then i started feeling damn guilty.&lt;br /&gt;but it was all too late.&lt;br /&gt;but i still ought to thank her for waking me up.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, at least i didn't go in, stunned. that would be so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to how i feel about the exam.&lt;br /&gt;i think i might fail every single section.&lt;br /&gt;maybe except aural - i think i did fine for aural, just that maybe i made mistakes during the tapping at the end, cause i lost focus. and maybe my way of answering which period the piece was from was weird. i am quite sure that it is a classical piece, but i think the reason i gave was quite crap - simple melody. that was the only thing that came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;my main 3 pieces - the 1st one was the one that i had the most hope in. but in the end, sadly, i kept stumbling. i think i was too nervous. cause i wasn't prepared. and i definitely wasn't confident.&lt;br /&gt;then the second piece was another one that i tried to chiong and prepare in that last month i had. it turned out quite badly also, because i pressed wrong chords. those mistakes were made more obvious with the right pedal. they were sooooooo alarming. i was just stupid. then at this part, when i wasn't supposed to step the left pedal, i went to step it. its not that obvious to me. but i think it would be otherwise for the examiner. cause i expect him to have darn good hearing, although he is quite senior i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;scales -  is definitely fail already. no need to say one. thats because it was the first thing that i did. then i was sooo panicky, that i realised that i wasn't thinking. i remembered rushing into playing. he asked for Eflat major. it was supposed to be chicken feet. but in the end, i just anyhow play. then i went to press all the black keys. it sounded damn weird, but it took me quite some time to realise that its wrong. and he definitely noticed it. i made alot alot alot alot of mistakes during scales. i think i will end up getting single digits. oh. but for once, i managed to play my Eflat minor chromatic scales, and the thirds with left hand.&lt;br /&gt;sight reading -  i tried my best. i think this was the best one since grade one. hahaha. apart from grade one, i failed all my sight reading quite, or almost damn badly. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really think i want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't want to go cursing myself, or complaining.&lt;br /&gt;so lets just forget it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, all i can say is that i feel quite relaxed now, cause i finished one week of prelims.&lt;br /&gt;i finished all my H1s, Physics and chem paper 3, and maths paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;i only have maths paper 2, physics and chem paper 1 and 2 left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.&lt;br /&gt;i like studying out, cause i really cannot study at home. so for last week, national library became my second home.&lt;br /&gt;haha. not only me. Ys and Yh's too.&lt;br /&gt;i spent more time in national library than at home.&lt;br /&gt;haha. then 2 weeks ago, SAJC was my second home. cause i think i really spent quite alot of time in school, instead of at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for these 2 weeks, i just go home to sleep or watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;i already spent my whole afternoon today watching shows online and on tv.&lt;br /&gt;and for tonight, i am going to chiong watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you soon again. i dunno when it will be. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-7762104282867183270?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/7762104282867183270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=7762104282867183270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7762104282867183270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7762104282867183270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello_30.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-3320321390261751917</id><published>2007-08-08T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:47:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;i am back, after managing to make myself feel happier.&lt;br /&gt;i am all prepared to stop myself from swearing, if i ever feel like doing so.&lt;br /&gt;i am a human, not an irrational human animal. so i ought to learn how to control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been quite ok for me, and i suppose i am feeling much better than last week already. much much better.&lt;br /&gt;but the sad thing is that i think my computer cannot last long. but heck. even if it don't, it doesn't really matter, because A levels are coming soon. i need to start being focused. But the only thing i should worry about is how i am going to go to moodle to download notes and stuff. i am sure sis and dad would be more than ever willling to help me in that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. anyway, i shall give a brief update on what i did for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Karen and ain came over to my house to study.&lt;br /&gt;i took one whole day to do chem transition elements tutorial. and whats worse is that i didn even manage to finish it in the end. but heck. at least i managed to prepare for the 3 periods of chem tutorial on monday.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them left at around 545.&lt;br /&gt;ain headed home, and karen headed for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;then i met karen at 9, after her tuition, to watch the simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;we were like a few minutes late for the movie, but i don't think that mattered. cause i supposed we missed only that teeny weenie bit.&lt;br /&gt;then after the show, karen came to stay over at my house, cause i know that she won't like going home late.&lt;br /&gt;she said that the way home at night was scary. i think her route home included walking along some secluded, or scary looking dark road or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;br /&gt;i sent karen to the mrt in the morning, then after that, when i reached home, i had to start to chiong, and prepare for sis photoshoot, as well as for tuition later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photoshoot was ..... I smiled until my mouth got damn tired. Then the woman still ask me to not be afraid to smile, cause the uncle can edit my photo and remove my braces.&lt;br /&gt;Well, its not that i don't want to smile. Its cause, if my smile were to be any bigger, i would look like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;During intervals, when the woman was trying to adjust our posts, i started doing my own set of mouth exercise. lol. i bet i looked stupid. but heck. i am not scared.&lt;br /&gt;then after the phototaking, they sent me to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached early, so i smsed mel, and told her to come earlier to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the main office there to try to do work. but i don't know why, my brain was kinda tired, and i cannot really register anything. actually, its just that i felt damn lazy lah. so i didn do anything, but just wait for mel and my coffee to come.&lt;br /&gt;oh. then that reminds me. i owe her money for coffee. oh, i owe ys milo for betting with her the last time. please remind me if i owe you anything, cause i think i cannot really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. i am quite satisfied. cause at least now, we have only 3 people in our tuition group, and i don't need to copy my own notes.&lt;br /&gt;i hate copying my own notes, cause i am damn scared i write something wrongly there, and then lead to some fatal conceptual errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after tuition, they came to pick me up again. we went to parkway parade to walk walk, while waiting for daddy, who got emergency call for his work. i think something caught fire, so he had to go down to the site.&lt;br /&gt;wahh. its the first time i found a pair of heels that don't really bite one. and for once, i managed to experience the misery of having my weight concentrated on your toes. but at least, i think it feels much better than when your heels bites you. cause that really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;but i remember, on monday, my fourth and fifth toe feels like it wants to cramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we picked daddy up after his work, and then went to the prima revolving restaurant at harbourfront there.&lt;br /&gt;i think the food is ok only. but dunno why they are so well acclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;to each its own, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, after that, it marks the end of the day, cause after sending nainai they all home, we headed home ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, i felt so lazy and tired, i decided that i deserved a rest before i start working. So, i set an alarm at 12 to wake myself up, but unfortunately, i failed to. i only woke up to brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, i woke up at 430am to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;its quite stupid. cause i set alarm and was supposed to wake up at like 345. but then, i kept snoozing snoozing and snoozing, until 430, when i managed to drag my ass off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i should ban myself from saying "then")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot really remember what happened that day. but i remember hearing people complain about them not being able to wake up after a nap to continue studying.&lt;br /&gt;for example, peilian and serene.&lt;br /&gt;all tried to wake up after sleeping, but failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and monday, there was the interact installation.&lt;br /&gt;yay. finally, thats the end of interact.&lt;br /&gt;it ended quite early, though i was like expecting it to end damn late, cause it ended quite late last year. Because of installation, i didn't need to go work, although i could have went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, due to some screw ups in the relay system, due so some SO RESPONSIBLE exco member, yonghui didn't know that it was the actual installation on monday. So she didn't bring a white long sleeved shirt, and her court shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, shihan brought 2 white long sleeved shirts. That saved yonghui partially.&lt;br /&gt;But, your poor yonghui couldn't escape the fact that she had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Whats worse was that she lost her wallet on her way back.&lt;br /&gt;so poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't really remember when was the last time she seen her wallet, and had no idea how she lost it, so all her efforts to find her wallet was in vain.&lt;br /&gt;But LUCKILY, she got her wallet back today, with everything inside, intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Another boring day.&lt;br /&gt;Pon maths lecture, cause i thought kelly lai was lecturing. But turned out that mdm kwan lectured. so maybe, it was a wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the girls in the class don't wana go for grad night, cause they were all complaining that 70bucks is damn ex. and they dun wana dress up as well.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind dressing up, cause i can wear the dress i bought for the photoshoot. but 70bucks is indeed quite ex. and afterall, i don't like SAJC that much either.&lt;br /&gt;so those that are not going for the grad night decided to go for some dinner on our own, cause at least, it would be much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;i think only crescent's grad night is value for money lah.&lt;br /&gt;lol, and we decided that we shall go for our own "&lt;em&gt;shizilukou&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tuesday, i studied in school with rose, until when daddy came to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;it was his birthday on tuesday, so sis wanted to go to cold storage to buy chicken, so that we could eat at night.&lt;br /&gt;then after that, we had to go around to look for daddy's favourite buttercake.&lt;br /&gt;buttercake is kind of ancient, but according to them, they prefer buttercake to creamcakes.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot how it tastes.&lt;br /&gt;Marine parade and Chai Chee's cakeshop didn't sell buttercakes. so we had to travel around to find it, and we finally found it at 538 there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work at night, so we could only have our own mini-celebration later at night.&lt;br /&gt;This year, daddy had 3 birthday cakes lah.&lt;br /&gt;one from us, one from KOH brothers, and another one from dunno who.&lt;br /&gt;thats quite weird, cause i suppose the cake the dunnowho gave wasn't very cheap. so i supposed they should have like made it clear it was THEM who sent the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ate the chicken, mango, and we drank wine.&lt;br /&gt;Inniskillin. It tasted damn nice. Maybe we can buy more when we take the plane again!&lt;br /&gt;I remembered myself saying that maybe i can write a letter to the teacher to say that i drank alot the day before, and had a hang over the next day, so i didn go to school.&lt;br /&gt;but then, i rebutted myself. Because, its not at all practical. Caused i am nowhere near to being her prized A student, so she might end up counselling me personally, give me satisfactory for conduct, and write horrible comments for me. so i shall not take the risk, cause she have to write my testimonial afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;It was quite boring, cause the weather was hot.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry. ignore my above sentence. cause i think it didn't make sense. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the emcees were damn lousy. but perhaps, i have no right to say that, cause i won't have done a better job. but at least, i would try to be less superficial.&lt;br /&gt;the singing competition was quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;lol. imagine it. me, manda, licia and qin wanted to make use of the excuse of wanting to take part in the singing competition to siam the physics pre-prelim. lol. we are like nothing compared to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their musical chair was lame. i don't understand why they had to play musical chairs the other way round. like, people were all fighting to give up their seats.&lt;br /&gt;i think its really stupid and lame, and i think that quite a number of people felt the same way as i do.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they think its funny, and they wana see mrs lim dance.&lt;br /&gt;its so stupid, and it totally makes the game pointless lah. because our dear principal was destined to be the ultimate winner.&lt;br /&gt;its nobody's fault, cause mrs lim was just trying to be sporting, and show a playful side of herself, and other people could have just been trying to make the rest of us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;but still, its damn lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the celebrations, me peilian and melly went to le meridian to eat.&lt;br /&gt;i intro-ed the nice nice korean food to peilian, and melly didn't like the spicy food, so she went to eat curry yongtaufoo in the end.&lt;br /&gt;peilian liked the korean food lah. she even started planning what she would eat the next time she come. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and she even asked me to send her korean songs, cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll forget to remember says:&lt;br /&gt;after today's kimchi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll forget to remember says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally memsmerised with the koreans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; everyone, laugh at her. she is so amusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so prettorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was supposed to go to karen's house to study one. but i pangsehed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i was also supposed to go pei's house to study. and i pangsehed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tired lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;want to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok. my knees hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i shall go and hide under my blanket now, and start my channel surfing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;see you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i hope the next time i am back, i would be happy, and optimistic (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-3320321390261751917?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/3320321390261751917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=3320321390261751917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/3320321390261751917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RrmqNeFsWkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/KENeCVx9_Mo/s400/DSC00411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;there is this new snack in school, and some of the girls in class are quite into it.&lt;br /&gt;then there was this one day, when 4 of us all bought the snack. lol.&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to take a photo with it. i look spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RrmrKOFsWnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NfoLecLG62A/s1600-h/DSC00789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096292645415443058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RrmrKOFsWnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NfoLecLG62A/s400/DSC00789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; break during chem lab.&lt;br /&gt;we were actually trying to climb onto the chair to take a photo. but then, cause we were like anyhow-grab-serene, so she finds it very ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;and so the photo came out like that.&lt;br /&gt;then the serene, got scared, and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RrmqquFsWmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iwFLYxmrcTc/s1600-h/DSC00790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096292104249563746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RrmqquFsWmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iwFLYxmrcTc/s400/DSC00790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so this is our final product after serene ran away. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RrmqZeFsWlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mnSV7-_mynM/s1600-h/DSC00001+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096291807896820306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RrmqZeFsWlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mnSV7-_mynM/s400/DSC00001+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Interact installation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wong said that i look like an ah beng. or was it bung?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. and yonghui said that this looks like ys and her ahbeng boyfriend. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096293006192695938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RrmrfOFsWoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JsR4I0GqZoE/s400/IMG_3677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;national day celebrations&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/35832120-8876790248762840625?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8876790248762840625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-3559638940359834134</id><published>2007-08-03T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:14:41.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pissed pissed pissed.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;i am so freaking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time, i am going to stop hurling vulgarities, because i figured that that would only make me more agitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so angry.&lt;br /&gt;they are just so &lt;em&gt;bai jia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;is it really that cheap and affordable to come to singapore to study?&lt;br /&gt;can't you just respect yourselves more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would really love to have the opportunity to like study in some other countries.&lt;br /&gt;and i promise, if i were given the chance to do so, i would not do it the way you people are doing.&lt;br /&gt;cause you people, really look as if you lack filial piety.&lt;br /&gt;i pity your parents.&lt;br /&gt;i pity them for working so so hard just to send you here, and here you are, squandering their money. throwing them down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this may sound really childish and immature..&lt;br /&gt;but i really hate them.&lt;br /&gt;now, i really really loathe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be around them a single second more, for the fear that they may pollute me with their notorious behaviours.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being unable to finish my homework.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to make myself get angry every other day, cause its really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, i don't want to sleep past one every night, just because of them.&lt;br /&gt;its so so so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;its so tiring to think that i have to stay up so late to finish my &lt;em&gt;unfinishable&lt;/em&gt; homework.&lt;br /&gt;i am really lagging behind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i managed to force it out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;i finally did it. but i wonder whether my message got through the way it should have.&lt;br /&gt;i am so so so angry, and disheartened.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can survive with that amount less.&lt;br /&gt;i ought to learn to not be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, apart from those mindless brats, i am sorry to those i have snapped at, scolded throughout the course of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just tired and stressed.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot even finish all my homework.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;they don't care. so why should i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-3559638940359834134?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/3559638940359834134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, after a day in school, half a day of thinking, hours of feeling angry, and minutes of complaining and criticising about &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; to those around me, i can only say that i yearn to stop working.&lt;br /&gt;i really really am willing to give up the entra 300bucks, have my pocket money reduced by more than half, just to gain back that 2 hours of freedom, and prevent my blood from having to boil every other day.&lt;br /&gt;but then, i might not be able to afford to go hongkong at the end of the year. unless i can find sponsors, which i think is rather unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;this is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;but the thought of getting away from it, really makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;so if i really can get away from it, i think i would be really elated.&lt;br /&gt;at least now, maybe i can study better, and feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling miserable.&lt;br /&gt;i have got hypothesis tutorial to rush, and up till now, i still dunno what the heck it is about.&lt;br /&gt;serve me right for not paying attention during lectures. but its really hard to pay attention during lectures lah. and its really hard to understand her more and more now. maybe the topic is just hard. or alternatively, the problem may lie in me myself, that i am just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics tomorrow. physics tomorrow. physics tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot think of anything, but to think of how to declare that i want to quit. i really really really really wana quit.&lt;br /&gt;the incident yesterday was just a catalyst.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wana work anymore. i dun want dun want.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i am whining like a baby. but then again, what else can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. at least, i should be glad that i found another study buddy.&lt;br /&gt;pamela, out of the blue, asked me to study with her on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. i like study buddies.&lt;br /&gt;cause i always wana study outside, but there is no one to do that with me.&lt;br /&gt;so i would embrace any possible study buddy.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i yearn to laugh now. but i just cannot.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should go sit next to the class clowns/jokers or rather, funny people like serene.. her hee hee hee will make me laugh. she don't even need to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i think the best way to bring me out of my misery now is to talk to mummy.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back to the life where i can just do anyting i want at night.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder whether i would be disciplined, and do my homework faithfully every night.&lt;br /&gt;hai.&lt;br /&gt;but right now, i guess i can only be hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;till the next time i come back.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i would be much happier by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-2916376238544360176</id><published>2007-08-01T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:33:45.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am about to be very vulgar, cause i am damn bushuang now.&lt;br /&gt;until the extent, maybe you can describe it with dulan.&lt;br /&gt;so you have a chance to click the little cross at the top right hand corner to escape seeing me whine, and hurl vulgarities, or you can choose to stay on, to see how much more vicious my mouth can get.&lt;br /&gt;if you choose to stay, then don't bother feeling any form of anger after reading. don't even bother whining. don't bother feeling offended or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;its your choice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so so so so so so angry, until i feel like screaming.&lt;br /&gt;who told you to choose this time to try and step on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;brainless crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bloody bastard.&lt;br /&gt;totally a waste of resources.&lt;br /&gt;its such a waste to feed a bum like you.&lt;br /&gt;fucked up asshole.&lt;br /&gt;you bloody motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;fucked up shit who cannot understand your very own mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;bloody sucker who only know how to argue brainlessly, using that one pathetic fucked up word.&lt;br /&gt;you retarded piece of shit. you totally throw your parents hard earned money down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;tell your fucking kindergarten lies. think i cannot tell ah.&lt;br /&gt;screwed up teenager who cannot understand instructions.&lt;br /&gt;cannot execute simple instructions.&lt;br /&gt;so what if your family is rich.&lt;br /&gt;go get your prawn sized brain and balloon sized head checked man.&lt;br /&gt;i bet some worms ate it your brain up, leaving only lumps of rotting crap inside man.&lt;br /&gt;its really a wastage of resources to support this kind of bum man.&lt;br /&gt;all these resources, all these money, so many other people deserve it better.&lt;br /&gt;so many other people can make better use of the money.&lt;br /&gt;so many other people can achieve more than you bloody useless bum with the money.&lt;br /&gt;you bloody brainless crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i am really so damn fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;if even you people don't wana respect yourself, why the hell on earth should i bother trying.&lt;br /&gt;now i know. i can never be a teacher. because i can never tolerate all sorts of crap immature losers in class can ever give me.&lt;br /&gt;why the fuck on earth do i want to sacrifice 2 fucking hours a day, and face a whole bunch of immature losers who makes me feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;why the hell do i want to make myself get pissed and irritated every other night.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;i can survive with 300bucks less every month.&lt;br /&gt;(can i?)&lt;br /&gt;forget it. i can. i shall not allow myself to succumb to greed.&lt;br /&gt;when its time, i am just going to quit. i shall stop making myself angry. i shall stop torturing myself with all these crap.&lt;br /&gt;you can solve it all yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i can forsee this coming to an end really soon.&lt;br /&gt;because, its almost the max already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-2916376238544360176?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/2916376238544360176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=2916376238544360176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2916376238544360176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/2916376238544360176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-about-to-be-very-vulgar-cause-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-8496020586864046325</id><published>2007-07-29T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:05:04.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/6514292/3898401983"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realised that i haven't really posted a proper blog entry for a few days, which is kind of odd, since i am such an ON person.&lt;br /&gt;but it all can be explained.&lt;br /&gt;it must have been cause of PMS.&lt;br /&gt;and for i don't know what reason, i chose to vent any form on anger on my pillow, my things, by throwing them around, instead of yakking on my blog, where everyone could see.&lt;br /&gt;its so loser lah. like.. complain about people that you are not happy with on your blog, to let the whole world see. ok. i don't really practice that i preach. but at least, i am slightly more discreet.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, but its just stupid lah.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, blog is where you write what you want to write. so people should just read it, and shut up. not happy? go and start your own blog to criticise, or otherwise, you can vent it on your pillow as well. i am sure your pillow won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this whole week passed quite fast. cause i pon school on monday, then wed and thurs was learning fest. so more or less, its quite slack.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me.. i haven't done the maths assignment yet. Do you think i can borrow and copy it from someone tmr? i am too tired to think of it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to learning fest, its quite sad that i didn get to join any cooking or baking ones, where i can learn things that i yearn to learn.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i can cook for myself on a lonely saturday night, where everyone abandoned me at home.&lt;br /&gt;right right. stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/6514292/3898401983"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so its tuesday and friday having normal lessons only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i met weiqin at 1030 at parkway macs to study. i reached earlier, cause i wanted to start earlier, and also cause sis was leaving house early. so if i followed her, both me and her can get a ride from daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were supposed to meet melly at parkway macs at 1130. but she didn reach there until like 1230, cause she didn't alight at the right stop. she went all the way to geylang before deciding to call me to ask whether she passed parkway already. turned out that she really did pass by parkway without alighting.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to go play pool initially while waiting for peilian. but in the end, she called us to bluff us that she was taking cab, but she didn. ok. she didn't lie on purpose. but she told us that she was taking cab, and i was led into believing that we should go to the laksa shop now, so that we will all reach there on time and all eat earlier. but in the end, she decided to take bus. and we waited for like half an hour for them.&lt;br /&gt;then after we finished eating, we decided to walk to katong shopping centre there to have dessert. so in the end, we didn go and play pool, cause there was no more time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are pics of our desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mango i dunno what thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RqybIuFsWjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BlagTNKgGRM/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092615852762356274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RqybIuFsWjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BlagTNKgGRM/s400/DSC00327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything we ordered. sesame paste, tang yuan (its called ah-balling there. dunno why also.) and the josh sam mango thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RqybDuFsWiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mZTyQrPkOp0/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092615766863010338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RqybDuFsWiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mZTyQrPkOp0/s400/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. this one, is me and melly copy peilian and mel, take photo using the spoon. lol. too bad. the spoon not reflective enough. try harder next time. go back to school to grab a bigger spoon to do it again. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/Rqya3OFsWhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fJJVIzP_CSA/s1600-h/Meow-0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092615552114645522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/Rqya3OFsWhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fJJVIzP_CSA/s400/Meow-0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. i don't feel like blogging anymore. i wana go and eat my brownie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see you soon. when i feel like i got something to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tmr is a damn sian day by the way, cause there is the rehearsal for installation, as lame as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hear her say tat its something so important man. make me feel like dying.&lt;/div&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/35832120-8496020586864046325?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8496020586864046325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=8496020586864046325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8496020586864046325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8496020586864046325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-realised-that-i-havent-really-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RqybIuFsWjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BlagTNKgGRM/s72-c/DSC00327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-1246766812245760411</id><published>2007-07-27T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T21:31:43.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no.&lt;br /&gt;eileen is scared.&lt;br /&gt;eileen is freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;gosh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-1246766812245760411?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-7583264757423714426</id><published>2007-07-23T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:57:34.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blistered feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go to school today cause i went for sis' convocation.&lt;br /&gt;it never crossed my mind to skip school for her convocation.&lt;br /&gt;until yesterday night itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my decision to go for the convocation was not that simple indeed.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i chose it partly to escape chem tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to finish the harry potter book, that i totally neglected doing any homework over the weekends. yeah. so there came this opportunity for me to siam 3 periods of chem tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, there was another reason, embarrassing. so i shall not say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can try seeking motivation from there, but i don't really think so.&lt;br /&gt;afterall, i know very well how i function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. actually, the major major reason was that cause i felt that maybe i SHOULD go for it.&lt;br /&gt;because daddy had taken a halfday off to make it, and pasu has taken a full day off.&lt;br /&gt;i won't hurt if i missed a day of school will it? i am sure its considered as some urgent family matter.&lt;br /&gt;and according to kinia, its something glorious.&lt;br /&gt;then again, there are so many uni graduands each year.&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind. its still an honour to be one of them, cause not everyone graduates from uni.&lt;br /&gt;and the thing that made me muster the courage to send that sms to mdm hoh was that kinia said that when she graduates next year, her whole family is going to fly to america to attend the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;fly from indonesia most likely.&lt;br /&gt;so why should i not go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has done it.&lt;br /&gt;now, its my turn, i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-7583264757423714426?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/7583264757423714426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=7583264757423714426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7583264757423714426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/7583264757423714426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/07/blistered-feet.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-5594471775397190514</id><published>2007-07-20T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:26:18.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taggies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;weiqin: BINGO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i am quite tired. After this whole week of cannot-sleep-early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i am partly to blame for such a plight, cause it all happened because of my refusal to give up on television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least, i gave up on computer already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i watched harry potter. its quite boring actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there weren't any good climax, and its not exciting cause i already know the plot, and know what to anticipate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. its a bad choice to watch at night, especially on a cannot-get-enough-sleep week. so i was fighting to keep awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the sake of money, i will stay awake. hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, there were quite a few funny occassions this few days, definitely worth blogging about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe next time when i re-read my blog again, i might come across this, and laugh my heads off at these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, (thusday), we ended lessons at like 130, cause GP was sort of cancelled, cause miss tan had something on. but she obviously gave us some assignment to complete. Then, we were all killing time at the library from 130 onwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to wait 4 damn hours for the econs test, which i definitely am going to fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what do you expect? firstly, i didn't study. and secondly, the damned test is like at 530pm. and by that time, its only natural for me and my brain to be tired already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, i was like too tired to register and think, and i was merely scribbling rubbish on my script. but whatever. this is econs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, cause peilian, serene and chandra had their cell group at the macs outside school, me, melly and derrick decided to just follow them out of school to macs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then when we reached there, the 3 of them went for their cell, and the 3 of us sat at some corner of macs, and tried to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was this stupid housefly, which is really successful in irritating us man. i hope its dead by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, when we were walking out of macs, heading back to school, chandra suddenly asked in a shocked way "eh? meowlee, you forgot to take your bag ah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then melly played along, and gave the shocked face saying, "oh yah, my bag......"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. then chandra anxiously went back into macs, to the table that we were sitting before that, only to realise that there was no back there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the rest of us left outside, were laughing like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then chandra came out like quite anxious, saying that melly's bag is not there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Derrick told chandra to go back in to ask the person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and CHANDRA REALLY DID IT!!! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then me and melly decided that we had to stop him, before he embarrass himself further, and we all be late for the stupid econs test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. then we went back into macs to tell the person that chandra was trying to get help to find melly's bag that this was just a misunderstanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. chandra was like quite sad when he realised that we tricked him, and that melly's bag is actually in the locker, back in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this wasn't the only occassion that chandra was being bullied by us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were given postcards in chapel in the morning, and for some reason, chandra chose to put his into his pocket. then in the end, derrick took it out and wrote "chandra charles chikopei"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he then put it back into chandra's pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then peilian noticed the spelling mistake, then she took it out, and changed it to "cheekopek"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the more the merrier, i decided to join in the fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i started writing that his age was 6+, and that he wanted barbie dolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dunno why, chandra obeys derrick's instruction almost totally lah. he listened to derrick, and left the postcard in his pocket, without reading what was written on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he listened to derrick to walk around to find serene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. and i found it damn amusing, so i took a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am sure you can see his "nametag" popping our of his pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089276596298988962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RqC-GaYcPaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Yi312_Vl_Gc/s400/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a closeup view of his "nametag".&lt;br /&gt;sorry ah. my camera damn lousy. so is my photo taking skills. not my fault. there isn't autofocus.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i am sure its sort of readable.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089276720853040562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RqC-NqYcPbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jYwNxKMleTQ/s400/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. today, i realised that chandra also know how to fool people one ah.&lt;br /&gt;cause.. before maths, me, serene, peilian, and regina went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;then on our way back, we met chandra. then he was like saying.. "faster. mdm kwan is there already. she is quite angry. she told me to come out to ask you all faster"&lt;br /&gt;then the moment we all started running, chandra continued, "haha. actually i bluff you one lah"&lt;br /&gt;stupid chandra. i didn't know that he is capable of fooling people also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time i found quite funny today was during maths lecture.&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting next to regina.&lt;br /&gt;then both of us were conversing in chinese (i just have this habit to talk to her in chinese sometimes lah.)&lt;br /&gt;then mel started saying. "i feel like i am in china."&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. damn funny. when i heard that, i started laughing lah.&lt;br /&gt;and we realised that when our row wasn't talking, the whole CC is actually kinda silent.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, cause of what mel said, regina became "da lu mei", as well as "zhong guo mei".&lt;br /&gt;then we started comparing the level of insult the insults we used on each other.&lt;br /&gt;haha. then i tried to ask manda whether "jian" or "da lu mei" was worse, she couldn't answer me, cause she was trying to ask for a translation. haha. i refused to give a translation, cause meanings would have been lost while we are trying to translate. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i found it quite funny also, cause to lijian (we tried to ask him for his opinion as well), both insults were equally insulting. haha. especially in his shoes man. hahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then..&lt;br /&gt;i think the josh sam trying to find seat during maths lecture in the CC thing was kinda funny also.&lt;br /&gt;but too bad, its not suitable to be blogged lah. cause its quite sensitive. lol.&lt;br /&gt;but we were all laughing at the start of the maths lecture. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, i think most of us would have agreed with him lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. i am so tired. my eyes are aching.&lt;br /&gt;they yearn to close.&lt;br /&gt;harry potter is coming out tmr! i am sure it would be much better than the movie. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-5594471775397190514?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/5594471775397190514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=5594471775397190514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5594471775397190514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5594471775397190514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/07/taggies-weiqin-bingo-well-i-am-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RqC-GaYcPaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Yi312_Vl_Gc/s72-c/DSC00320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-5129712414927869973</id><published>2007-07-19T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:31:28.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;my brain is tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that there were a few typos in the previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;too bad lah. i am too lazy to change them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;ok. actually, i got quite a bit to say today, but i better not.&lt;br /&gt;if not, i really don't need to sleep today already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i better start working.&lt;br /&gt;i can forsee myself sleeping way past one today.&lt;br /&gt;i can forsee myself dozing off during maths lecture.&lt;br /&gt;i can forsee myself desperately praying that time would pass faster tmr, especially during maths period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so turned off by sampling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i can barely keep my eyes open now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;so is my brain.&lt;br /&gt;the fast music don't seem to be helping.&lt;br /&gt;i wana sleep.&lt;br /&gt;arghh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-5129712414927869973?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/5129712414927869973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=5129712414927869973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5129712414927869973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5129712414927869973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-6533464716042760963</id><published>2007-07-18T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:13:20.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I failed by GP.&lt;br /&gt;with a U.&lt;br /&gt;but then, i don't know why i don't feel anything after failing it.&lt;br /&gt;probably cause i saw this coming. i am prepared.&lt;br /&gt;even when i was doing my paper 2, i already know that i would fail.&lt;br /&gt;but its ok. because i am not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;wow. but i think this is the first U i have ever gotton in myJC life (er.. includes only formal exams). and perhaps, its the first time i ever failed something, if i am not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;from what i remember, the other time i failed something was common test last year, i got S for econs, but miss jackina gave me one extra mark to push me up to an E.&lt;br /&gt;but luckily, i am rescued by the inclusion of the marks of daily assignments into the BT2 paper marks.&lt;br /&gt;and i managed to pass.&lt;br /&gt;borderline.&lt;br /&gt;E.&lt;br /&gt;but does it really matter? its just block test.&lt;br /&gt;have i woken up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to for harry potter to come out!&lt;br /&gt;i think i might have to chiong through it, cause i don't really have the luxury to take my own sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;afterall, prelims is 6 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;and there isn't any study break before that for us to chiong. i think i might just die.&lt;br /&gt;now, i suddenly wish i haven't stopped. if only i didn't lose momentum, i guess i might be much happier now.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, maybe i might have burned out by now. so perhaps, this is a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so tiring. you are forced to study.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wana do it, but i just HAVE TO.&lt;br /&gt;responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;alright. i chose this path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, my life is about going school, study, eat and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;ok. for this month, i can include the "shopping".&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think i did quite alot of shopping during the great singapore sale season.&lt;br /&gt;sorry ah. i am like convinced that i should only buy things when there is sale. and when there isn't sale anymore, i shouldn't bother buying anything, cause its not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously wonder what peilian they all are getting for me for birthday.&lt;br /&gt;its late.&lt;br /&gt;but then, its better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;i tried like.. finding out a little from sis today, and all i got from her mouth was that its something that is practical, and its something that i want.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;i like practical things.&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder what i want. cause i seriously cannot recall what i want.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;there was this personality test that mdm hoh let us do last week..&lt;br /&gt;she returned the analysis during ME today.&lt;br /&gt;let me share with you the analysis.. i think its kinda accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the go-getter type who is highly perfectionistic.&lt;/em&gt; (true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tend to be aggressive and explosive. (&lt;/em&gt;DAMN TRUE&lt;em&gt;!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hence, you may be agitated with others and yourself when you meet with disappointments from others and yourself.&lt;/em&gt; (very true as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You believe in your own ability and you are confident of your own performance and good ranking.&lt;/em&gt; (ok lah. quite true lah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, to those people in school whom i shared the encounter i had a few days ago, regarding THAT, i am glad to know that everyone i told agreed with my stand.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, think carefully. my stand is quite common-sensically right. (ok. i know that is no such word. but i know you understand me right?)&lt;br /&gt;console yourself. i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i'm hungry. i always overeat nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i have yet to study for the econs test tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;roar. econs is such a turn of.&lt;br /&gt;its common sense made difficult.&lt;br /&gt;very difficult in fact.&lt;br /&gt;i wana eat!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;kimchi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-6533464716042760963?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/6533464716042760963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=6533464716042760963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/6533464716042760963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/6533464716042760963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-failed-by-gp.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-5254594425628949930</id><published>2007-07-16T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:43:29.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fingers; stiff, cramped&lt;br /&gt;patience; exhausted&lt;br /&gt;the black and white; unappealing&lt;br /&gt;time; running out&lt;br /&gt;me; disheartened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing me a few praises, will ya.&lt;br /&gt;it cost you nothing, but means a lot to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-5254594425628949930?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/5254594425628949930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=5254594425628949930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5254594425628949930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/5254594425628949930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/07/fingers-stiff-cramped-patience-depleted.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-8810604118020027954</id><published>2007-07-14T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T19:44:29.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You better be glad that i didn flunk my block test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or else i would have taken your suggestion to leave home and never come back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or maybe, i can just go and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn. you really make me feel that i am better off dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and maybe, when i die, people around me can have a better life. maybe people will feel happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother asking me anything about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-8810604118020027954?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8810604118020027954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=8810604118020027954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8810604118020027954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8810604118020027954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-better-be-glad-that-i-didn-flunk-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-8010315192964875296</id><published>2007-07-13T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:37:31.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a week of cam whoring at appropriate times, using various &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handphones&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos......&lt;br /&gt;First: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Peilian&lt;/span&gt; trying out my new bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/Rpccb6YcPZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/azwqs_I2I6g/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086565569992080786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/Rpccb6YcPZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/azwqs_I2I6g/s400/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was JEALOUS. so i also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wana&lt;/span&gt; take picture with my own bag. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RpccUqYcPYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EPAdwjQyzBk/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086565445438029186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RpccUqYcPYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EPAdwjQyzBk/s400/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Then someone suggested that me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;qin&lt;/span&gt; take a photo together. so we did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RpccMKYcPXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sOaOWKZ_pVM/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086565299409141106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RpccMKYcPXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sOaOWKZ_pVM/s400/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then during maths lecture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were quite bored as usual, and half the time, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; pay attention to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mrs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and anyway, it started with me being childish as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i started taking one item out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pple's&lt;/span&gt; pencil box, and told them to guess what i took out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after doing it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;weiqin&lt;/span&gt;, she wanted to do it back on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then she took a black pen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. i had so many of the same kind of black pen in my pencil case, i failed to realise the thing she took out had the HIGHEST PROBABILITY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had 3 new black pens, and 3 old ones. so its altogether 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but by the end of the maths lecture, i had only 5 left. cause i finished the ink of one of them, and threw it away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and anyway.. we were bored.. and the picture below is my retribution for attempting to stretch across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alicia's&lt;/span&gt; table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RpccFqYcPWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6vVaoJI7gdg/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086565187739991394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RpccFqYcPWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6vVaoJI7gdg/s400/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and anyway, i don't know why, but we got reminded of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alicia's&lt;/span&gt; onion. then i remembered my apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. my apple is something new man. very few people got to see it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;licia&lt;/span&gt; was complaining that the onion was HERS. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. its a quite true, but NOT entirely true. cause i was there when she derived that. and i remember... i added something to her drawing out of boredom, and then the product looked like onion. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; how it was derived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then coming to think it, i think i already saw something that resembles onions in sec school already. but i don't think my class was so into doodling at that time. so maybe i have short term memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and anyway, after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;weiqin&lt;/span&gt; saw me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;alicia's&lt;/span&gt; cute cute drawings(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;erps&lt;/span&gt;), she came up with something as well. something really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that is........ (hint hint: look at the photo below. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. The photo quite sharp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.. cause we used josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sam's&lt;/span&gt; camera.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/Rpcb96YcPVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ae-NhpwWrn8/s1600-h/DSC00650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086565054596005202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/Rpcb96YcPVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ae-NhpwWrn8/s400/DSC00650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. YEAH. she drew a circle, and then labelled it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;fishball&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then her first attempt on this book was kinda funny. cause her copyright thingy is bigger than her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;fishball&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. so she erased it, and drew a BIGGER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;fishball&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hahahahhaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. now. let me complain about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;horrrrrible&lt;/span&gt; morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but before that, i shall give some background information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was supposed to wake up last night to try and understand chem. i seriously don't know what the hell is going on in chem now, especially since i did the chem tutorial like way before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; hols, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; like nearly 2 months ago. and i didn't bother refreshing my memories before the tutorial lessons. and so, as a result, i dunno what the heck miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;tsang&lt;/span&gt; was talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;shhhh&lt;/span&gt;. don't tell anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its embarrassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;. so in summary, i was just supposed to wake up last night to understand chem a little more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the end, i didn't manage to. i think i was like hallucinating when my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; alarm rang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. and i seriously cannot remember, and don't know what i was thinking at that point in time. why didn't i wake up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i was tired. maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this morning, mummy woke up late, cause her alarm didn't ring or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then in the end, she woke me up late, and daddy woke up at the usual time. then in the end, i had to like rush through everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and since i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;' t manage to wake up last night, i didn't pack my bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i had to faster pack my bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;somemore&lt;/span&gt;, the usually quite patient daddy chose to call my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;, which was in silent mode. then obviously i didn't know that it was vibrating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. then he came to scold me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't tie my hair before i left the house, cause i was in such a BIG rush &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i first lost one of my 2 clips in the car. but that was still acceptable. cause i could do with one clip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT THEN. when i was like ready to tie my hair already, i realised that i dropped my damned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;rubberband&lt;/span&gt; somewhere in the car, and i couldn't find it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;. then i immediately got damn pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was so so so angry, i really felt like screaming at daddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. i mean, can't he spare me just one more minute at home for me to tie my hair or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then in the end, i had to like call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;peilian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;melly&lt;/span&gt; and finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;alicia&lt;/span&gt; before i managed to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;rubberband&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i only met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;alicia&lt;/span&gt; after the bell rang, at the assembly area. then i had to hurry up tie my hair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. then in the end, just anyhow tie, without a mirror. but in the end, it turned out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. just a little messier than usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now i know, i can tie my hair without a mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but seriously, when i reached school, i was like super pissed, and ready to kill anyone who comes to irritate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;rubberband&lt;/span&gt;. i don't know why i am so pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i am just irritated over the fact that daddy refused to spare me just ONE MORE MINUTE. its not as if we were like GOING TO BE LATE. we were still so &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;okok&lt;/span&gt;. its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. don't get agitated over history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the learning fest thing was quite disappointing lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause mdm kwan fed us with wrong information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she told us that the online sign up thing only starts on friday, instead on thursday, as stated on the paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we all believed. and its so freaking sad. cause by the time we wanted to sign up, alot of things were gone already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no cheesecake for us. no zoo for us. no dessert making. no so many things lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't know that shihan was part of the zoo organising committee huh. hahahaha. so cool lah. i think its like one of the most popular choices already lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wana go zooooooooooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the end, i signed up for maths trail(with qin, licia, and pei), kick boxing(with licia), photography and photo editing course conducted by josh siao (with qin, pei, gina), and resume writing (with i think most of the girls in class).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;evidently, we all are CONCERNED about our future, such that we decided to go for resume writing. yah. write a good resume with &lt;em&gt;biang biang&lt;/em&gt; english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe they should have like hosted learning fest earlier, and then can like add something like SGC writing. i think maybe quite a few people might sign up. i think i might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyway, its so sad. no cooking/ no baking for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its ok. maybe i can learn it from sis. ask her to experiment everything out, then tell me whats the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wana learn cheesecake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my teeth hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am eating korean food at dhoby tmr!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i must standby lots lots tissue paper, bring lotsa water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and prepare to tear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-8010315192964875296?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8010315192964875296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=8010315192964875296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8010315192964875296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/8010315192964875296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-week-of-cam-whoring-at.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Nd0_U58pqtc/Rpccb6YcPZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/azwqs_I2I6g/s72-c/DSC00289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-2014029509882822584</id><published>2007-07-12T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T17:10:49.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went for dental today.&lt;br /&gt;the colour of my rubberbands now is quite screwed.&lt;br /&gt;i first asked for light blue, to complement karen.&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out that i cannot use light blue, and the reason was something to do with the material of the rubberbands vs i need to close up the gaps now.&lt;br /&gt;so i asked for dark blue.&lt;br /&gt;then the nurse echoed navy blue.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know that navy blue could turn out so light. it totally looks like turquoise.&lt;br /&gt;i asked for SA colour. not crescent colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i am so so so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;piano exam is in a month. and i cannot play 2 out of 3 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;especially for the 3rd piece, i need to stop, and find the notes.&lt;br /&gt;then 2nd piece was not that bad. i am just a bit slow in pressing. not to the extent of stopping to find the notes.&lt;br /&gt;this is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;and my scales. i cannot play melodic minor scales. cause i just cannot remember them.&lt;br /&gt;aural. i still cannot answer questions. i think i am quite ok with periods now. but i still cannot describe phrase, dynamics, what-kind-of-dance-is-this... i cannot identify its tonality. and the most easy one, singing the right hand part, i also cannot remember the tunes. BUT I REALLY CAN IDENTIFY. i just have bad memory, so bad that i cannot remember the tunes.&lt;br /&gt;and my sight-singing is quite bad as well. i cannot sing to the beat. especially semi-quavers and dotted quavers.&lt;br /&gt;i am so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;but its ok. there is still hope.&lt;br /&gt;i have ONE MORE MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;and practice makes perfect. i shall not give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics.&lt;br /&gt;was like shit.&lt;br /&gt;i should stop complaining about how much i hate physics. this is so childish.&lt;br /&gt;i am sure physics don't like me either.&lt;br /&gt;so i aim to like physics, and make physics reciprocate my love for it.&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, i have been getting Ds for physics since common test last year, no matter how hard i study. i am positively sure that the amount of effort i put into all the physics exams varied. and for this time, i don't think i was being very very very very lazy, though i was a little lazy.&lt;br /&gt;AND I STILL GOT D.&lt;br /&gt;D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.&lt;br /&gt;this is so sad ):&lt;br /&gt;and somemore, its those kind of borderline D. one more damn mark, and i would be able to up a grade.&lt;br /&gt;and for the information of those people whom i whined to, i didn't manage to find my one mark in the end ):&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Had i processed the information more thoroughly through my brain, i would have scored many more marks, instead of just 1.&lt;br /&gt;then again, i know my physics sucks. so i should not be so greedy.&lt;br /&gt;and, its ok. ITS JUST BT2.&lt;br /&gt;then again, thats not very true. cause a levels is just ONE paper away.&lt;br /&gt;hrmph. its all paper 2's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SAJC is really kind of weird.&lt;br /&gt;they chose to set a hard physics paper, and make alot of people score badly. then now they want to set another paper to make us retake.&lt;br /&gt;like whats the point? might as well just don't try to set something so hard in the first place. or maybe you could have tried giving us more time. that could have worked.&lt;br /&gt;its so so waste paper and time to set another paper. global warming. deforestation is taking place too rapidly. stop wasting paper! Its bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of having to write SGC totally turns me off.&lt;br /&gt;literally. i totally feel like dropping everything i am doing now, convince myself that i am darn tired, and then go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;blame it on my limited vocab. my inability to form proper sentences. my fear that something sounding darn superficial would be produced, causing permanent scars on my testimonial. maybe i am just being paranoid. but SGC is going to affect my future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian. i got no momentum to do anything now already.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like hiding in a shell, and never coming out.&lt;br /&gt;ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;i am just so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;august is so stressful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-2014029509882822584?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-7736838907680723920</id><published>2007-07-09T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:08:36.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate making choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i chose this. so i have to be prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to stop regretting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this sucks man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its my decision. so i have to be responsible for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blame no one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no regrets. i hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not sure of what i am talking about anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i don't really want to be THAT sure of what i am talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep guessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. lets cut this crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are the photos for the BBQ. i got it from josh sam and lijian this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085089834321786354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RpHeQymzNfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QUVrtmG3gxk/s400/Image142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085088026140554706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RpHcnimzNdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/X2W6s2AOV7U/s400/Image143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RpHcOSmzNbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5RKS-tKzqk8/s1600-h/Image141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085087592348857778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd0_U58pqtc/RpHcOSmzNbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5RKS-tKzqk8/s400/Image141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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a result, i got a U for my paper.&lt;br /&gt;oh pls pls pls don't let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;i won't flip, but i will be so so so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not as if i expect alot from GP, but i don't think a pass is asking alot.&lt;br /&gt;i should be mentally prepared for the worst, cause gp paper 2 was screwed like shit for me.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ok to screw bt2, cause its just bt2.&lt;br /&gt;but i should really start worrying.&lt;br /&gt;cause A levels is just one exam away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-2343693755762717572?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/2343693755762717572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>today was a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;but at least, it was eventful, and its quite a good form of relaxation before lessons start proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, i went to town to meet kinia, cause i really wanted to get the books, bags, and my brownies from her.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite a last minute decision, like made at around 12 last night.&lt;br /&gt;yah. that evil tweet.. made me travel all the way from kembangan there.&lt;br /&gt;Forum was just a stone throw away from her house, and she was like so reluctant to walk out to meet me lah.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, she obviously did, cause i threatened her. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, after some short chat, and some sloppy breakfast, she had to walk to gleneagles to meet her parents, and i decided to take bus home, cause i was too lazy to walk all the way to the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;the bag of stuff that she got for me was heavy.....&lt;br /&gt;plus, the floor was a little wet. the mrt station was so far away lah. plus, i probably won't get a seat. not only that, the mrt is sure to be crowded.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, i decided to just take bus home, since i had a book with me.&lt;br /&gt;yah yah. the trip took an hour, and i read until i had headache lah.&lt;br /&gt;its a bad idea to read on a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a short rest at home, i changed into a GREEN t-shirt and shorts, and off i went, to PP to meet weiqin, lijian and regina.&lt;br /&gt;poor lijian. he was the only guy there, cause yisheng pangseh-ed him.&lt;br /&gt;but its ok. he is the jiejie.&lt;br /&gt;haha. regina was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;but it was my fault to start with. i made her take the wrong bus. and only until quite late, (but not too late), then i realised that bus 16 stops at katong.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, with the help of the bus driver, she managed to alight at a stop somewhere at katong.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, she managed to meet us at the bottom of the SHELTERED overhead bridge. but that wasn't before she crossed the road for some reason, then cross the overhead bridge again. regina likes crossing roads. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had katong laksa.&lt;br /&gt;haha. then with lijian leading, everyone ordered green tea, cause of the live earth day thing.&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. i forgot to say.&lt;br /&gt;me, weiqin and lijian turned up in green. only regina, came in blue. then she was arguing that she had this green shirt that was crumpled in her bag. and she refused to change into them, cause it was too cute, or was it cause it was too crumpled. i think she was looking for an iron.&lt;br /&gt;so lame.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i sent street fighter to both weiqin and lijian. haha. regina's retro phone couldn't accept such things.&lt;br /&gt;and i think she too demure to play street fighter lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, we were wondering whether we should go play pool or to just go straight to my house to play mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;then since we couldn't decide, weiqin and lijian scissors paper stoned, with qin representing pool, and jian representing mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;haha. lijian won in the end.&lt;br /&gt;so off we went to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. now they know how kelian i am.&lt;br /&gt;they were all complaining how hot it was, and how far away my house was.&lt;br /&gt;its not my fault. i suggested taking a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for live earth day, and wearing green.&lt;br /&gt;i ended up switching 2 aircons on when we reached home, cause it was so freaking HOT.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but we switched one off later when it became cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh. i was in a winning streak for mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;i WAS. until chandra, jacob and derrick came.&lt;br /&gt;then i kept losing.&lt;br /&gt;and we finally stopped and declared weiqin the winner when she got &lt;em&gt;shi san yao&lt;/em&gt;, somemore its &lt;em&gt;zi mo&lt;/em&gt; lor.&lt;br /&gt;eh. i tried to make &lt;em&gt;shi san yao &lt;/em&gt;also. but too bad. i was short of 3 tiles. and anyway, it was an impossible task, cause firstly, i made a mistake of declaring that i wanted to make &lt;em&gt;shi san yao&lt;/em&gt; right from the start. then people started throwing all possible cards for &lt;em&gt;shi san yao&lt;/em&gt; right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;but even if i didn't, i don't think i will succeed still, cause right from the start, 3 &lt;em&gt;dong&lt;/em&gt; were being thrown out, and the 4th one was at a region which was "untouchable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after we finished playing that, we finished the movie that chandra, jacob, and josh sam was watching before that - 200 pounds beauty.&lt;br /&gt;wah. thankfully sis had that at home lah. if not i have nothing to entertain them already. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then after that, we decided to go play tennis.&lt;br /&gt;the tennis rackets were quite screwed. like.. the handle part there, i think it was mouldy. and the thing decolourised.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, i had to use masking tape to wrap around it.&lt;br /&gt;then cause the tennis court in my condo was occupied, we had to go over to windyheights to play instead.&lt;br /&gt;wah lao. the tennis courts must pay money one lah.&lt;br /&gt;one hour 2 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;wahhh. then what is the maintenance fees for lor.&lt;br /&gt;somemore, they had to much rules lah. like... can only have 4 people in the court. must be properly attired yada yada yada. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;i hate rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, some of the guys played tennis, and initially, regina weiqin and i wanted to play volleyball. but then, the ball was so bloated. haha. i mean the ball was so hard. then our hands or rather arms got damn painful hitting it.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, we decided to play basketball instead, since windyheights had a basketball court as well.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to borrow basketball from chen an, and we headed to the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;when we went to the basketball court, we realised that the door was locked, and i thought that there were constructions taking place or something.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, after i went all the way back to return the ball, they told me that we could climb into the court through this hole.&lt;br /&gt;and we went back, and did that.&lt;br /&gt;so we played for a while, while waiting for melly to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then around 7, we went back home to BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;the fire wasn't start at that time yet, but daddy didn't take a long time to get it started.&lt;br /&gt;so soon, we started BBQ-ing.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, the GIRLS started BBQ-ing.&lt;br /&gt;yah yah. we were working like slaves, cooking for the guys.&lt;br /&gt;then after feeding them, FINALLY, they volunteered to take over us to BBQ the food.&lt;br /&gt;haha. we were waiting to see when they would volunteer to help us BBQ the food actually.&lt;br /&gt;they feed us with food that were either not cooked enough, or overcooked aka &lt;em&gt;chao da&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haha. then poor josh sam, keeping getting scolded by me. and the food that they cooked kept getting rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we finally finished, clearing up that time, chandra, who drank 4 cans of tiger beer by then, was like.. i think maybe a little tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;cause..&lt;br /&gt;when jacob poured water over the charcoal, there were smoke (like duh).&lt;br /&gt;then chandra.. he sat there, then he was like pointing on the fire, and muttering something, which i really cannot make out. and it just sounded like some weird noise, and it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;all of us burst into laughter, cause we found it damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. chandra was like a drunkard lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, the guys went to swim. and the girls, me, melly, regina, and weiqin stayed at home to play mahjong for a while more.&lt;br /&gt;then a while later, before ten, all of them decided to leave. then just nice, the guys were also done.&lt;br /&gt;so daddy gave them a lift to mrt station or jalan eunos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i am so tired now. dunno why also.&lt;br /&gt;and.. i think i still smell of chicken wings and charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;i put alot of soap when i bathe already lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite a cool day today,&lt;br /&gt;cause its 07-07-07.&lt;br /&gt;and S07 had their mini class gathering.&lt;br /&gt;ok. sorry for not asking everyone.&lt;br /&gt;but i hope all those that came today had fun (:(:(:(:(:(:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-4853135310243944234?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/4853135310243944234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i am quite looking forward to tomorrow. i will kill those who pangseh me.&lt;br /&gt;today was quite lame, cause we went to school for one hour of maths and one hour of econs only.&lt;br /&gt;somemore, i didn't pay attention at all during maths.&lt;br /&gt;all i did during maths was to suddenly declare that we should go sentosa, get pple to go, then let the plan fall through. then i would start whining, saying that no one wants to play with me. then i start complaining that i want to play mahjong, want to eat laksa and everything.&lt;br /&gt;i feel more like going to sentosa than anywhere actually, cause my inside colour is the same as outside colour already.&lt;br /&gt;i am damn white now. so yucks lah.&lt;br /&gt;haha. then apart from that, i remember us passing handphones around to play with. then come to think of it, i think all the phones being passed around are sony ericsson phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after maths lecture, we had one hour to kill.&lt;br /&gt;we sat at the cafe, and spent some time there doing dunno what.&lt;br /&gt;i think it was then when we decided that we should go out, or rather come to my house for fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;haha. WEAR GREEN TMR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then econs was sian, cause as usual, i cannot really register what jackina was talking about. and all i did was to sit there, and copy whatever she flashed.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i remember asking chandra to come to my house. haha. and to attract him to come, i agreed to let him bring along jacob.&lt;br /&gt;then he actually answered jacob's call in the LT lah.. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;and he didn't know what a jacuzzi was. then he went to telll jacob that he can eat jacuzzi at my house.. hahahaha. damn funny. everyone, laugh at chandra now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the college day program at night was ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;quite boring at some parts, but the Mr Yee was amusing when he was trying to lead us in the college song lah. hahaha. he sounded damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. he made things really interesting. though i think we sort of sounded like we were singing for some cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stupid program ended at around 7 something.&lt;br /&gt;yah yah. there was the buffet, but we were not allowed to get food, until the prize winners and VIPs and parents got them.&lt;br /&gt;and since i needed to reach home before 8, i couldn't wait anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so i went home with an empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid kinia.&lt;br /&gt;she is such an annoying person.&lt;br /&gt;she refused to walk out to forum to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;she complained that it is too far from her house. yah right.&lt;br /&gt;she is just plain lazy lah.&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to walk.&lt;br /&gt;not like me. i so hardworking. i am travelling all the way from kembangan to town to meet this lazy bum.&lt;br /&gt;yah lah yah lah. i not so privileged to live in town. not so rich.&lt;br /&gt;okok. but in the end, with my persuasive power, i managed to convince her to not be so lazy, and try burning some fats in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i am getting my bags and my books tmr... yay... i can read now!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i think i am heavily in debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i am just kidding. i still love her. she has so much goodies for me (:&lt;br /&gt;that rich girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-4745828366270562643?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/4745828366270562643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=4745828366270562643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/4745828366270562643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/4745828366270562643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-quite-looking-forward-to-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-1711997807451520229</id><published>2007-07-05T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:08:54.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you can see, i changed my font slightly. i darkened the colour, of my fonts, and changed the fonts to make it smaller. yah. i am sick and tired of being so childish. like a primary school kid who writes in gigantic fonts.&lt;br /&gt;haha. just kidding. i don't know what i am talking about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulate peilian for getting into finals for her event. (:(:&lt;br /&gt;jiayou on tuesday, pei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair today.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. its so short now. and... i changed my parting.&lt;br /&gt;i think i am going to have to take a longer time to tie my hair every morning.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will have to spend like 5 mins to tie my hair, instead of the 10 seconds that i usually take.&lt;br /&gt;i will have to use a comb now, unlike the past, where i will just lean back, and bundle everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel quite bad for making yonghui pay 35 bucks just to trim that little bit of hair..&lt;br /&gt;i am so sorry yonghui ):&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know my hair could be considered extra long. yah, but anyway, it is apparently. and so, i had to pay 5 bucks extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning, i met yonghui at 1030 in town to cut hair. we went to icon.&lt;br /&gt;wahh. i didn't think of having to book or something lah. but in the end, when we reached there, the woman, whom i think looks quite evil, told us that we had to come back later, cause there were no stylist available.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, we finished around 1230 in the end, and then we headed to meet ain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i have to go for college day now ): cause i promised weiqin that i will take over her. she has band practice. ok. since i am a SAINT, i shall be nice. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to watch the movie in town, but we changed our mind last night, cause we realised that nancy drew wasn't screening at any cinema in town already.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go vivo instead, cause it was still screening there, and the time slots were quite.. feasible.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, we made another last minute decision again.&lt;br /&gt;we decided to watch my wife is a gangster, cause ain claimed that her sister said that nancy drew was not bad only, and that it is a movie that is not worth watching in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;yah. my sis said that its ok only also. not very nice.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, we changed our minds, and decided to watch my wife is a gangster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show was damn predictable.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't boring, but it wasn't fantastic either.&lt;br /&gt;basically, after watching that, i can only say that maybe i rather watch transformers one more time. (yah. but i refuse to admit this to ain. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to allow us to make it to the cinema on time, i had to rush karen, ain and yonghui through their meals.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. but in the end, we made it in time.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel quite cheated cause when we went into the cinema, (we were late lah), they were still showing some commercials lah.&lt;br /&gt;they could have ate more. cause karen and yonghui didn't manage to finish their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the show, as usual, i will be the one, leading pple to walk aimlessly around the place.&lt;br /&gt;i always do lah. not only with them.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, we walked to secret recipe, and decided to buy 2 cakes and share it.&lt;br /&gt;i finally came to realise that secret recipe's cakes are not that fantastic afterall.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe, i don't really like cheesecakes that much afterall.&lt;br /&gt;haha. ain commented, or rather criticised on the way i eat cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i shall not describe it here, in case it may turn you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. ain lost her hp pouch at dunno where.&lt;br /&gt;then the last time we saw it was in dhoby.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to play with her hp. so i asked for the whole thing from her, then i took her hp out, and i cannot remember whether i did pass her pouch to her properly or not.&lt;br /&gt;then we only realised this in the mrt. and soon before we realised, we reached harbourfront already.&lt;br /&gt;so our kind yonghui suggested that we take the nel back to dhoby ghaut to see whether we really left her pouch there.&lt;br /&gt;and sadly, it wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;her hp pouch disappeared into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;and yonghui is convinced that ain is happy that it disappeared, cause she thinks that ain dun like it. maybe she don't.&lt;br /&gt;then we had to travel back to harbourfront again.&lt;br /&gt;so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. anyway, after we finished wasting time in vivo, me and yh made another impromptu decision to go to chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;she is obsessed with her DBSK (wonder if i got it right or not. please don't sue me if i am wrong).&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and i think she would be damn excited if she managed to get some DBSK merchandise there, which she didn in the end. so i think she was quite sad. in addition, i had to borrow money from her, cause the woman wanted to charge me 1.5% more cause i wanted to pay with nets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this marks the end of my day.&lt;br /&gt;karen don't wana study with me. i am so sad ):&lt;br /&gt;she has my book in hostage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, seriously..&lt;br /&gt;you better act the way you should, and listen to me when i tell you to.&lt;br /&gt;especially when i am in authority over you.&lt;br /&gt;i promise to give you hell if you ever really piss me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-1711997807451520229?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/1711997807451520229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832120&amp;postID=1711997807451520229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1711997807451520229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832120/posts/default/1711997807451520229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-you-can-see-i-changed-my-font.html' title=''/><author><name>NiUn|u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593953062723093487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35832120.post-2056191313869576755</id><published>2007-07-04T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:24:58.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taggies:&lt;br /&gt;tuitionmate: hahaha. very funny, yisheng.&lt;br /&gt;mar: eh. sorry ah. sunday we were supposed to go and send you one. but in the end, cause your flight time clash with my tuition time. so our plan to go send you off fell through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i can't wait for kinia to come back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt2 is over. at least mine is over.&lt;br /&gt;so many of the papers were screwed. so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. there were so many screwed, i cannot remember how badly each of the screwed paper were. ok. nevermind. i don't know what i am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;but basically, its just really bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;and this really sucked, cause i studied for them. I STUDIED OK? and its still screwed.&lt;br /&gt;this only proves something - I SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;its ok. i don't need to try bringing myself down right here, as if i don't feel bad enough for it yet.&lt;br /&gt;ok. maybe i cannot really be bothered. i am too tired to want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;at last, its over. why should i stress myself over bt grades? i can worry about them when i get them back.&lt;br /&gt;oh cool.&lt;br /&gt;and i can start reflecting, and wondering what my damned problem is, if it turns out that i am at the bottom of the cohort for all my subjects. yah. i pray with my heart and soul that it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;i might get suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, quote melly: its damn loser-ish to have to go home on the last day of exams to sleep, just cause no one is going out with you.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i have to say sorry to melly for planning an outing, but not carrying it out.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;yah. i always do that, cause towards the actual day of the outings, i will start to realise that pple cannot really be bothered. and i will feel stupid for being the only one who bothers. so i will just conveniently forget about it, so that i won't look stupid.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i am mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, in the end, i went out for lunch with daddy and sis, cause we agreed that we would go out for lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;and this time, i scissors paper stone with daddy, and won. yeah. so i didn't have to pick the tab at the end of the meal.&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, i was planning to go shop with sis around town. but in the end, we changed our minds, cause we didn't know what we wanted to buy.. as in we both didn't have anything in mind to buy. so in the end, we decided to follow daddy to work.&lt;br /&gt;meaning, he will send us to some shopping centre or area where we can kill time before he goes to his jobsite, or go for meeting.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so the first stop was jurong point.&lt;br /&gt;it has been a damn long time since i went to jurong point man.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't find the waterbottle that i wanted to buy - the one that both weiqin and peilian has. weiqin has the orange one, peilian has the blue one. i think i am buying the pink one. haha. all copy cats, copy weiqin. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. it was quite pointless there. and anyway, i decided to go to ntuc to buy my fisherman.&lt;br /&gt;THEN.&lt;br /&gt;today is the first wed of the month as everyone know. so it is some lame save the earth day.&lt;br /&gt;and on this day, ntuc don't provide plastic bags. you either have to pay a buck to get those reusable bags, or donate 10cents to get their fairprice plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i think this is lame, cause its only the FIRST wednesday of the month they are carrying this out. its really confusing, cause people will just forget. and in some cases, people, like pasu, will just avoid shopping on wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder whether ntuc faces a fall in sales on wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, its DAMN irritating to hear the cashiers trying to tell the woman that WANT TO GET PLASTIC BAG, MUST DONATE 10CENTS over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;and its even worse to realise that this housewife, REFUSED TO PAY A FEW CENTS FOR THE PLASTIC BAG. i mean.. its DONATE. not BUY.&lt;br /&gt;donate only wad. just donate lah.&lt;br /&gt;why the hell would she want to bother taking such a long time deciding whether she was willing to pay that few cents for a few plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;DONATE TO CHARITY ALSO THINK SO LONG AH?&lt;br /&gt;then.. the cashier took so so so long time trying to serve her lah.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cause firstly, the stupid cashier dropped her stupid fishcake under the table, and couldn't locate it. so she had to go back to the dunno where to get another one for her. can't she ask that woman to go and get it herself?&lt;br /&gt;then, the woman and the cashier both took a damn damn long time trying to pack the things lah.&lt;br /&gt;yah. the woman was busy trying to stuff the cans of food into her kid's school bag.&lt;br /&gt;and the cashier, busy trying to compress everything into one plastic bag, as requested by the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i should have offered to pay that additional ten cents for her lah.&lt;br /&gt;waste so much time please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this other cashier.&lt;br /&gt;uncle say nevermind, pay 10cents for plastic bag already, then she still ask ask ask ask ask ask ask.&lt;br /&gt;ask whether want to pay for the one buck reusable bag or not.&lt;br /&gt;damn irritating lah.&lt;br /&gt;talk so loud. then some more, still dare to roll her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, after that, sis wanted to bring me to ntu, to let me tour around there.&lt;br /&gt;but.. since i wasn't really that keen, i thought of some lame reasons to escape when we were already queuing at the bus stop for the bus that goes into ntu.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, we went to jurong west library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, a while later, daddy called us to tell us that he is done at his jobsite already.&lt;br /&gt;so he came to pick us up, and we headed to the next venue.&lt;br /&gt;some ulu market at bukit panjang.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i was suggesting that he drop us off at bukit panjang plaza, then come and pick us up when he is done.&lt;br /&gt;i guess he would have done that, if only his meeting wasn't so short.&lt;br /&gt;his meeting was like maybe around 10 minutes only lah.&lt;br /&gt;then after his meeting, he brought us to this place to eat &lt;em&gt;cheng teng&lt;/em&gt; (hokkien for some food. haha. dunno wad its called in other languages.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, he was done.&lt;br /&gt;so we wanted to go to bedok interchange, cause we wanted to find this j drama by yamapi.&lt;br /&gt;wahhhh. then in the end, it wasn't out yet.&lt;br /&gt;but darn. i wana watch it. i wana wana wana wana watch it.&lt;br /&gt;i think more and more pple around me are getting into jap stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but mostly, its different kind of things from me lah. i know serene, weiqin and yonghui are all into jap anime. haha. ys is into sailormoon, evident from her blog template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;no school on thurs!!&lt;br /&gt;and friday, only need to report to school at like 1245. which i think thats damn damn lame.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess its for the sake of college day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;i am getting a haircut tmr!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh. but the pool outing tmr at ys house is cancelled ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-2056191313869576755?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leenspirit-.blogspot.com/feeds/2056191313869576755/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-470139790687485814</id><published>2007-07-01T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:12:58.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IF i can turn time back, and go back to this time last year, i probably would have chosen to live my life in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would choose to not stop running. then maybe, by now, i can be as skinny as peilian, and as muscular as josh sam.&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. yah right.&lt;br /&gt;like it will ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;but at least, if i didn't stop running, 5 click would probably have meant nothing to me by now.&lt;br /&gt;but too bad. i stopped running. so 5 click means something to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would choose to listen during physics lectures, and pay attention during miss ong's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;then maybe, i would have understood physics well now.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe, i would also realise that miss ong is actually a better teacher than mdm hoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would choose to pay attention during maths tutorial and lectures, and faithfully complete all my tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;then maybe now, i won't have to re-read and re-read my lecture notes, re-learn and re-learn the lessons. and maybe, i will feel more confident about my answers. and most importantly, i might have been able to remember those concepts better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i shall stop listing.&lt;br /&gt;because i HATE IFS.&lt;br /&gt;don't IF me.&lt;br /&gt;don't try to IF ONLY me either.&lt;br /&gt;i will smack you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. i shall go and smack myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;IF IF IF IF IF.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832120-470139790687485814?l=leenspirit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832120.post-7813491860851513222</id><published>2007-06-30T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:08:38.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i totally act as if exams are over. heh.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to study today, but until now, i haven't touched anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning, sis suggested that we go catch a movie. so in the end, we decided to go to tampines mall/century square.&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long long long long long time since i went to tampines mall. i think the last time i went there was during the sec4 end of year chalet. we went there for dinner, if i am not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. anyway, i watched a movie that i never thought i would watch. i clearly remember myself protesting strongly against watching transformers, claiming that its going to be lame.&lt;br /&gt;right. i probably won't watch transformers, if my sis didn't say that it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, cause i was scared that no one would watch it with me, given pple around me all didn't think that transformers would be good, i volunteered to pay for sis so that she would watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;wah lao.. saturday leh. expensive lah.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. it was good. and i don't think sis was bored even though it was the second time.&lt;br /&gt;pple who thought that it would be lame, should try watching it. i am sure you realise that its not that lame afterall. its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and anyway, before watching movie, we actually went for lunch with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;initially, he was supposed to just drive us there. then i dunno how, we suggested that we go eat teppanyaki together. but then, cause we were scared that the food courts would be crowded, and daddy had to go to work, so we ended up in ding tai fung.&lt;br /&gt;seriously ah, if mummy were to realise that we went for lunch together without her, she will start her series of "you don't want mummy" crap again. yah. so she shall not know about this.&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to like xiao long tang bao more and more. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the meal, we were wondering who should pay it. then by right, usually, daddy would pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;but then at the end of the meal, i wanted to suggest that we all guess how much the meal costed. and the person whose guess was the furthest away from the actual sum should pay for the meal. then in the end, the plan fell through, cause me and sis saw the amount on the receipt already. so it wasn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we decided to o-ya-peh-ya-som.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and sis lost in the end. so she had to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. we will take turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see lah. how many pple, go out and eat with parents still have to foot the bill one?? how many? eh. any of you who is also like that, please let me know ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah. i brought this upon myself lah.&lt;br /&gt;but see? i so filial! i start being filial at such a young age. i am not out to suck my parents dry. although i know they are out to suck me dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the meal, daddy went to work, and me and sis went ahead with watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you lah. there was this damn irritating guy who was sitting behind me.&lt;br /&gt;(pardon me for all the mean things that i am about to say. but he deserves it.)&lt;br /&gt;he came into the cinema late, after the lights off already. then he started talking damn loudly lah. he was like telling his friends that who who who never come, cause he dun wana watch. and who who who never come, cause she not free.&lt;br /&gt;ok. luckily the movie haven't started when he was talking loudly. but still.. don't talk so loud lah. your voice so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;yah. his voice was damn irritating lah. he sounded so.. er.. like his voice just started breaking. and haven't fully broken that kind.&lt;br /&gt;THEN. during the movie, when there were funny parts, and the whole cinema was laughing, I COULD HEAR HIS LAUGHTER lah. and there was only one word that can be used to describe his laughter.&lt;br /&gt;gayish.&lt;br /&gt;he sounded like a bloody gay can? then guess what? i wasn't the only one who found his laughter so "ear-catching." sis heard it also, and she agreed with my description for his laughter lah.&lt;br /&gt;he was irritating lah. he even kicked mine and my sis chair lah. ok lah. long legs lah.&lt;br /&gt;long legs, gayish voice. i should have turned behind to see how he looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this is not all ok. then there was this other girl, who sat beside sis.&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the movie, sis turned to me, and said that something was damn smelly.&lt;br /&gt;and a while later, she realised where that stinky smell originated from.&lt;br /&gt;that girl beside her, took off her shoe, and put her feet on the chair lah.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. you are a girl. shouldn't you care a bit more about the way you act?&lt;br /&gt;ok. fine. i admit. i don't really act like a girl lah. so i am in no place to criticise pple like that.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i don't take off my shoes when my legs stink, and put it on the chair somemore.&lt;br /&gt;i am sure she can smell her own feet lah. if not, why would sis be able to smell it huh?&lt;br /&gt;so gross can?&lt;br /&gt;i don't blame you for stinky feet lah. its not your fault. its your footwear's fault, i know. but at the very least, try to conceal it a bit lah. won't you feel embarassed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. and at least, there was this good thing about the cinema. its popcorn is nice. haha. most of the popcorns were well-coated by that sugary layer. so me and sis won't have to end up fighting for those coated with sugar, and we won't be screaming at each other for picking only those yellow ones.&lt;br /&gt;ok. of course we won't really scream at each other, cause we are considerate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after watching the movie with sis, we went shopping. the first place we went was metro already. it was having some closing down sale lah. then the place was so so so packed. packed like sardines.&lt;br /&gt;then me and sis were once again being nice daughters. we started helping daddy find pants.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. its part of my plot to find some transport home actually.&lt;br /&gt;we told daddy to come to century square to try the pants, cause they were on sale. and since he was there, he could drive us home. yay. then i dun need to squeeze on the mrt, and walk the 660m home. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and anyway, we were there damn long, finding his pants, and waiting for him to come.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. we picked out so many from the mess, and left him to have a hard time deciding which ones he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. enough about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got something to say. Although its a bit late, its never too late to say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so nice to go back to school, and start talking to the girls in class again. they make me realise that i miss them during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i miss hearing alot of their voices, their laughter, and miss seeing the way they act.&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY ON TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;eating together, and sitting together outside the sc trying to study.&lt;br /&gt;it was funny to laugh at each other's stupidity again!!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;i think i will miss the girls in class the most after i leave SA.&lt;br /&gt;they are the only reason why i like school. (:&lt;br /&gt;i am sure all of them feel the same!!!!!! 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