<?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-2875629614451011661</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:06:14.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>c'est la vie.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875629614451011661.post-1343123524643555633</id><published>2009-08-22T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T06:31:31.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the things people do</title><content type='html'>I decided to blog again, to rant on this space so that I don't turn stale keeping such a huge amount of stale air inside myself which complaining to deedee doesn't expel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things which pissed me off:&lt;br /&gt;1) People who turn one big fat fcking round and shoot you not in your face, but from behind.&lt;br /&gt;The stupid buck-teethed woman who kept chewing and talking at the same time, making so much noise when no one else is complaining, SHIT YOU. So what if I forgot all my malay stuff cause I learnt it ions ago. So what if you're a self-professed pro at it. You were using a god damned dictionary! And with my intelligence, if you passed me that dictionary, I would have delivered a flawless and NOT "directly translated from English" answer. DAMNIT, these people from that piece of shit school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) People who still slam the door at you even after you apologized. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit. We worked till we got carried away and we were late, but nevertheless, we still rushed back for you. AND the most important thing is I APOLOGIZED. Didn't god ever teach you "forgive and forget" in your dictionary of life? Besides, you had no right to be angry. That car wasn't even yours to begin with. Stop giving people that I-am-married-now-so-I-am-SOMEBODY-in-this-house airs. You were a poor old smelly substitute, and you will always be. Someone else slogged for all that comfort you are living in now, you don't have and never will have the right to behave like a snob. All that negative karma you accumulated will fall on you one day. Oh, maybe part of it already has, given that you kept yourself supposedly "pure" for all these 18237213712736092831 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) People who still don't get it after repeated hints and even after you tell it to their face directly.&lt;br /&gt;This is somewhat none of my business but all I have to say in the end is "please just buy that damn bag." I'm sorry if you find it a waste of money. As always, there is no difference between what girls want and need. What we want is what we need, and of course, what we need is what we definitely want! Sorry if you think we're spendthrifts and a bag is just a bag and there is no need for branded labels. We can't really help it. It's in our genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now. There may be more coming up cause recently, people just keep stepping on my toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: if I offended anyone, I'm angry, so just give me a break. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-1343123524643555633?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1343123524643555633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=1343123524643555633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/1343123524643555633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/1343123524643555633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-people-do.html' title='the things people do'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-8671351325385325587</id><published>2009-04-28T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:51:43.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dee refused to let me eat my pork with asparagus at yakotori (duno how it's spelt) because there's swine flu. He made it up by allowing me to buy famous amos cookies. YAY. Just for info, he banned me from buying famous amos cookies after that incident where I bought a huge amount, ate 2 and made him finish the rest. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-8671351325385325587?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8671351325385325587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=8671351325385325587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/8671351325385325587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/8671351325385325587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/dee-refused-to-let-me-eat-my-pork-with.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-3768403763953438490</id><published>2009-04-15T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:45:57.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pregnant coke cans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;dee moved into his new office a few days ago, and we bought a mini fridge to chill canned drinks. I was in a hurry to go home after setting up the fridge that day. So I just dumped as many canned drinks as the fridge could fill into it, and I turned the fridge setting to the coolest possible. I thought setting up the fridge was simply putting the fridge down where u wanted it, then plug the plug into the socket, turn on the electricity and viola! your fridge will chill together with the things inside. I returned to the office happily 2 days after and wanted a drink. So I opened up my fridge and TA-DAH! I found these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324940939558786034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/SeX9kmBWE_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/G8uBarzvmrA/s320/DSC00539.JPG" /&gt;PREGNANT coke cans! I have no idea how they turned out this way. And the weird thing is though they are rock hard and look on the verge of exploding, some other drinks in the same compartment of the fridge where they were are still not pregnant and not frozen at all! They must be male. lol. Dee said they might explode once they start to defrost so I quickly threw them into the bin outside in the main corridor. And I was wondering why my coke cans became pregnant, so I picked up the user manual of the fridge. It said to set the settings at medium and let the fridge regulate its temperature for 2 hours first before putting food in. ALAMAK, cuiiii. And medium = 4, I turned it to 7, and froze all my canned drinks to death. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324942881299540018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/SeX_VnkaqDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hKFInZFvrVM/s320/DSC00544.JPG" /&gt;Damn sparstic. hah. And new pictures of wang wang! I cant ever take a decent picture together with him cause he chews at everything, even my toes and is forever moving! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324944161226492322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/SeYAgHqyCaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/V36mICZUiDc/s320/DSC00536.JPG" /&gt;Faster take when he is feeling lazy. HAHA. He makes me happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-3768403763953438490?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3768403763953438490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=3768403763953438490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/3768403763953438490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/3768403763953438490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/pregnant-coke-cans.html' title='pregnant coke cans!'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GBrJWiNZyHE/SeX9kmBWE_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/G8uBarzvmrA/s72-c/DSC00539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875629614451011661.post-4035929353134623942</id><published>2009-03-06T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:03:02.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NB.</title><content type='html'>I'm unhappy, VERY. And I feel like I have 17039817093 cubic centermeters of stale air in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-4035929353134623942?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4035929353134623942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=4035929353134623942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/4035929353134623942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/4035929353134623942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/nb.html' title='NB.'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-2029403134927120544</id><published>2009-02-27T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:20:04.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world</title><content type='html'>Was reading my textbook initially. But I felt very restless and decided to blog instead. It's midnight, and I finally reached home, one surprise after another. Okay la, actually it was two 'chuas', not surprise. Stupid prof wasted $267 visiting mount pleasant emergency. It was a bad bad choice, not because it was expensive but the staff and vet there were people with horrible attitudes! They looked at dd as if he was a damn boliao guy who is overly anxious about his dog. Like HELLO, we already told you there was a BONE sticking out of stupid prof's gum, that's why we sent him there. Do you think we have nothing better to do than to drive down to your stupid clinic in the middle of the night, paying a bomb for nothing? I am super pissed! Plus, on my way there, the taxi driver took a wrong turn (apparently, he doesn't know how to get to my destination and &lt;em&gt;keh qiang&lt;/em&gt;) and I ended up spending more than what was needed to get there quick. But the uncle was nice to sort of admit it was his mistake and I didn't tekan him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was sitting in front of my laptop checking my mail when I heard a "creak" sound. I dont know how to spell the sound where the flapping wings of an insect hit a hard object. Being insanely afraid of flying shitheads, my ears have learnt to pick up that sound really quickly because it would mean that that shithead is nearby! And true enough, I turned my head to see a flying cockroach zooming at the speed of lightning headfirst into my bag. I totally freaked out. Realizing that I'm helpless over that brown midget and also had no help to catch it cause my brother is holiday-ing happily in thailand and my parents are asleep, I went into the storeroom looking for some spray can. I have no bygone at home cause flying cockroaches/insects are only seen like once a year in my house. And TA-DAH, I found a grand total of nothing. I sheepishly went to wake my parents up just to catch that damn brown midget. I admit I'm a noob. HAHA. My mum grabbed my bag and dumped it on the kitchen floor and that shithead crawled out back into that hole in the kitchen where it came from. She was so nice to let it go scotfree. I would have squashed the shit out of its feelers, brains, and roach organs if it were crawling on the floor innocently. RAWRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just proved that I were the epitome of blurness ystd. I went shopping with siqi, and I walked out of a shop holding on to something which I didn't pay for unknowingly. Yes, in other words, I shoplifted. No, it wasn't thrilling at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-2029403134927120544?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2029403134927120544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=2029403134927120544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/2029403134927120544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/2029403134927120544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world.html' title='hello world'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-3435523722737685076</id><published>2009-02-23T23:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:07:05.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spoken words mean nothing, only eyes dont lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-3435523722737685076?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3435523722737685076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=3435523722737685076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/3435523722737685076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/3435523722737685076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/spoken-words-mean-nothing-only-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-4217944963054382202</id><published>2009-02-16T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:45:24.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new stuff happening!</title><content type='html'>Dee bought me a bouquet of 10 pink tulips for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vday&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand why he always buys me 10. What's the meaning of 10 tulips, I absolutely have no idea and dd says he bought 10 cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he calls up the florist, the florist will tell him to buy 10. -_- So he has already bought 10 tulips &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;consecutively&lt;/span&gt; for our 2 vdays. Silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend a bomb buying a golden retriever with dd today. Went all the way down to serangoon gardens during our 4 hour break. All right, actually I ponteng-ed my 2 hour lecture. But it had webcast! So my actions are kind of justified. Anyway, he's really beautiful, dark gold in colour and dd and I decided to name him wang wang! Let's hope he really will wang dd's family in everything they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sad in school today, plus talking to gerald tay only made it worst. It was not his fault actually, it's just that his relationship with his other half is going too well it makes me jealous. NONO. I dont like gerald tay. It's just that their families get along very well together. Win liao lor him, results already seriously disturb the academic bell curve, relationship also wanna disturb. Kanasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my greatest wish right now is that I can learn to adapt to the way dd's family "communicates" with one another. Let's just hope my wish comes true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-4217944963054382202?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4217944963054382202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=4217944963054382202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/4217944963054382202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/4217944963054382202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-stuff-happening.html' title='new stuff happening!'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-3417505294710697616</id><published>2009-02-13T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:03:00.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>I was wondering what title should this post get and decided to use the normal boring date title and I realized today's friday the 13th! Alamak, now that I realized it, will I be pantang and attribute all crap that I experience today to bad luck? But nvm la, even if have, tomorrow's valentine's day! It'll definitely even out whatever shit bad luck I might receive today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a side note, my valentine is snoring away on his bed right now when he claims he has a lot of project work to do and he's stressed. o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from jj totally baked. I am damn jialat one can, it was only like 2 hours and I think I'm going to have a hell of a time applying moisturizer on my face for the next few days. I think if I were baked under the sun like sinkuan/wl, I think my skin will just shrivel up and I'd look like the old witch who tried to poison snow white. lol. Anyway, going back to jj was fun! Even though the exitement during orientation has been on a gradual decline over these few years, but seeing old friends + soap + water bombs is always an enjoyable experience. (: I'm really glad to still have this buncha friends from jc. Though we dont meet often, just knowing at the back of my head that these people will always be there just keeps me senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of myself for this week. I was very disciplined and worked on and completed my stupid TR3001 project 1 until 2am for the past 2 nights so that I can shake my leg today going back to jj and josc's 21st bday party later and I can enjoy valentine's day with dd tomorrow. YAY, but on a sadder note, I still  have so many textbook chapters to read for my psych modules and more projects and term papers coming up! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have nothing more to say already.&lt;br /&gt;-meeting my vball girls later. so exciting! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-3417505294710697616?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3417505294710697616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=3417505294710697616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/3417505294710697616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/3417505294710697616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-1592591248737249663</id><published>2009-02-10T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:13:07.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dd's lecturer is gross. He screeches like an idiot and he is not funny even though he thinks he is. PWEK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-1592591248737249663?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1592591248737249663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=1592591248737249663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/1592591248737249663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/1592591248737249663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/dds-lecturer-is-gross.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-1962020847814596126</id><published>2009-02-01T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:54:24.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the story of my white tank top</title><content type='html'>Long long ago, I used to have a white tank top. It was of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lycra&lt;/span&gt; material. But as I grew older and taller and fatter, I couldn't fit into that white tank top anymore. It showed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bulging&lt;/span&gt; fats and it was too short for me. Therefore, I had to embark on a mission in search of another white tank top. Just to prove that I am not insane, white tank tops are an essential in the wardrobe as it can match with anything and it saves time and trouble thinking of what to wear early in the morning when you're already late for school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few futile attempts, I finally managed to find one which I like at gap. It was not made in china, not made of lycra and it's just a plain white tank top with no lace and what so ever which totally fitted what I was looking for. And when tried it, it fitted perfectly well. So I happily bought it at quite an expensive price of $25++ for a stupid plain tank top. To my horror, after I washed it, it expanded like nobody's business. And now it looks like a basketball jersey instead of a nice white tank top which it was supposed to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAWRR. I am so super duper sad now. I shall embark on another hunt for my white tank top soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-1962020847814596126?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1962020847814596126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=1962020847814596126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/1962020847814596126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/1962020847814596126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-my-white-tank-top.html' title='the story of my white tank top'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-4669827584526065555</id><published>2009-01-27T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:14:24.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just now, I got high-beamed by this LJ driver who is around the tiko pek age. And when he zoomed by me, dd said he was digging his nose. This driver will burn in hell man. IDIOT. It's bright daylight and he high beamed me, he saw i was sliding left long long ago and he pressed harder on his accelerator. And the thing is there's a horn in your car for a purpose nuthead. USE IT. If I was cutting into your lane wrongly, you could have horned, not high beamed and tried to blind me. NB. I am so super pissed. (*^@#)(*&amp;amp;)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-4669827584526065555?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4669827584526065555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=4669827584526065555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/4669827584526065555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/4669827584526065555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-now-i-got-high-beamed-by-this-lj.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-7267246668537065789</id><published>2009-01-21T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:12:46.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world</title><content type='html'>HAHA. like anyone bothers to read this space, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I changed blogskin! Cause the previous one took 1286309823 years to load and the music was quite irritating. Was actually listening to webcast before I got damn bored and decided to waste time doing rubbish. I owe myself 2 webcasts now. RAWR. I hate school, and the damit cors system is not helping either. I've to go down to school tomorrow to do manual registration on my free day. %#^@!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-7267246668537065789?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7267246668537065789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=7267246668537065789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/7267246668537065789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/7267246668537065789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-world.html' title='hello world'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-7815100830129784773</id><published>2008-12-01T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:44:12.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentally exhausted</title><content type='html'>Lesson learnt for this sem1 exams. Don't attempt to crammmm the whole sem worth of lectures into one week to study. I almost died doing so. Looking at all the behaviour theories, stress theories, blah blah blah all those shit theories makes me wanna puke. I can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-7815100830129784773?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7815100830129784773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=7815100830129784773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/7815100830129784773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/7815100830129784773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/mentally-exhausted.html' title='Mentally exhausted'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-5140156087376065072</id><published>2008-11-28T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:48:58.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i studied!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/STC7f0zPFvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mx7hbCSf3Wk/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273921319074731762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/STC7f0zPFvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mx7hbCSf3Wk/s320/DSC00160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NAH! This is proof. Don't mind the crumpled portions of my bedsheet cause I was sitting at that spot. Butt big la, so need a big area. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I'm getting so cranky now, MUST be all the studying. PWEK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-5140156087376065072?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5140156087376065072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=5140156087376065072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/5140156087376065072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/5140156087376065072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-studied.html' title='i studied!'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GBrJWiNZyHE/STC7f0zPFvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mx7hbCSf3Wk/s72-c/DSC00160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875629614451011661.post-7012854844972502704</id><published>2008-11-28T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:32:14.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is a happening day!</title><content type='html'>woohoo. I dont have many happening days in life, but many many things happened today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, dd came to pick me up as usual and on the kje, exit corporation road, the tyre of dd's car punctured. It was damn scary can, the car shook like mad, and then there was this metal buah-ing against solid ground sound. Dd drove to the road shoulder and we alighted and realized the rear tyre had a BIG tear. It was only 5 minutes away from home! Alamak, sibeh suay. But then ok la, better than it breaking down when we're on our way to ah boon's workshop. And then we decided to take peek-tures since we were so bored waiting for the tow truck and then it was a rare chance to be stranded on the expressway so we decided to make light out of the bad situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/STAFbLDsn3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/iP0oU6IwGPU/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273721128033754994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/STAFbLDsn3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/iP0oU6IwGPU/s320/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/STAGzrF4-oI/AAAAAAAAAFw/F1WPEayYAao/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273722648461376130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/STAGzrF4-oI/AAAAAAAAAFw/F1WPEayYAao/s320/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. so retarded. but dd was saying it's rare to take photos with road signs on the expressway so we took lor. Don't mind my orh-bak-kak eyes and dd pie's half sleepy face. Zz. And then the tow truck came after we were baked alive for 20 minutes in the sun and vrooomm.. we went to replace dd's botak tyres at some ulu workshop in bukit batok. Blardy hell. Those rubber circles cost a bomb! 300 bucks just flew away like that. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I studied abit at dd's house and at about 4 plus, I wanted to go eat dessert at the shop near jj. So after dessert, dd and I went over to the so called 'pet shop' at the end of the whole stretch of shops to buy the rubbish fish (i dont know what's the name laarh). The fish eats shit. HAHA. Sad life. Already so sad as a fish still have to eat shit. The fish tank at dd's house is growing some disgusting algae so we bought the fish to help eat up all the algae. HEH. And then, I got attracted by 3 little kids running around in the air-con room inside the shop. I was bored so I followed them inside and started looking at hamsters! And yes, dd bought me 2 hammies for my birthday. WOOHOO! so hey-pee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/STAL3vlU2SI/AAAAAAAAAF4/llzB4fplKwo/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273728215944583458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/STAL3vlU2SI/AAAAAAAAAF4/llzB4fplKwo/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW. Isn't he cute? ^^&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the first 2 hammies which caught my eye are not the ones I bought cause it was one female, one male. I wanted the female hammie cause she was sooooooo blurrrrrrr and damn cute! She could actually 跌个四脚朝天 while drinking water. Damn funny. But then again. I couldn't mix with other hammies cause they would bite and I didn't want the 2 to breed cause it would be too much trouble so dd and I decided on getting 2 males. One of them is damn fat so we called him ah puiiiii, the other one is hyperactive and climbs all over the metal grilles of their cage so we called him monkey. I put them in dd's home cause my parents would kill me if I brought home 2 hammies suddenly for no reason. Prof (dd's dog) was initially afraid of them at first (he was trembling!) but after sniffing around for about 5 minutes, he decided that hammies were yummy and edible so he started licking around, wanting to eat them. -_- stupid prof, so cheeky. I didn't manage to get many pictures of them cause my phototaking skills suck and those 2 furballs were too hyperactive for me to catch. I feel happy happy. Thanks dd. ilu (:&lt;br /&gt;So that's about my happening day. I need to hit the books again cause I have a paper next tuesday on my birthday. Thanks nus, you rock. Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-7012854844972502704?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7012854844972502704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=7012854844972502704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/7012854844972502704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/7012854844972502704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-happening-day.html' title='today is a happening day!'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GBrJWiNZyHE/STAFbLDsn3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/iP0oU6IwGPU/s72-c/DSC00147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875629614451011661.post-3720497104558757012</id><published>2008-11-22T07:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:22:32.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAWR. blogger just ate up my post. TSK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-3720497104558757012?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3720497104558757012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=3720497104558757012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/3720497104558757012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/3720497104558757012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-161531677880884753</id><published>2008-11-18T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:25:37.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaio SR25 Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/SSLQRJrK4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GeOkxhYK0bg/s1600-h/cv_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270003507050242226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/SSLQRJrK4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GeOkxhYK0bg/s320/cv_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New buy (: YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-161531677880884753?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/161531677880884753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=161531677880884753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/161531677880884753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/161531677880884753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/vaio-sr25-pink.html' title='Vaio SR25 Pink'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GBrJWiNZyHE/SSLQRJrK4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GeOkxhYK0bg/s72-c/cv_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875629614451011661.post-8862579809346803553</id><published>2008-11-13T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:46:12.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And unknowingly, I attended my last lecture for semester one. 3 more weeks. 5 exam papers and my fate for sem one is sealed. I thoroughly enjoyed sem one, amidst the bi-weekly lab programming assignments, screwing up my PE(sure CUI one), the abnormal psych presentation scare, finding someone I know who is majoring in psych(finally!!), having 5 day even weeks, blah blah many more. I dont wish to feel like shit 2 days before christmas. Having my grades improved would be the best way to put an end to the first sem of my 2nd year. I HOPE. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-8862579809346803553?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8862579809346803553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=8862579809346803553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/8862579809346803553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/8862579809346803553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-unknowingly-i-attended-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-1722896810494247896</id><published>2008-11-01T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:18:43.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malay post. HAHA.</title><content type='html'>Saya mengeblog di Bahasa Melayu kerana saya ada ujian di hari Isnin. Tetapi saya tidak tahu tulis apa sekarang. Saya mesti tulis satu kerangan di ujian. Saya juga tidak tahu tulis apa. Saya akan tulis di Inggeris kalau saya tidak tahu bagaimana tulis di Bahasa Melayu. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekolah tiga belas minggu &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt;. Pada tiga minggu, saya ada peperiksaan! Saya sanggat takut. Nanti saya gagal, saya mati. Dahulu, saya selalu berfikir Bahasa Melayu sanggat senang. WAAHHH, tetapi saya berfikir dia sanggat susah. Saya belajar hinggi saya sanggat sian. Dd juga belajar hinggi dia tidur. Tetapi dia juga malas, selalu berfikir tidur.&lt;br /&gt;-okay, I feel that I am going round and round in circles but nevermind. I have to write like a primary 6 kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, saya belajar di dd's rumah. Bapanya akan kahwin pada dua minggu. Tetapi saya tidak suka kawan perempuannya. Dia sanggat berpura-pura. Ok, saya akan medapat sanggat karma tetapi saya tidak kisah. Saya berfikir saya pergi rumah dd saya akan nampak dia saya pun &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Nowadays&lt;/em&gt;, dd menghantar saya balik rumah tidak boleh memandu di dalam 'kereta park'. Nanti baya saya nampak saya akan mendapat sanggat berleter. Nanti dia mara saya tidak boleh pergi perkahwinan bapa dd, saya akan berasa bersalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya makan &lt;em&gt;steamed crab for&lt;/em&gt; makan malam dengan keluarga dd + &lt;em&gt;auntie!&lt;/em&gt; Dia sanggat sedap! Saya tidak faham mengapa bapa saya dan emak saya tidak suka dd. dd ada keluarga semogia, dan dd membuat saya gembira. Anyway, saya sanggat &lt;em&gt;very long&lt;/em&gt; tidak pergi membeli-belah. Saya mahu pergi membeli sanggat barang barang pada bulan disember. HEH. Saya tidak mahu menulis &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;. Saya pergi belajar. Selamat malam. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-1722896810494247896?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1722896810494247896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=1722896810494247896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/1722896810494247896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/1722896810494247896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/malay-post-haha.html' title='Malay post. HAHA.'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-4632024280732702365</id><published>2008-10-25T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:05:34.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's half broken is worse than what's already broken. It dangles in mid air, almost breaking but stubbornly refuses to snap. And I dont wish to spend energy trying to repair it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-4632024280732702365?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4632024280732702365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=4632024280732702365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/4632024280732702365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/4632024280732702365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-half-broken-is-worse-than-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-2324706573280435451</id><published>2008-10-21T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:17:31.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am glad</title><content type='html'>Today, I got bitten by some mosquito in dd's room and I asked him to pass me mopiko which was in the cupboard right beside him. AS USUAL, he gave me his cock face and played a fool before getting it for me. And then, just as I was squeezing out the cream which I was thinking I want to apply on his foot for disturbing me, he said, " EH YOU DON'T PUT THE CREAM ON MY LEG AH. " And I burst out laughing. That monster knows me so well. I am a happy girl. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-2324706573280435451?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2324706573280435451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=2324706573280435451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/2324706573280435451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/2324706573280435451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-glad.html' title='i am glad'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-5855600481011113877</id><published>2008-10-09T00:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:26:34.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOO. Week 8 has passed already. Health psych report in 2 weeks and I've only typed out 100 words maximum. Anyway, I went for a research participation on Thursday and it made me SUPER tired. The experiment was like u have to keep repeating 3 numbers and then they gave u the arrangement of 4 circles and then after that they will show u a picture of 1 circle and u have to answer whether that 1 circle was in the place of any of those 4 circles. I have totally no idea why I must keep muttering those 3 numbers, but there I was, 'blah blah blah' for 45 minutes. Plus the fact that the experimenter switched off the light, making the room super gloomy didn't help at all! I went for the experiment right after my lunch and I almost dozed off! I was super afraid it would turn out like 'blah blah zzzZZ' (I fell asleep.) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew xingyi and gt's aeroplane today. Decided that I had to at least finish up some of my ever lagging behind school work instead of going to sentosa to play. I'll probably go this coming saturday though! :D By then, the stupid malay oral conversation shit will be over, no pending lab report, my psych report should be done. YAYS and what's left will just be my abnormal psych presentation in another month. As usual, I will wait until the last 2 weeks then chiong everything out. Mid term's over. I could do those questions you know. Happy happy. HEH. But the results will probably take away all the happiness I had knowing how to do those questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one classic incident happened which once again proved my blurness. I didn't know my stats test was an open-book one! And I happily left my file of notes and my textbook in dd's car cause it was just too damn heavy to carry around. Then, I happily went for my test, only to realize I'm left book-less for an open book test. How great. Thankfully, regina was nice enough to dump me her notes and textbook when she left early after finishing her paper. Else, I'll have to say bye bye to a better CAP score this sem already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dd reminded me that I saw damn alot of horny tikopeh ah peks today! OMG, they were really getting on my nerves I tell you. There was this horny shithead who is probably about 70 years old, LKK already still got hormonal imbalance, wearing a pink shirt and he was like 'I dont know how to describe'. He was like viewing me at all angles hoping for me to zao geng. BUT NO WAY, you sleazy old man, I would rather die then allow you to regulate your hormonal imbalances. I was telling dd I think all such disgusting sleazy old shits should just rot and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I know I'm evil to be thinking this of others. I'm amazed at how much people can change in a split second. Underneath their smiles, I always fail to see the truth behind them. Is it just me, or does everyone feel the same way too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-5855600481011113877?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5855600481011113877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=5855600481011113877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/5855600481011113877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/5855600481011113877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-1903971232732398705</id><published>2008-09-30T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:32:57.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studying 6 chapters of abnormal psychology text in one week is depressing. RAWRR. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-1903971232732398705?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1903971232732398705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=1903971232732398705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/1903971232732398705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/1903971232732398705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/studying-6-chapters-of-abnormal.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-9142283667011134406</id><published>2008-09-18T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:23:18.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New post!&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased that recess week is finally approaching. Finally, we have a week to rest, recover, study and in the end, still die horribly in the hands of mid terms. Well, after throwing 200 bucks on my face on Tuesday, I decided that my laptop needed a facelift too! And TA-DAH!! I went to get it zng-ed. HAHA. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247382121481539426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/SNJyPNekj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yh6s903dRTo/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/SNJsxQLWGaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EmxlaXG5o6s/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247376109251991970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/SNJsxQLWGaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EmxlaXG5o6s/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the inside. YAY. There are little polka dots all the way to the right next to the peek-ture. I feel happy just by looking at it. Ok I know, I'm easily amused. Anyway, I was sitting at the bench with deedee eating yogurt happily, looking at the lady slowly and painstakingly cut all those tiny details to fit my laptop and I totally forgot that I had a research study to participate. *says bye bye to my participation point* I hope the researcher sees my email and does a make-up or else.. I don't know or else how &lt;em&gt;larrrhh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee just left for home from my house a hungry boy cause he was helping me solve the stupid IT programming lab question. The sad thing is I have ANOTHER unsolved question left dangling half way. ROARRR. I am sooo glad lab is every fortnight. Otherwise, I might turn mad trying to solve java shit every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love deedee, and I think I have yet to learn many of the good characteristics he has, esp things like 'ngeh ngeh must do until succeed then happy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this off, I just want to add that even though someone you really love, at some point of time, might have chosen a path that you think does not suit her/him in their journey through life, do support them. Because eventually, it's your support that's going to make &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; difference when they realize they made the right/wrong choice. Asking questions or finger pointing wont help. I think the one whom I'm referring will read this. And I want to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear friend, I'll be with you no matter what. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-9142283667011134406?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9142283667011134406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=9142283667011134406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/9142283667011134406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/9142283667011134406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-post-i-am-pleased-that-recess-week.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GBrJWiNZyHE/SNJyPNekj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yh6s903dRTo/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875629614451011661.post-6753354731554624830</id><published>2008-08-30T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T07:27:45.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is about to go dead again. Anw, school's been not bad so far. I really mean so far cause it's only week 3 and all the sadistic lecturers have not started throwing assignments at you yet. And I'm quite relieved cause I finally found someone I know who is majoring in psychology. I wont be lonely shit next sem anymore. As it is, I'm not lonely. I have dd and my bestie, and they are all I need to pull through shit uni life. But you know, it's always nice to have someone to sit with you through lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched wall.e with dd and his classmates on thursday night. I really admire his class. They've already graduated so many thousand years ago (ok I'm exaggerating), but they still have class outings so often. And the thing is that his classmates are all over the world. But they get back to Singapore, they still make an effort to come together. Where are my jc classmates?! I want a class outing, but those stupid guys are still in army which makes it hard to find a nice time when all of us are free. TSK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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 AND..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my first ever teacher's day present! So exciting! My tuition kid is so super adorable. HEHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/SLlWfzOrSNI/AAAAAAAAADo/LGBsdSnsjHE/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240314745749981394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBrJWiNZyHE/SLlWfzOrSNI/AAAAAAAAADo/LGBsdSnsjHE/s400/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a note behind which says " Dear teacher, Thanks for your wonderful teaching, care, guidance and patience you have for us. This bookmark shows my deep appreciation and hope that you will find it useful. Thank you. " I am super honoured la! Anw, I dont really teach her stuff, it's more of clarification of her doubts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dd was sending me home today and we or rather I saw 'exercise book'. And dd suddenly says that he's thinking about how fortunate he is. In a way, I'm also very glad I found him. Like what qi said, I grew to be a much more unhappy person after my 2nd relationship. Now, I know I'm much happier with dd. And it's thanks to his stubborn character that we are what we have become today. So I want to say a big thank you to my boyfriend who's always wondering if he is a lousy bf. You're not lousy love, just not very very good either. =P You're just &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; nice. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end off, I shall announce that I finally found and bought the shoes which I need to wear to my cousin's wedding. It's a big Phew! for me cause her big day is this coming friday and I have totally no more time to go shopping next week. So.. YAY. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/2875629614451011661-6753354731554624830?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6753354731554624830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=6753354731554624830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/6753354731554624830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/6753354731554624830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-blog-is-about-to-go-dead-again.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GBrJWiNZyHE/SLlWfzOrSNI/AAAAAAAAADo/LGBsdSnsjHE/s72-c/DSC00088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875629614451011661.post-9072868128455309965</id><published>2008-08-17T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:23:36.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I learnt tennis from lao pa ystd. It's really quite addictive, but it's damn tiring and it makes you hungry very very easily. Haha. But on a good note, seems like me and dee will be utilizing the tennis courts at his house more often and I can gian fei. HEH. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know i always wonder how people can type and type and come up with such super duper uber long entries but I just dont know what to write anymore after my first 3 sentences. -_- I shall always remember to steal dee's camera out of the car everytime we go out now. So that I can photoblog instead, which makes things much much easier. And if I keep forgetting, sooner or later, I'll be too lazy to blog about this mundane life of mine, and I will close down the blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I always remember to take out the camera everywhere I go k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-9072868128455309965?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9072868128455309965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=9072868128455309965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/9072868128455309965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/9072868128455309965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-learnt-tennis-from-lao-pa-ystd.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-7349800332360153420</id><published>2008-08-09T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:47:03.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Replies to tags:&lt;br /&gt;geraldtay: vball is fine, but the sand kills. =( can we have a go at the luge first next time? I wanna play that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, I baked a chocolate cake with chocolate icing on top with dee. Yes, I said that day because I dont even remember which day is it. It's like, we spend almost everyday together and I have better things to do than to remember on which day, I did what with him. Anyway, the cake turned out really nice! I was surprised you know, because usually, my baking experiences are generally horrible. Eg. the one with jerold seo to bake siqi's birthday cake which resulted in my white oven turning brown. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee bought a psp. Impulse buy, like for the 218936921th time. But hey! It's purple, so it's nice. Fine, I'm bias. Imagine a guy holding a purple psp, everyone will think he's gay. OOPS =X School's starting, siqi's birthday is coming. I haven't got her present yet. What do you buy for someone who has practically everything! *grumble grumble. But I'll still try to get something nice for her, because she means a lot to me. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I don't know what to write anymore. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-7349800332360153420?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7349800332360153420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=7349800332360153420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/7349800332360153420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/7349800332360153420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/replies-to-tags-geraldtay-vball-is-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-4351022651827986950</id><published>2008-08-02T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:18:42.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Replies to tags:&lt;br /&gt;wy: IDIOT. i will communicate with him/her/it somehow and ask him/her/it to go bother you instead. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aching all over from playing volleyball on Sentosa yesterday. Yes, I am getting old I know. It was great experience, playing on sand. But your soles get bbq-ed. Horrible horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sentosa was vick's 21st birthday party. There were only dee's classmates, his relatives and some of his secondary school friends there. It's like such a big room and then so little people. And the food was extremely spicy!! But once again, dee made it more entertaining with his rubbish ideas and he brought home a chocolatified shirt as a result. I was telling dee that my 21st birthday would be as simple as possible. I dont want any parties as I'm quite sure not many people would turn up. =X To prevent such saddening parties from ever taking place, I would rather spend a quiet day with dee and my family and a few of my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting soon and I'm taking 3 major modules. I really hope this coming sem turns out well. If my CAP drops any further, I'll be receiving a warning letter from NUS soon. BAHH. I will work hard la. REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-4351022651827986950?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4351022651827986950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=4351022651827986950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/4351022651827986950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/4351022651827986950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/replies-to-tags-wy-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-2570700821990283296</id><published>2008-07-30T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:53:09.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I updated again!</title><content type='html'>Replies to tag:&lt;br /&gt;Sinkuan: HAHAHA. let's see if I maintain it man. LOL&lt;br /&gt;wy: Are you weiyuan? I think so la. HAHA. Where got serious? Which part, which line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really SUPER bored now. Dee asked me to PONG him but my PONG-ing doesn't really seem his enemy killing spree. Guys.. are horrible when it comes to gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any special occasion coming up? If I don't remember wrongly, there isn't. But somehow, I feel weird. Like I missed out something. I think it's the mario I've been playing. I tell you, that mario really makes people go bonkers. After being at it for like only 45 minutes(?), my eyes were like @_@ already. My whole world was spinning. Horrible shit. So hard to rescue the princess. WA LAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to sentosa on saturday. Please don't rain.&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe this funny feeling that has been bugging me since yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-2570700821990283296?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2570700821990283296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=2570700821990283296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/2570700821990283296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/2570700821990283296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-updated-again.html' title='I updated again!'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-5474126693652889913</id><published>2008-07-27T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T04:21:29.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from a day out with my mum and uncle and cousin. Had high tea at Goodwood Park hotel. Their high tea is like FULL of horribly sinful desserts. I had this super irritating cough that has been bugging me since early last week, but heck la, who cares when I have such good food in front of me. And now, I'm suffering, coughing out my guts. DAMNIT. Oh ya, my uncle passed me this NIM JIOM PEH PA GAO mint candy. WHOAH, I tell you, that works miracles. So I'm now happily sucking on my mint candy. No more itchy throat! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the doctor like almost every month recently. It's a bad bad sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about something on my way home. The kind of love all of us have for our families is really great. It transcends boundaries, really accepts, really gives, no matter what mistakes we all make. Dont worry, nothing big has happened. It was just a random thought from some incident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-5474126693652889913?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5474126693652889913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=5474126693652889913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/5474126693652889913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/5474126693652889913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-came-back-from-day-out-with-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-2875629614451011661.post-418016802447611519</id><published>2008-07-26T01:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T04:24:16.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;This blogskin is super PINKEE, but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Been nuah-ing recently, but was inspired by someone to start blogging again. Thus, this new blog.&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, I dont know what to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'll put up more pictures instead this time round. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875629614451011661-418016802447611519?l=lee-naaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/feeds/418016802447611519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875629614451011661&amp;postID=418016802447611519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/418016802447611519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875629614451011661/posts/default/418016802447611519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lee-naaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417130571816530769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
