<?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-5547027406733819397</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:00:17.899+08:00</updated><category term='in high dudgeon'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='story to share'/><category term='eww'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='woebegone'/><category term='death'/><category term='college'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='tag'/><category term='dog'/><category term='junk'/><category term='lifeless-ness'/><category term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><category term='food'/><category term='festival'/><category term='family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='genting'/><category term='dating'/><category term='outing'/><category term='love'/><category term='surprise'/><category term='fucked up'/><title type='text'>Thoughts. 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Experiences.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-3954556271470111774</id><published>2010-05-19T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:19:56.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>what now?</title><content type='html'>Desmen Pang, you want update? Here it is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got straight aces in my final exam. *happy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-3954556271470111774?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/3954556271470111774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=3954556271470111774' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3954556271470111774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3954556271470111774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-now.html' title='what now?'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8356091987300009105</id><published>2010-01-02T03:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:54:38.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><title type='text'>Ups and downs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sz5S6yots2I/AAAAAAAAAjI/UnRxpnI-7fo/s1600-h/300px-the_scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sz5S6yots2I/AAAAAAAAAjI/UnRxpnI-7fo/s320/300px-the_scream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421862171379086178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought I already learnt the most important lesson in life that life is full of shit? But why does it seem like I am still trying to prove it wrong? Why do I still feel so awful when something happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid idiotic morons from my group told teacher that I DID NOT do my part in completing the assignment and I ended up getting ZERO for my coursework 3. And the worst part is that I didn't even know it until I was told by the teacher that I failed my overall coursework because I got an effing &lt;strong&gt;0&lt;/strong&gt; for my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason, I've been chosen to take part in the Ping Pong competition. *claps* Well, fyi, I know nuts about ping pong, and I am playing in the mix double match. =D But I guess joining the game is better than being a cheerleader right? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, here's some juicy gossip.. On the very last day of 2009, I had a serious argument with my store manager and I ended up walking out from the store. He was so so so so unreasonable that I do not want to "polute" my blog by talking about him. Just ask me personally and I'll be more than happy to tell you. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8356091987300009105?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8356091987300009105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8356091987300009105' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8356091987300009105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8356091987300009105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2010/01/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and downs'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sz5S6yots2I/AAAAAAAAAjI/UnRxpnI-7fo/s72-c/300px-the_scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-7747279182690902724</id><published>2009-12-16T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:11:36.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>A sigh of relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sz5IupfYldI/AAAAAAAAAjA/hxkkI6YLxNY/s1600-h/stress-picture-stress-relief-kit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421850967649326546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sz5IupfYldI/AAAAAAAAAjA/hxkkI6YLxNY/s320/stress-picture-stress-relief-kit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been really busy lately, plus my terrible time management, I didn't have enough time to finish up things that should be done. Rachel came back from New Zealand, and not to forget, she brought her boyfriend along this time. And I didn't really spend time with her. Sigh. She only comes back like, once a year? =p (See rach? You should come back more often.) I've only went out with her..twice? And she's back in New Zealand again now. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My performance in college is not as good as last semester, I know. I haven't been studying as often as I did last semester, or, as often as I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt;. I even did my assignment only a few days before the deadline. And did I mention that there were 3 freaking assignments? =) Just hope that the rest of the group won't get really low marks because of me. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, it was the first time I felt so helpless that I started crying in front of the laptop in the middle of the night. I still couldn't get the answer for macro assignment question though I went looking up in my last year's lecture notes. And that question carries the most marks in the entire paper. I also couldn't figure out what is the formulae for the "if" function in microsoft excel, and also 3 suitable charts to represent my data. Besides, I needed to prepare for my english presentation too, which I had to write out the outline of the discussion (which later has been completed by another group member). And the deadline for all 3 assignments was on the next day. But when I went to school the next day, I was told that we could pass up ITS assignment the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, everything is over now. Just pray hard that I won't fail. =p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-7747279182690902724?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/7747279182690902724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=7747279182690902724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7747279182690902724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7747279182690902724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh-of-relief.html' title='A sigh of relief'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sz5IupfYldI/AAAAAAAAAjA/hxkkI6YLxNY/s72-c/stress-picture-stress-relief-kit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-92917680695911787</id><published>2009-11-17T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:46:23.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>Rantings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desmen Pang, I'm updating my blog for your sake. So do me a favour and just update yours too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been working in Starbucks for almost a month. But I only work part time, which means I've only worked for plus minus 2 weeks. Anyway, working there is not as enjoyable as it seems. You have lots of things to do, lots of &lt;em&gt;face&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;colour&lt;/em&gt; to see (kind of). And, the salary is super low.. Working there is seriously very tiring. In short, Starbucks sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the manager thinks that I am gonna stay there for the rest of my life, and treated me like I wanna be a 19-year-old manager of Starbucks (he was the supervisor when he was only 20). So he wanted me to break his record and manage my own Starbucks outlet at the age of 19. He taught me how to do the ice blended beverages at the end of day 1 and gave me another 2 days to master it. The following week, he taught me how to make the hot beverages and brew the coffee at the end of the day. He didn't allow me to practise much on it and taught me how to use the POS register. The next day, he showed me how to use the turbo-chef. To be honest, I haven't mastered any of it. But when he realised that I did not perform as good as he expected, he took the calculator out, and calculated the number of days I worked there. And multiply the hours, and devided by the 4 stations, and claimed that I actually have 18 hours to practise on each station (the cold beverages, the espresso machine, the pos register, and the turbo chef).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, come one, you might as well just multiply to get the total MINUTES I have to practise. I am just a part timer, and you expect me to work and memorise everything and just neglect my studies? Oh, and did I mention that he hopes I will take the effort to stay back? =.= He hopes that I would stay back everytime after work to practise more on my pos register (fyi, your credit card machine is even slower than me), and the hot beverages. He also expects me to stay back to read the "coffee and tea manual" and the pastries book or something to get to know more about the products we're selling. He got the point there, but again, I am just a part timer. And you want me to memorise the ingredients of the cakes and stuff. Correction, the very detailed information about the food. (i.e. Sbux Chocolate is made of..? Chocolate. Duh. But he wants me to know what chocolate.) Oh, and guess what? He scolded me what the fuck in public. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's all about my job. For more information, log on to triple W dot elaine dot com. =p Joking! Ask me in person la, I think I still have a lot to rant. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Moving on to college. DMK rocks. It's better than HR to be honest. Desmen, kay wai, you guys are still great, I'm just talking about the overall. DMK is more..united? Haha. Compared to DMK, HR people like to keep to themselves, expect the few of you la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And of course, there are exceptions for everything. I happened to meet someone who is so effed up that it annoys me every minute. Lol. I even ruined my own reputation in public for someone who is utterly absurd. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-92917680695911787?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/92917680695911787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=92917680695911787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/92917680695911787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/92917680695911787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/11/rantings.html' title='Rantings.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-3607628435983519906</id><published>2009-10-20T19:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:58:10.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chill. I am not saying goodbye to my blog. Not yet. Lol. I'm saying goodbye to Kea Huay. She's withdrawn from our course because she wants to learn bakery. So, we all went to greenbox as her farewell party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2nMhmIvpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/wuWUGUzkK4Y/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394651762278317714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2nMhmIvpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/wuWUGUzkK4Y/s320/DSC00710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Christy and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2zjLAq0JI/AAAAAAAAAiw/D5rclfCk9y8/s1600-h/hghf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2zjLAq0JI/AAAAAAAAAiw/D5rclfCk9y8/s320/hghf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394665345492111506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2nNHCMXdI/AAAAAAAAAiY/7maPffAjOow/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394651772328107474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2nNHCMXdI/AAAAAAAAAiY/7maPffAjOow/s320/DSC00711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Christy looks so nice in this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2nNlRcEhI/AAAAAAAAAig/vNExkaVsMt8/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394651780445114898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2nNlRcEhI/AAAAAAAAAig/vNExkaVsMt8/s320/DSC00714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying hard to master the skill of camwhoring. Lol. Gan Cyhi Hung said we're supposed to hold our camera high up. Around 45 degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2zjojtQtI/AAAAAAAAAi4/VvY-x1BhWSc/s1600-h/okijg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2zjojtQtI/AAAAAAAAAi4/VvY-x1BhWSc/s320/okijg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394665353423700690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2nOeLrWCI/AAAAAAAAAio/3tv8LFW7I_E/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394651795721771042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2nOeLrWCI/AAAAAAAAAio/3tv8LFW7I_E/s320/DSC00713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Ang. Ong. Gan. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2kQzaC5oI/AAAAAAAAAiI/qgOYxDk40Y8/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394648537244034690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2kQzaC5oI/AAAAAAAAAiI/qgOYxDk40Y8/s320/lol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;spot me!! =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you can give up now. I'm not even in the photo. Haha. Because I left early. =( Or else i would have to sleep in greenbox. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-3607628435983519906?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/3607628435983519906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=3607628435983519906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3607628435983519906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3607628435983519906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye.html' title='goodbye.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/St2nMhmIvpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/wuWUGUzkK4Y/s72-c/DSC00710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-6315235663894915896</id><published>2009-10-16T21:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:17:46.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, my blog is kinda dead. =p But hey, at least I still update at least once a month right?? Unlike &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;. Hehe. And I seriously think that it's because I am happy with my life, and I don't see the need to boast about it in a blog.. Again, unlike someone. I'm starting to think that my theory is right because all my friends are like that.. Haha. Like ruby, desmen, and kay wai.. Even rachie! =p We're sharing through our blog, not showing off, right? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.. My elder sister is finally back last week. Obviously she enjoyed her life in overseas compared to Malaysia because she got to go shopping almost everyday. Lol. Which also means, lots and lots of souvenirs. Cash wanted to bite my hand when I touched this small little display dog. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sth4OCyCOuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/qCOGxlEOvp4/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sth4NvPbFqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UaNxpzU-s1M/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393192731190957730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sth4NvPbFqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UaNxpzU-s1M/s320/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to Christy's house yesterday for the bbq party with Mr. Wee together with group 2. Nothing much to talk about Mr Wee as he's smart enough to come late and leave early. Lol. We're too young for him to mix with la.. By the way, he's now teaching us IOM, and I think it's way better than accounting. The only thing sucks is the time table, thursday 4 to 6 lecture. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to camwhore with Cash but I think he was too sleepy. Or maybe it's because he thought that it was completely a waste of time. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sth8Hl_8Z_I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Atew8XD-q0s/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393197023677409266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sth8Hl_8Z_I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Atew8XD-q0s/s320/DSC00701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sth8IAqKx5I/AAAAAAAAAh0/t-Pc7lvR-XM/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393197030833833874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sth8IAqKx5I/AAAAAAAAAh0/t-Pc7lvR-XM/s320/DSC00698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I've changed a new layout!! (duh, obviously) Huray! It's green.. because.. I feel so green. Lol. Perhaps it's because I'm looking forward to work in Starbucks. (which requires coffee beans, and it related to planting, and green?) That's why my blog is a bit greenish plus brownish. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Chin, I'm tired of waiting for my header. Hmph. I've waited for more than half a year. Are you &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; busy? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-6315235663894915896?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/6315235663894915896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=6315235663894915896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6315235663894915896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6315235663894915896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/10/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sth4NvPbFqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UaNxpzU-s1M/s72-c/DSC00688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-6829751310290722044</id><published>2009-09-26T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:04:34.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>其威~</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Kay Wai.. So.. I'll try my very best to answer everything in chinese k.. Haha. I mean, &lt;em&gt;simplified&lt;/em&gt; chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ PART ONE  ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q01、你的大名？&lt;br /&gt;★ 陈丽珊 (Duh, of course I can answer this. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q02、你認為什麼才算是真正幸福？&lt;br /&gt;★ 做自己喜欢做的事情同时，没有忽略到别人的感受。疼爱，也被疼爱。感激自己所拥有的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q03、你們覺得友情重要還是愛情重要，為什麼？&lt;br /&gt;★ 缺一不可。(Obviously, I did not change kay wai's answer. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q04、你相信天長地久嗎？&lt;br /&gt;★ 我连天长地久的意思也搞不清楚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q06、你現在過得快樂麼？&lt;br /&gt;★ 当然快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q07、如果有秘密，你真的會做到坦白的告訴對方嗎？&lt;br /&gt;★ Means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q08、喜歡小Baby嗎？&lt;br /&gt;★ 那一种baby？我超喜欢我家里的Cash Baby。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q09、覺得友情是永遠的麼？&lt;br /&gt;★ Nope. 超越永远。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10、希望自己多大結婚？&lt;br /&gt;★ 等我存够钱再说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11、你會為她做自己從來不會做的事情？&lt;br /&gt;★ 比如？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12、你覺得女生捲髮好還是直发好？&lt;br /&gt;★ 适合就好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13、最想去哪裡旅遊？&lt;br /&gt;★ 环游世界？=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14、一輩子都不會忘記的事？&lt;br /&gt;★ 尽量记得所有做过的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15、如果愛一個人，是不是要拼命挽回他？&lt;br /&gt;★ 是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16、看到天空你想起的第一個人是誰？&lt;br /&gt;★ 所有人类。觉得人类非常渺小。我们的烦恼，更不用说了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17、你會愛他一輩子麼？&lt;br /&gt;★ 现在问我，当然说会。LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18、喜歡你的人和你喜歡的人，你會選哪個？&lt;br /&gt;★ 宁愿不要。相爱才幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19、你會以何種方式表現你對他（她）的愛？&lt;br /&gt;★ 暂时没想到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q20、如果看到自己最愛的人熟睡在你面前你會做什麼？抱著他？&lt;br /&gt;★ 会gua. 想睡就睡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q21、如果你想痛扁一個人，你希望那個人是？&lt;br /&gt;★ 哈哈哈。你应该知道是谁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q22、你會後悔過自己的決定嗎？&lt;br /&gt;★ 尽量令自己不后悔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q23、現在最迷什麼？&lt;br /&gt;★ 金钱？哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q24、你是好孩子嗎？&lt;br /&gt;★ 是。一定是。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q25、覺得愛情和麵包哪個重要？&lt;br /&gt;★ 有情喝水饱。爱情咯，反正我不爱吃面包。(That is the fan ti for bread isn't it? =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q26、如果你失戀了你會怎麼樣？&lt;br /&gt;★ 失恋了才跟你说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q27、如果你的BF（GF）經常不回家的話，你會怎樣？&lt;br /&gt;★ 看看他不回家的理由是什么。如果是会我家就无所谓。Haha. 不合理的理由就扁他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q28、现在给你勇气，你最想做些什么事？&lt;br /&gt;★ 暂时想不到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q29、如果给你一个机会重新决定一个决定，那会是...&lt;br /&gt;★ 不要和“他”做朋友。废材。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ PART TWO ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30、是誰傳給你這份問卷的？&lt;br /&gt;★ 张琪薇 aka 张其威。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31、你們認識多久呢？&lt;br /&gt;★ 两年？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32、她對你來說重要嗎？&lt;br /&gt;★ 这样问我，哪里敢说不重要。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33、你與她的關係是？&lt;br /&gt;★ 好姐妹？哈哈。不过是男的啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34、請問她的興趣是？&lt;br /&gt;★ 赚钱？吃喝玩乐。Focus on 吃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35、你覺得她的個性如何？&lt;br /&gt;★ 还好啦。很孝顺，爱说话，勤劳。（其实我是在擦鞋啦。）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36、她在你心目中是幾分？&lt;br /&gt;★ 什么几分？身材? 100 分。走样100分。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37、睡覺前第一件事？開風扇？喝水？&lt;br /&gt;★ 刷牙洗脸？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38、你的偶像？&lt;br /&gt;★ 没有偶像。呕像就有.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39、你喜歡的季節？&lt;br /&gt;★ 马来西亚一年四季都是夏日。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40、你打工麼？&lt;br /&gt;★ 我也想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41、打工次數？&lt;br /&gt;★ 两次呱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42、你想去的國家？&lt;br /&gt;★ 哪里都想去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43、你討厭什麼樣的個性？&lt;br /&gt;★ 动口就天下无敌，动手就不见人影。爱炫耀。拿别人的屁股当脸皮。（这一句是我爸爸教的。哈哈。）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44、你會抽煙麼？&lt;br /&gt;★ 会，但是不抽。很讨厌烟味。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45、你會喝酒麼？&lt;br /&gt;★ 算是会gua。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46、你常哭麼？&lt;br /&gt;★ Define 常。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47、你常笑麼？&lt;br /&gt;★ 算是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48、你喜歡去哪玩？&lt;br /&gt;★ “玩”的定义是什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49、去玩時喜歡自己一個人去麼？&lt;br /&gt;★ Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50、是假日時你都睡到幾點？&lt;br /&gt;★ Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51、今天的天氣是？&lt;br /&gt;★ 热到~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52、你們知道最遠的距離是什麽嗎？&lt;br /&gt;★ 不明白。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53、当你伤心的时候...你会伪装吗???&lt;br /&gt;★ 有时。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ PART THREE ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53、我的BGM好听么？&lt;br /&gt;★ 什么是BGM？ =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54、你的皮包里有什么说说吧&lt;br /&gt;★ 卡，照片。钱都用光了。 哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55、你生命中最重要的人是？&lt;br /&gt;★ 所有亲近的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56、啥东西是你喜欢吃的呀？&lt;br /&gt;★ (Okay, actually, I don't understand this question.. But referring to KY's answer, this is my answer..) 好吃的都喜欢。比如，点心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57、现在有喜欢的人吗？&lt;br /&gt;★ 有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58、你還喜歡他(她)嗎?&lt;br /&gt;★ 还在交往，你说呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59、你觉得我坏吗？&lt;br /&gt;★ “我”是指Kay Wai 吗？哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60、你出轨过吗？&lt;br /&gt;★ 不希望有。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-6829751310290722044?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/6829751310290722044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=6829751310290722044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6829751310290722044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6829751310290722044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='其威~'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8133602357819277747</id><published>2009-09-24T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T03:34:53.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><title type='text'>the angels and demons</title><content type='html'>Before I start anything, everyone who's reading this, please bear in mind that this is a blog. This is &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; blog. What I'm about to write is my personal opinion. And to my family, especially my dearest mum, I don't mean to offend anyone. I just think that it is not &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; to voice out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Incident 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Do you want to use the laptop? Since Zhen went to UK and noone's using it..&lt;br /&gt;Fun: No. I don't want to borrow, want then give. In case later using half way, I accidentally see Zhen's (xxx)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(xxx): something too private to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it is what I &lt;em&gt;heard&lt;/em&gt;. The percentage of it being true is not 100. Oh, and for those of you who are already having question marks above your head. Let me explain.. My cousin sister is temporarily staying in my house. She often argues with my brother over my sister's laptop, since my sis is in UK or wherever she is now.. My brother thinks that he should be the one who's taking control over the laptop, while my cousin thinks that she should temporarily owns the laptop because my sis is not using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yee yee, if you're reading this, and you think that it is very &lt;em&gt;unfair&lt;/em&gt; for her, think twice. Think from everyone's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not need to tell everything here, but what happened today is the whole reason why the hell am I posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, my mum and my brother argued about the laptop again. Mum was asking bro to lend it to my cousin, and without a doubt, he refused. Because she never return it after borrowing, and then brought it out for her friends to use.. When my brother asked it back from her, she refused to return as she claimed that she needed it later. And when my brother warned her to be careful while using my uncle's laptop, she raised her voice and scolded my brother, and somehow, everyone there (except my aunt, &lt;em&gt;including&lt;/em&gt; my own mother) was supporting her and asking my brother to shut up, and she still ended up crying. So yea, my brother refused to lend it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my brother was very mad, so he posted "define 'borrow', 'return' and 'PC = personal computer'" on facebook, and tagged my sis, my cousin and my aunt and I. And they ended up quarrelling on facebook. =.= She sounded so confident and strong on facebook, saying that she has plenty of time to entertain them.. At the same time, she called home and complain to my mum. Of course, my mother supported her again, and went up to my brother's room, and started screeeeaming at my brother. My cousin even complaint to my aunt, and my aunt called all the way from Singapore to talk to my brother. Asking my brother to stop all the nonsense, and saying my cousin not dare to come home anymore.. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, and after the phone call with my aunt, my mum came and talk to me, and we ended up arguing. Because I said that she is biased, but she denied. I was only telling the truth, and what I feel and think. My mum adores her &lt;em&gt;niece&lt;/em&gt; more than her own kids. But I don't know who comes first between my elder sister and my cousin sister. Anyway, whenever there's an argument with any of us, my mum will surely side her, though my mum said that she doesn't side anyone. (which means she can't choose between her kid and her niece) Even the time when Fun argued with gor in MK, my mother asked my bro to stop. Why can't she ask my cousin to stop? Why can't she ask the elder one not to argue with the younger one? Because my mother is biased. Well, of course a small part me thinks that my mum told my brother to stop because she wanted her own kid to behave, she wanted her own kid to be a better person. But there is still a very strong voice telling me that my mum loves her more than us. Yea, she is very pitiful because she doesn't have a laptop. So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need more examples? My cousin was complaining that she didn't have enough money to hang out with friends, and I was very s-h-o-c-k-e-d when I heard my mum said, "go la.. guai la.. go and enjoy la.. I give you money lo.." I was like, whaatt the hellll. But of course, she didn't accept my mum's offer if I'm not mistaken. My mother never offered me money to go out. She would always ask me to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum helped her wash her clothes because my mum didn't want her to be so tired, but she scolded my mum. She said that, she doesn't want my mum to wash her clothes because she's afraid of thunder strike. So.. scolding my mum is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father asked her to park her car again in other spot, and she scolded my father. Ohh, not in front of my dad of course. She wouldn't dare to. Direct translate.. "Fuck his mother's smelly pussy, always ask me to park here park there. Don't park people's place la, not good la.. Not his house also.." Yes yes, you did not park in his house, but you are staying in his house. Show some respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, everyone seems to support her &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much, and thinks that it is all my brother's fault. He is stingy. He doesn't like sharing. He doesn't like people using his laptop.. Which is why I bought my own laptop. Righhhht. Let me explain why.. My brother seriously is very selfish when it comes to computers, but it is only &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; of the reasons why I decided to buy a laptop. Mainly is because I know that my aunt/ uncle will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; give me a laptop, like how they gave one to my sister because she needed it for college. Ha-ha. It's an old one though. And I know that my parents will never buy me a laptop. So why not buy myself a personal notebook when I still had income? Btw, xx paid for it too. =) So it's actually &lt;em&gt;ours&lt;/em&gt;, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I did not make the whole house unhappy because of me. And mum said that she's happy I'm so understanding. =) I did not ask for a car, I did not ask for expensive college.. But, what did I get in the end? Nothing. I thought well mannered children and good kids always get what they want. Or at least, they get rewards. So my sis get to go to overseas because she's good in studies? Okay, fine, acceptable. She can go travel during her study week. She can go to London, she can go to Manchester, she can go to Europe.. And sent her more money because she was worried she won't have enough. And you people used to buy her latest handphones when she was young. But what about bro? He gets whatever he wants because he has a dick? Sent him to a good school because he asked for it. Bought him a personal laptop which he was supposed to share. And bought him so many sets of lego.. And you placed me in that dumb school where the teachers are like shit. I only had one damn barbie doll because I cried nonstop. And mindy always get to play the computer, go to school trips, snacks and that freaking apple tree gadget thingy though she did not behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, so I am understanding and frugal. I never ask my parents for anything because I know that it's not easy to earn money. And it is definitely a waste of money to buy something you don't need. Still, I always get nothing in the end. I get objections when I started dating, while sis's boyfriend is like the best guy in the world. Get scoldings when I buy new clothes, new handbags and new shoes with my own money, while they just get whatever they ask for using your money. Gave a credit card to sis because she needs it for petrol and "emergency", while you don't trust me enough with a credit card and I had to issue myself one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back just now, I saw my mum dashing down the staircase, because my cousin wasn't feeling well and she was vomiting. At least that's why my sister told me. My mum looked so worried and nonstop telling her to see a doctor. Saying that her heart is aching seeing her like that.. Holding her hand begging her to see a doctor. Get an injection, or even send her to the hospital.. And my cousin sister nonstop crying and complaining that her head is really really pain, and she puked a lot.. Finally, my mum managed to get her out of the house, and drove her to a clinic. And I don't remember my mum doing this to us. She would just ask us to look for the medicine in the drawer and sleep early. And starting scolding about playing computer till late night and stuff.. Or better, she would get us some meds and a glass of water, and tell us to rest earlier. And I keep telling myself, "Okay.. Maybe it's because we did not cry.. Or maybe it's because our conditions weren't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad. Mum still loves us more.." But I just can't force myself to believe it when all her actions show otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's change the situation.. Assume that I was the one who was feeling sick, and I was crying out loud. What my aunt can do is to get me some meds and put me in bed, and ask me to keep quiet because someone is sleeping. And that's what an aunt &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the things my mum did to you, you still have the face to say that my mum doesn't love you and doesn't care about you at all? Funny. She treats you almost better than her own children. And it's not like you give her money every month for raising you up. You take things for granted. This post can go on and on, but I think I should stop. No hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun jie jie, if you ever come across this, I'm sorry if I offended you. But I think you'll be too busy with facebook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, I don't think you'll ever see this unless someone order you to read it. So, if you're reading this, I'm sorry too. But this is what I think. Frankly, you make me feel like not talking to you whenever you treat her so well. Okay, sorry. And I know you don't like it whenever gor ask for something, still, you'll fulfill his wants. And I know that you're upset whenever we argue, but I am upset too that you're biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee yee, you'll probably read this. I really don't understand why you and mum treat her &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; well. Are you guys trying to tell us that having 2 aunts is better than having a mum? I'm sorry too that I've upset you, but don't comment much, because Rach gets her way all the time too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8133602357819277747?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8133602357819277747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8133602357819277747' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8133602357819277747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8133602357819277747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/09/angels-and-demons.html' title='the angels and demons'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-2600766271876220477</id><published>2009-09-18T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:59:01.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>wake me up when september ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's already the third week of september and i still haven't updated my blog. lol. not even one post. so.. here's a summary of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i had my first paper on thursday and wasn't worried at all. =D because it was an easy one for me. haha. and the stupid college made all of us go back to school on saturday to have our hub etnik paper. it was kinda easy too. well, just not as difficult as i expected it to be. even quantitative studies paper is easy. =p not showing off, but haha, yea, i know how to answer the questions. BUT, i didn't have enough time to finish the last part of the question which consists of 9 marks. =( and god damn, what kinda lecturers the college hired? i didn't have an answer booklet on my table, so i told the examiner, but she didn't get me any. even until when the clock struck 2, which means we can start writing, she was still walking around the hall, checking the authorization slip and stuffs. gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;of course i have to reward myself for studying &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt; (yea right), to be able to answer all the questions in the past 3 papers. haha. when was the last time i went to old town..? =p well, they have root beer. and fish &amp;amp; chip.. soft drinks.. in a kopitiam. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;had mcd's for lunch before i sat for my econs. i think it was the first time i took so much time to finish up a burger. haha. well, i don't have to explain why. those who are close to me know why. =) i thought i would leave the hall right after answering the mcq questions. but i was surprised i know how to do the essay part. yay. =D even so, i left the hall early and walked over to tbr to look for my babe and then, headed to times square with josh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;though i am positive i can pass the 4 subjects, i'm still poor in accounting. =p after staring at the questions for a few minutes, i started writing everything i know. haha. the income statement.. balance sheet.. and also ledgers. haha. when i realise that, no matter how much i write, there is still no way i can pass, i threw in the towel and left the hall early. so, my boyfriend and i, and a couple of friends went to the cinema to watch Gamer, because we &lt;em&gt;heard&lt;/em&gt; that it's really good, which is so not true. i wonder why is it screening in gold class. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after all the exam stress desmen has been through, we went to jogoya after his last paper. the place is nice, but not the food. lol. i mean, i prefer shogun. =D met his girlfriend that day, and i never thought that people as &lt;em&gt;thin&lt;/em&gt; as him would get a girlfriend. haha! i'm just kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the next day was unexpected.. i actually woke up &lt;em&gt;early&lt;/em&gt; in the morning and went to the cinema to watch a singaporean movie with xx and joshua (again). later, we had lunch in secret recipe and hung out there for a while. and someone brilliant came up with the idea of going to the zoo. lol! since we were all so free, and so bored, off we went to the zoo. but it started raining when we arrived, so we went to brj in wangsa maju because if we were to go home, we would be in the jam for like, an hour. after that, we went to a cyber cafe nearby to play red alert and counter strike. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said you won't, but i'm &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; you will. nyahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-2600766271876220477?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/2600766271876220477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=2600766271876220477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2600766271876220477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2600766271876220477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='wake me up when september ends'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8332724649296016895</id><published>2009-08-28T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:00:30.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Mummy's birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sp0lLsdlG7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/1LKkcrtUs2Y/s1600-h/IMG_7128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376496650205135426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sp0nN6uOAkI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Et8H2ce38ao/s320/IMG_7167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sp0nOvGDuOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/xVn7iUX3Z-c/s1600-h/IMG_7173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376496664263768290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sp0nOvGDuOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/xVn7iUX3Z-c/s320/IMG_7173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8332724649296016895?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8332724649296016895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8332724649296016895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8332724649296016895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8332724649296016895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/08/mummys-birthday.html' title='Mummy&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sp0lLsdlG7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/1LKkcrtUs2Y/s72-c/IMG_7128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8279761525101389682</id><published>2009-08-26T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:43:20.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>5 things i hate about you.</title><content type='html'>I am so lazy to give an introduction. But some of you may understand it. Lol. And the smart one. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That very very unwelcome guest. And her things. No explanation needed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The freaking single sized bed. Lol. It's a second hand bed from my brother. I don't know if the screw is loose or what, it's a bit shaky sometimes. But i still can't find any nice bed that matches my room and fits the measurement. It's hard for me to explain this..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insufficient storage. Even though i have a big wardrobe (at least it &lt;em&gt;looks&lt;/em&gt; big), i seriously think that i don't have enough storage space. I mean like those more detailed storage like ikea's.. Lol. I do not have an accessories box to keep my necklaces and watches. Especially my earrings. And also the small small items on my study table because my room is so small that i do not have a side table. So i have to put my vicks, perfumes, hair leave-on, nail clipper and those medicated oil on my study table.. It doesn't matter that i don't have a dressing table, but the problem is, i don't even have a damn mirror! Lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Air-cond. This is also an old second hand air cond from my brother. It seriously is an antique. Lol. It's those kinda air cond which you have to install at the window. It is cold of course, but it's noisy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Windows. Fyi, my room is like an attic. So the windows are very high up where you have to stand on a chair just to look out the window. Lol. It is also very troblesome to clean the window.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with Kay Wai just now and he suddenly said, "laine, you're like a walking dic. same as justin." And i was like whaaatt? What's that? Then he replied, "dictionary la. not d.i.c.k." LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8279761525101389682?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8279761525101389682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8279761525101389682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8279761525101389682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8279761525101389682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='5 things i hate about you.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8259122216042519588</id><published>2009-08-10T20:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:51:14.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>(I'm still thinking of a title.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day after desmen's birthday, I went to euphoria with my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so called clubbing kakis&lt;/span&gt;. It was the best club ever, though they don't play r&amp;amp;b. Smoking is not allowed, so the air wasn't polluted. *inhales* The floor was damn clean and dry. Fully carpet. The toilet didn't smell bad at all, in fact, it was dry and clean too. Most of all, it wasn't crowded. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Soqdroq1mJI/AAAAAAAAAew/SsITFjKbBuQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371278878569765010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Soqdroq1mJI/AAAAAAAAAew/SsITFjKbBuQ/s200/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that girl is cute eh?&lt;br /&gt;guess her age. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqdsjhiLVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/niEJnkddypg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371278894368435538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqdsjhiLVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/niEJnkddypg/s200/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqdseEtHRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/mys8YEivmpg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371278892905340178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqdseEtHRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/mys8YEivmpg/s200/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Soqdr2b-InI/AAAAAAAAAe4/H-zH_9Wi_Ws/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371278882265506418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Soqdr2b-InI/AAAAAAAAAe4/H-zH_9Wi_Ws/s200/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, i look retarded in this. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqgK864_rI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Vp2Z3N3JczA/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371281615605006002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqgK864_rI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Vp2Z3N3JczA/s200/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my first and &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; photo with him alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had brunch with my family the next day at Shanghai10 in Avenue K. When we entered the parking, my cousin sister glanced over the parking rates and started screaming RM10 per entry?!? =.= But well, as we all know, Quarttro is in Avenue K, and that is the parking rate after 10pm. Anyway, Desmen asked me to "do it in haste", so I'll finish this post with photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqgLN6wOlI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Yr2D17XpjAs/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371281620167834194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqgLN6wOlI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Yr2D17XpjAs/s200/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqgLvBvLQI/AAAAAAAAAfo/BG0uFTUDPjw/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371281629055495426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqgLvBvLQI/AAAAAAAAAfo/BG0uFTUDPjw/s200/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;my grandparents and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqgLwAdklI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6SlPYc6CjqI/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371281629318582866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqgLwAdklI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6SlPYc6CjqI/s200/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqgMVg9JoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/14fTEyPJro4/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371281639386982018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqgMVg9JoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/14fTEyPJro4/s200/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Han sen's trade mark pose. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqjsEMTYGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Ww07NccnGyY/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371285483027652706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqjsEMTYGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Ww07NccnGyY/s200/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at his expression. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqjsTot38I/AAAAAAAAAgI/4djiuzgfwdg/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371285487173361602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqjsTot38I/AAAAAAAAAgI/4djiuzgfwdg/s200/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The "When-are-you-gonna-stop-doing-faces?!" expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqjsgOkI3I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xFgYZgN9V0I/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371285490553332594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SoqjsgOkI3I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xFgYZgN9V0I/s200/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Act cute. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8259122216042519588?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8259122216042519588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8259122216042519588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8259122216042519588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8259122216042519588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-after-desmens-birthday-i-went-to.html' title='(I&apos;m still thinking of a title.)'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Soqdroq1mJI/AAAAAAAAAew/SsITFjKbBuQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-112188298558542174</id><published>2009-08-06T23:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:14:42.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Start counting your grey hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Happy birthday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Desmond Pennson Pang Hon Pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a.k.a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desmen Pang Skin-ny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desmen, Kay wai, Ruby and Justin ditched their tutorial class to celebrate Desmen's birthday. So my boyfriend and I met up with them around 3 pm in Pavilion. It was sheer coincidence that we were in the same colour. Well, not ALL of us.. Justin, Ruby and Desmen were in &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;, while Kay Wai, my boyfriend and I were in black. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(And I wonder why we didn't take any photo.. *ponder* Oh well, maybe desmen's birthday is not worth taking pictures. Lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chee Loon bought him a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; jacket, which he wore on the spot with the excuse of "as a sign of gratitude". The couple bought him a set of speaker which costs xxx while Kay Wai bought him a Sony earphone which costs even &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! So I decided to pay half for the earphone as I did not buy him anything &lt;u&gt;yet&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My initial plan was to buy him a &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; mouse with Mickey Mouse printed on it or something because he told me he wanted a mouse for his birthday. And couldn't stop emphasizing the word M.O.U.S.E.. So yea, since he loved MOUSE so much, I thought of buying him a Mickey Mouse's mouse, but I couldn't find one. I found &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello Kitty&lt;/span&gt; though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(See? If you said okay when i suggested Hello Kitty, I would have gotten you that, and you don't have to torture yourself by using the touchpad.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, we went to Sakae Sushi &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. The service is still as poor as ever. That birthday boy ate like nobody's business since it was his birthday and he didn't have to pay.. LOL! Just kidding! After the extremely late lunch, they wanted to walk over to Times Square.. Or was it Sungai Wang? Either one. So my boyfriend and I went straight home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desmen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed your birthday though the "celebration" was nothing but lunch. You're one year older now, be mature k? Stop being so childish and badmouth people on your blog. People can sue you for scandalizing and stuff.. Okay okay, don't mention it right? Alright. Now that I'm in DMK, I have noone to borrow a jacket from.. =( lol. You've been a part of my life and thank you for existing in my life. I love you. We all love you. (Aww, so gay.. =p) Again, happy birthday Desmen. Hugs and kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-112188298558542174?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/112188298558542174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=112188298558542174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/112188298558542174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/112188298558542174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/08/start-counting-your-grey-hair.html' title='Start counting your grey hair'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-7625826121262674930</id><published>2009-08-02T02:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:08:28.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The feeling is weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what to blog. really. I just thought that I should post something so that my blog would look less dead. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out something interesting. Of course I didn't think that it was interesting at first, I was shocked. Then I thought it was funny and I was happy for him before it turned into anger.. Thinking of what he always said to me, and the promises.. I. Am. Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: Do Not Read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you want to, i won't stop you =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So you've got a new one in less than half year? Of course the time period is not the problem.. But in this half year, you did not bother about the previous one. At all. So obviously i would think that it's because you haven't gotten over it yet. But since you were going out (though you said "Im not going outdoors for the next few days, maybe weeks").. And you were seeing someone (though you said "I don't even want to look at another girl anymore for the time being. They're basically all the same. Well, except for Lin. I honestly think she's the only one which is different. None of you need to know why. [geez, why does it sound like Lin is yours? =p]).. So it means that you've gotten over it? And you shouldn't ignore me? (but you did anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, in this half year (just around 4 months actually), you've been going out, seeing other girls, trying to make friends, making sure she's the one, courting her, and finally, asked her to be yours.. But you ignored me? WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, ignore everything i'm about to say. I'm just trying to be harsh because i am so depressed now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you realize.. You're acting like you're regret (though you said "I will not say that I regret everything I've done").. You're now having a 9 (though you said "Thinking of 8, i don't feel like having a 9. I don't want a 9. [oh, but im glad that you have a 9 now]).. You stopped talking to me (though you said "I like the fact that we get along ever so easily").. im guessing it started on 19 May..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should stop posting anything about number 9 on blogspot because you used that for number 8. Try wordpress or something else. Maybe you should also stop italising all the 'you's and 'your's because you used to do that to number 8. You could always bold them or colour them. Stop using names on 9 which you've used on 8. Try "sayang" or "gula". Lol. Stop typing messages to 9 like those that you've typed for 8. Stop sending messages through the sms, e-mail, notes &amp;amp; drafts in the phone and notes &amp;amp; drafts in e-mail. Urm.. Telegram? Haha. Oh, try Bahasa Malaysia too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear number 9,&lt;br /&gt;So don't let him do those things (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which he has done for 8)&lt;/span&gt; to you too, 'cos for all you know, he could be thinking about 8 instead when he does.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgosh. What am i talking about? maybe i'm just too mad. *slap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, remember what was the first thing you taught me? People have opinions, but does it matter? No. So don't bother anything I've said. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promise made in November? That we would remain best friends, and even though you take the least of effort to talk to me, I must not give up talking to you and keep trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pile of dung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-7625826121262674930?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/7625826121262674930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=7625826121262674930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7625826121262674930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7625826121262674930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-is-weird.html' title='The feeling is weird'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-4483053762874414963</id><published>2009-07-10T02:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T03:43:56.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>Life is not easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's 2:30 in the morning and I can't sleep. I guess I'm just too glad that I don't have anymore coursework or assignment. At least for now. &lt;s&gt;Accounts coursework 2 is in week 9, which is like, soon.&lt;/s&gt; I don't know how long more I can bear with &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people. The idea of working with them for 2 freaking years really freaks me out. Assignments are more difficult now compared to last year. And the reason? It's private and confidential. I don't want to hurt any one's feelings here since this blog is public. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that it's time to update my blog because, Jocelyn and I have plans next Friday and I bet that we'll take pictures again. And IF I have the time and I'm &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; lazy, I'll post some photos.. And I do not want to have 2 outing posts with the same person on my blog when the previous outing was like, 2 months ago. It just proves how &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; active I am though I always claim otherwise. Opps. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I'll just have to update some random stuffs.. For those of you who don't read my cbox, lol, or aren't really close with me, or haven't talked to me in ages, I fell down a flight of staircase yesterday (which I've only told Desmond and Joce). T.T So sad. I did not trip down the staircase. My leg slipped at the edge the stair, and I got on my ass, and slided down. I don't know where, or how I hit my hand. My left elbow hurts like hell now. Though it looks perfect physically, but trust me, it hurts! I can't bend my hand less than 90 degree. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Sims 3 is really addictive eh? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-4483053762874414963?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4483053762874414963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=4483053762874414963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4483053762874414963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4483053762874414963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-not-easy.html' title='Life is not easy'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-1358785883899580936</id><published>2009-06-25T00:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:49:54.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My eye is swollen again, only this time it's the left eye. I have no idea why, but it's already the forth time. Right, left, right, and left again. Sigh. Went to the doctor this time and he didn't tell me the cause of my swollen eye. So I just assume that he didn't know why. Haha. He gave me this kinda gel-like medicine to be applied on the inside of the eyelid. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had my econ coursework 1 on monday. Made a few careless mistakes. I guess I was too confident. Haha. Have you ever wondered why am I always so quiet in the class? And not answering the teachers? Well, it's because, even if i answered them, they wouldn't understand. For example, monday during econs, Miss Tang was lecturing us again. Saying things like, last year, your seniors, only 55% of the whole course passed this subject. I answered her, "not bad what. It's more than half." She stared back at me for a while and said, "yea, only half pass, so you all have to study harder." =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coursework is due Friday, and it's not complete yet. I don't understand do I always get &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;kind&lt;/em&gt; of group members. Sigh. One of them claimed that she doesn't know how to use a computer and another said that his girlfriend is back from Singapore, so he's busy. =.= And we have to pass up another assignment in week 7, which is just 2 weeks away. I suppose I can finish up an assignment in 2 weeks time, but the problem is, I have no idea at all how to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also went over to my aunt's house last saturday at mont kiara. Desmen asked me to snap some photos and he would also take photos of his mouthwatering dim sum dinner (but apparently he didn't even take one photo). Here's a photo of Cash and the other one is my cousin brother, Eugene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SkXJ08rNzhI/AAAAAAAAAeY/--rywmdRaLw/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351905643677470226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SkXJ08rNzhI/AAAAAAAAAeY/--rywmdRaLw/s320/DSC00639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cash acting cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SkXKQd2l9-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/F3ivalGAXKM/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351906116440029154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SkXKQd2l9-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/F3ivalGAXKM/s320/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eugene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SkXKpZfAg0I/AAAAAAAAAeo/7gQYLlN7UmY/s1600-h/DSC00644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351906544764093250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SkXKpZfAg0I/AAAAAAAAAeo/7gQYLlN7UmY/s320/DSC00644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is *Jessie*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-1358785883899580936?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/1358785883899580936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=1358785883899580936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/1358785883899580936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/1358785883899580936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/06/again.html' title='Again.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SkXJ08rNzhI/AAAAAAAAAeY/--rywmdRaLw/s72-c/DSC00639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-1157508395930840525</id><published>2009-06-14T00:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:41:42.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Bon Voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a phone conversation between my boyfriend and I. And it proves how lame he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: Hello? May I speak to xiang xun please?&lt;br /&gt;Xx: Urm. He's not available. Do you want to leave a message?&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: Oh. Is he really busy?&lt;br /&gt;Xx: Er.. Yea. So do you want to.. Oh hold on, he's back. Hello. Darling? What's up?&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: YOU VERY LAME LO. Hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anyway, sent my sister to the airport just now. She was going to UK for her summer course. She'll be away for 4 months only.. Stopped by Sungai Besi for dim sum supper on the way home. Will upload more photos when my sister reaches uk and transfers the photos to her laptop and comes online to send to us. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SjSOf-bnwBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-H7Jp6yVqt8/s1600-h/IMG_5764.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347055337581559826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SjSOf-bnwBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-H7Jp6yVqt8/s320/IMG_5764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SjSXnBQF_1I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/aw9RaMsTeO4/s1600-h/IMG_5777.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347065354202251090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SjSXnBQF_1I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/aw9RaMsTeO4/s320/IMG_5777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;Try to talk to them and let them know what you're thinking, alright? I can't help much even if I know everything because it's not my secret to tell. So you better do it yourself. =) It's good sometimes you put walls up around you to see who cares enough to break them down. But don't do that always because we're your friends. And we'll always be there for you. =D Don't keep everything to yourself when you can share it with us. That's what friends are for. People change. Don't get upset just because you've changed. Look at the bright side, you won't have to worry even if you're dating a super shy girlfriend! You can do all the talking. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much la k? And don't tell me it's the pms. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;friendship&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;comes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;silence&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;between&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;comfortable&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-1157508395930840525?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/1157508395930840525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=1157508395930840525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/1157508395930840525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/1157508395930840525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/06/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon Voyage'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SjSOf-bnwBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-H7Jp6yVqt8/s72-c/IMG_5764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-462175021438929547</id><published>2009-06-11T22:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:42:07.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in high dudgeon'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to Great Eastern today because we wanted to try the Japanese BBQ buffet. But when we arrived, it was too late for lunch. So we went to pudu for the famous yee mee with giant prawns. Gosh. It was way more expensive then i thought. We ended up in times square and saw the huge board games..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SjEUOElKnVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/vyyMzeiWWYU/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346076464645840210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SjEUOElKnVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/vyyMzeiWWYU/s320/DSC00635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SjEWgeTQjPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/bjHWY8gylkU/s1600-h/0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346078979810954482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SjEWgeTQjPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/bjHWY8gylkU/s320/0000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, cash went grooming today. And eff that stupid lady. she accidentally cut cash's flesh when she was cutting his toe nails. Sigh. Pitiful cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SjEYtOCnJhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BNI4yOLxky4/s1600-h/DSC00637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346081397807719954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SjEYtOCnJhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BNI4yOLxky4/s320/DSC00637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put that aside. I met an uncivilized barbarian today.. scolded me "nia sheng" suddenly. I don't even know who the hell she is. Asshole. And i'm not going to copy the conversation here. &lt;em&gt;Mempersiasuikan&lt;/em&gt;. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JieMin Ham,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does your name remind me of &lt;em&gt;Ham&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ga&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Chan&lt;/em&gt;? =) People don't open a shop to prove their cooking skills. If someone opens a shop and you believe their cooking skill, i think that you're very stupid. look at tarc. So you trust them? Haha. You seriously don't think that you sounded silly? You looked like an utter moron to me laughing like a retard. So you're a hard working student? Well, no matter how hard working you are, if you're lack of brain (which is the fact), it's all useless, dumbo. And who knows? You even can be so proud that you worked as a waitress, maybe you'll be super proud if you can speak. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chen Chin Kuok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is something wrong with your eyes. =) Read it again. I did NOT ask her to be civilize. I stated that she IS uncivilized. Please read clearly. And don't tell me not to be sarcastic. I did not use my sarcasm. I was stating everything clearly. Simple and direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my boyfriend and Desmen were there for me when i was super mad. Thanks. I love you guys. =p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why does it have to end?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-462175021438929547?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/462175021438929547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=462175021438929547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/462175021438929547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/462175021438929547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SjEUOElKnVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/vyyMzeiWWYU/s72-c/DSC00635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-5949113309412751517</id><published>2009-06-09T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:44:16.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeless-ness'/><title type='text'>Yes, you're lame.</title><content type='html'>I promised Desmen to blog by today. So I still have roughly.. an hour. I better get started before he starts making noise again. Well, you see, blog is a place where you can express yourself. Everything is from your personal point of view. So, you can just ignore what Desmen wrote in his blog. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; talk about Desmen's cuteness. He has this baba nyonya blood which somehow makes him look cute. Or maybe it's because he still has some baby fat in him though he is super thin. Thinner than me. I think he thinks that he is cute too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know how to write this.. =.= How did we even come up with this topic. Well, at least it's much better than Desmen's. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Ruby today. I couldn't recognize her at first. =p She's prettier.. Hair much longer.. Talked for a while and she &lt;em&gt;ajaked&lt;/em&gt; me to Mid Valley. =.= But too bad my Tuesday schedule sucks. But she went to KLCC with Kay Wai and Desmen though because the two guys missed home and didn't want to go so far. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remembered something.. Desmen thinks that Jessie is the combination of Ruby and I. Hyper active, happy go lucky, cheerful (ruby), and most important, 38 (me). He put that in an equation. Ruby + Elaine = Rubelaine. Sweat.. Since you love us so much, name your daughter Rubelaine Pang la. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Desmen, more than 3 paragraphs ady.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-5949113309412751517?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/5949113309412751517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=5949113309412751517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/5949113309412751517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/5949113309412751517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-youre-lame.html' title='Yes, you&apos;re lame.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8667222510402040304</id><published>2009-06-07T14:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T03:08:47.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>Swollen eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Need no further explanation, my eye is swollen. And tomorrow is Monday, which means schooling day. I don't want to go to school with my swollen eye! =( I'm not sure if I'm allergic to something or it's simply just because of the hot weather.. It's the third time my eye swells. The last two times were just last month. The left eye, I think. Right after it recovered, the right eye got infected too. And now, the right eye again. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sad la.. I still have to go to school tomorrow. And I have a lot of classes on Monday. It's going to be my nightmare. Everyone is going to stare at me like I came from Jupiter. Everyone is going to gossip about my swollen eye! The last two times I had swollen eye, it took a week to recover. So I don't expect this to recover when I open my eyes tomorrow morning. I think it'll only recover next Friday &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Friday, because my eye started to hurt on Friday, and it officially swelled today)&lt;/span&gt;. Omgosh.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put that aside. I still can't think of anything about my assignment. I have to do about how Bahasa Melayu helps to improve perpaduan kaum. =.= This is tough. Last year, I did permainan tradisional, which is much more easier. I need help. I totally have no idea what to write about this. And I still have to present about it later. I hate presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this post is short, I still consider this as an update. =) Nah, I'm done, desmen. Your turn to blog. =D I really have to complete my homework now.. It's due tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;elaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8667222510402040304?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8667222510402040304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8667222510402040304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8667222510402040304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8667222510402040304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/06/swollen-eye.html' title='Swollen eye'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-7515174246159989351</id><published>2009-06-05T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:36:46.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>Revenge is sweet. =p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm now in the college's CIT centre. Waiting for time to pass. Waiting for my boyfriend's class to end. Well, this is actually my first time entering the college's CIT centre. Lol. Not funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would love to continue reading my twilight, again. But i left the book in the car. Sigh. I personally think that the twilight is a great story, but of course, it's not perfect. Desmen and I discussed on this topic a lot. Haha. Anyway, I still don't understand why Kay Wai hates it so much. He didn't read the book. He doesn't even know what the story is about. This is worse than judging a book by its cover &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay, i know this is not the right way to use. haha)&lt;/span&gt;. Kay Wai is judging a book by its popularity!! LOL. Just because the book is great, the movie is awesome, everyone likes it, he hates it. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, I took revenge on Desmen for writing my name on the college table. =p Figure it out yourself. Check my schedule. It's one of the table in block H. Haha. It was my HE class. Teacher asked us to form a group of 3. Fyi, I don't have any friends in this class because... Shh.. Ask me personally if you want to know my assumption. So yea, almost everyone had a group. When our tutor asked who doesn't have a group, 5 other guys raised up their hands. So I ended up being in a group with 2 guys, which i don't even know. But one of them was friendly enough though. At least he tried making small conversations. The other guy.. He made me speechless. Again, ask me in private. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to the library though. Did some homework for an hour. Later, I had break with my boyfriend and he persuaded me to come to the CIT centre in stead of going to the library. Because he thinks that the library's environment is no difference from the graveyard. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've explained how did i end up being here, blogging. It was also because the computers in college suck! They don't have the lastest version of flash player, I can't play facebook game. Any game. And it left me nothing else to do. Pathetic. I guess I'll try logging in again. Will update again soon. Ttfn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;elaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-7515174246159989351?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/7515174246159989351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=7515174246159989351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7515174246159989351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7515174246159989351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/06/revenge-is-sweet-p.html' title='Revenge is sweet. =p'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-1735000397959540287</id><published>2009-05-28T19:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:51:31.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>Followed by number 9.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was bored today and was surfing the net. Found some awesome photos of New Moon. Haha. Can't wait for the movie, though I know it won't be as great as the book. =p By the way, the poster looks nicer than the Twilight's poster. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sh6J2kGbnqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/S97cyfpCXk4/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340857778604580514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sh6J2kGbnqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/S97cyfpCXk4/s320/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sh6LJCUDmdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/G09Kny-YUKU/s1600-h/rsgfxb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340859195464063442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sh6LJCUDmdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/G09Kny-YUKU/s320/rsgfxb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmen thinks that Robert Pattinson looks hot topless. HAHA! I personally don't think that he's handsome. He only looks good in the Twilight movie because he's white and he has someone to spike his hair. =p And gosh, how many mole does he have from top to toe? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sh6MJCjwUcI/AAAAAAAAAdA/piQs6FyBOC8/s1600-h/moles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340860295041536450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sh6MJCjwUcI/AAAAAAAAAdA/piQs6FyBOC8/s320/moles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the bold guy. Haha. This is not so obvious.. But he's full of moles! Lol. Anyway.. I lost my earring few days ago. Earring, only one side. Lol. But luckily my brother found it in his toilet before it got into the manhole or whatever you call it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmen, I am looking forward to your blog. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Kay wai, I am not going to Jessey. You happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and and and, I'm officially Ruby's junior now. Lol. Just in case you're wondering what am i doing with my life. =) So I'll soon be busy with my courseworks and assignments and presentations again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-1735000397959540287?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/1735000397959540287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=1735000397959540287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/1735000397959540287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/1735000397959540287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/05/followed-by-number-9.html' title='Followed by number 9.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sh6J2kGbnqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/S97cyfpCXk4/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8556171893631520009</id><published>2009-05-16T19:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:14:44.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>I'm not alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I sincerely apologize to javan and kheng kuan for what happened. =) But it doesn't change the fact that they didn't want to go sunway with me. Anyway, we've changed the venue to Pavilion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went out with my girlfriends yesterday. It was my first time meeting Mei San ever since we've stepped out of the school. Haha. Hanging out with both Mei San and Jocelyn was really fun and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGI Friday's for lunch was really filling. We only ordered 1 appetizer, 1 entree and 2 main courses, and couldn't finish it even though we hung out there for like, 2 hours. Lol. Went over to Sungai Wang after lunch, and ended up in green box. After the 3-hour singing session, we headed back to Pavilion. Too tired to walk around, and too full to drink in a cafe, Mei San came up with the idea of sitting in the food court. Haha. Okay, here's the question. What do girls do when they're together? Camwhore! =p &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But i'm disappointed with my photos. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sg604-JmXSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/AMjtd3PDbd4/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336401499329551650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sg604-JmXSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/AMjtd3PDbd4/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336400281507787330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sg6zyFaQ8kI/AAAAAAAAAb4/fCs_3st27jA/s320/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sg613HUIVyI/AAAAAAAAAcI/P7jtTrdUMhA/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336402566941529890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sg613HUIVyI/AAAAAAAAAcI/P7jtTrdUMhA/s320/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Joce was annoyed by Mei San's idea to act cute. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336399549210984562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sg6zHdZGgHI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6lv30ZuGWxw/s320/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we're done taking photos, talking, teasing, laughing and was about the leave, the three of us went to J.Co Donuts' because Jocelyn wanna get something home for the boyfriend. So loving.. She was queueing up with Mei San while i was still busy smsing with my boyfriend. Haha. He suddenly called me and asked what was i up to, where was i and stuff.. I was talking and pacing outside J.Co's and when i turned around, i saw my boyfriend walking toward me. I was stunned. He came to surprise me and pick me up though he knew that i was going home with Joce. Since he was there, wen didn't go home straight. We had dinner at Sakae Sushi again, and had gelato's ice cream for dessert. Followed by a midnight movie, Angels and Demons. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Btw, cash has got a new shirt. A cute green tee. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sg7KvpM5jMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5vDqhuOoWDU/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336425528343235778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sg7KvpM5jMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5vDqhuOoWDU/s400/DSC00625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;from left to right:&lt;br /&gt;the shirt design; the sleeve; the front&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sg7OuC3r0_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/_qhcbcc-izo/s1600-h/DSC01506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336429898920350706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sg7OuC3r0_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/_qhcbcc-izo/s320/DSC01506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8556171893631520009?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8556171893631520009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8556171893631520009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8556171893631520009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8556171893631520009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-alone.html' title='I&apos;m not alone.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/Sg604-JmXSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/AMjtd3PDbd4/s72-c/DSC00609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-114669692831187224</id><published>2009-05-14T21:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:13:29.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mixed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About the title, no desmond, i am not talking about your mixed and pretty girlfriend. Haha. But i am still shocked about the news. Why am i always the last one to know. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I don't expect all of you to understand this post. So you can leave now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think that it is very funny. Haha. It wasn't &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; my joke of the day, it's humorous enough to be my joke of the week. Hahaha. Someone might think that i'm mean, but i'm not. It is seriously damn funny. Very laughable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're asking others to deal with it when you can't take it? LOL. And try imagining the way you said it. Haha? I really can't stop laughing. You defended yourself of course. And of course, i don't. I really don't. (And why the hell am i still laughing?) I was right, so you should have listened to me back then. But it's too late to turn back now. =) All you can do is to feel regret. Or feel dumb. Either one. Your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like repeating this. Haha. Of course i don't. You suck like hell. And i mean it. Your attitude and personalities.. Thinking of that makes me feel like vomiting. I really don't know if i should hate you or not. I mean, i have a strong urge to hate you, but i still have a little respect for you that worth to remain friends. Correction, i had. For now, i don't even have a slight of respect for you. Only compassion and sympathy. I feel so disgusted everytime i think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please jangan perasan that i'm talking about you. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-114669692831187224?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/114669692831187224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=114669692831187224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/114669692831187224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/114669692831187224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/05/mixed.html' title='Mixed'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-1673953741163265558</id><published>2009-05-14T02:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T03:11:34.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in high dudgeon'/><title type='text'>of unfinished business</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, since i told Desmen he'll have something to read when he wakes up tomorrow, i have to start typing something now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. So i'm still pissed at javan and kheng kuan for not replying me on msn for no reason. I assumed that they did not reply me because they don't want to go to Sunway Pyramid with me, and didn't know how to say no, they chose to remain silent. What's the big deal going to Sunway with me to meet up with Joce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know the way to Sunway". I said i can show him the way, and he said, "it's too far". And when i said i can bring him there, he stopped replying me. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for him to reply till i've got fed up, so i went offline. Came online again and saw an offline message. "Lolz. I was playing games". Should i believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine fine. So i'm going alone. =D you happy now? For 2 years since we've graduated, you never asked me out. And you chose a girl for her prettiness and &lt;em&gt;manja&lt;/em&gt;-ness over me, whom you know for years. So now i know the true you. Choosing physical prettiness over inner beauty. Not that i think i am very good on the inside, but.. Fine. Forget it. I don't hate her. I do not hate her. Screw everything. I don't even know why am i ranting. I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that. Anyway.. Was rearranging the photos that desmen sent me, and realized that i don't even have a photo with any of my classmates. So, you guys better take turns to snap a photo with me. =) lol. Yes, i mean it. I need to have photos with you people to remind me i still have you in my life. Especially Desmond! He claimed that i will have new friends when school reopens, and eventually forget about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i love you, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a part of&lt;/span&gt; dhr. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better say you love me too, or i'll chop you into pieces. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-1673953741163265558?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/1673953741163265558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=1673953741163265558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/1673953741163265558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/1673953741163265558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-unfinished-business.html' title='of unfinished business'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-9109943109490944435</id><published>2009-05-12T18:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:28:37.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>shower me with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as we planned last week, my boyfriend brought me to sunway pyramid today for ice skating. =D the traffics were smooth, so we reached there quite early.. around 10 o'clock. the ice rink wasn't as crowded as i expected. well, who would be there at 10 in the morning? even the staffs also won't be so early la.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx brought me there to look like a fool. =.= the people there were kind of professional. A teenage girl was practising, turning, spinning, twirling, jumping and moving backward. 2 guys were trying to learn how to skate backward, so obviously they know how to skate. and 2 kids were having their ice skating lesson, learning how to glide with a leg in the air. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we quickly put on our ice skates and went in the ice rink. i thought i've forgotten how to skate as i stopped skating for.. 5 years? luckily i still remember how to, but of course not as fast as i used to be. xx totally forgot how to skate, so he was moving slowly on the ice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went window shopping after that, at least that's what i thought. xx surprised me by buying me an esprit jacket. wahahaha. the jacket that i've been longing for.. the jacket that i've decided not to buy because it was bloody expensive.. the jacket that i've given up because i thought that it was unnecessary as i already have too many jackets at home.. he also bought me an esprit tee. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loitered around for a while more and decided that it was time for lunch. xx immediately suggested shogun. so yea.. coincidentally, shogun was having promotion! 50% off for lunch time. =D haha. too busy eating, so no photos. =p i love love love their slamon and live oysters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch mall cop but we were too tired. i only slept for 3 hours, while xx slept for only 2 hours because of me. =( didn't go home straight away though, because we were thirsty. really thirsty. but if we stay and leave later, it would be really jam.. so we left for Quan's at pandan indah before going home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some facts that i found out today:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i actually kinda enjoy watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;- my brother is way more annoying than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;- mindy actually hope for improved attitude. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;leeshan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-9109943109490944435?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/9109943109490944435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=9109943109490944435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/9109943109490944435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/9109943109490944435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/05/shower-me-with-love.html' title='shower me with love'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-6820764085941463463</id><published>2009-05-10T16:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:29:41.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>Hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can anyone tell me why is the weather so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FEELING DAMN HOT MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How often do you hear this from me? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit. Everyday also so hot. Feel like jumping into a pool again, like what I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bukit Jalil last night. Not exactly night, but it was around dinner time. There was a pesta going on but didn't bother going because I just went to genting last week. Went straight to the swimming pool. The feeling of being in the pool at night damn syok I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, we were supposed to rush to Pavilion for MOF, the Ministry of Food to cool down ourselves. Lol. But we were late so xx and i ended up in GSC watching Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I don't understand the movie. One second, Spock's father was Spock's father, the next second Spock's father said that he wasn't his father, but did not explain who he was. And i thought Spock from the future was watching from the ice land when his planet was destroyed. Then what was Spock doing in the space ship? I do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't understand anything, I thought the movie was great. Haha. Maybe I want to watch again. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-6820764085941463463?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/6820764085941463463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=6820764085941463463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6820764085941463463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6820764085941463463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot.html' title='Hot!'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-693622050235941058</id><published>2009-05-09T06:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:44:56.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>My prince charming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgRi8Y2YsRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jF6rl4NSPbs/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333496648315744530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgRi8Y2YsRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jF6rl4NSPbs/s200/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desmen Pennson P'ng Hon Pun made me do this. Just because i made him post what is his dream girl's criteria. And since i already have a boyfriend, and he doesn't read my blog, lol, i can safely talk about what i'm looking for. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He doesn't read my blog because he does not come online. He comes online for livescore.com though =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright. Let's start with the physical appearance. I know that i am not appealing, no matter which category of "pretty" you're talking about. Simple pretty, elegant pretty or the sweet kinda pretty, i don't fit in any of it. So &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;i don't expect my boyfriend to be remarkably handsome and charming. But things happen when you least expect it. Good thing i've got a good looking boyfriend (that's my opinion, you don't have to agree).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm.. We're still talking about the physical appearance. Since i am consider as thin, my boyfriend must be &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;fatter and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;taller than me. Overall, bigger in size compared to me. Chubby cheeks are preferable. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He has to be &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[4]&lt;/span&gt;friendly and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[5]&lt;/span&gt;sociable. I personally enjoy hanging out with friend, and of course i don't hope to ditch my boyfriend for them. So the best way would be bringing my boyfriend along. And i mean a friendly and sociable boyfriend. I don't want to see both sides quiet for the entire day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[6]&lt;/span&gt;Has a sense of humour is good because everyone loves to laugh. Especially me, i'm always stress and moody over small things. I'm pessimistic. I can think of really really bad things when something happens. I always choose to believe the negatives over the positives. So it's important that my boyfriend is a bright person. Always there to comfort me and tell me things will get better, eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Of course, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[7]&lt;/span&gt;being serious is a good thing too. So, i need a balance of everything. You don't expect your boyfriend to take things too easily right? And end up not getting anything done. Balancing is good. Know when to be serious, and when to have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I also like guys who &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[8]&lt;/span&gt;make me feel special. Don't have to be really good in sweet talking. Don't have to be very romantic. But always make me feel loved and cared, no matter how long we've been going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Judge not the heart of others, better still don't judge at all. None of us here are any authority to judge - Davis". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[9]&lt;/span&gt;Never be judgmental. No one is perfect. So just deal with it. I can't bend to your expectations, just accept me for who i am. Don't ever expect me to be who you want me to be. Love me for me, or don't love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Besides, he has to be a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[10]&lt;/span&gt;good listener. As i mentioned earlier, i'm often depressed. I need a boyfriend who can always be by my side. Always there to listen what i have to say, even when i go crazy. Even when my emotions take over my conscious mind, he'll never leave my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since i have an issue with my uncontrolled emotion, of course he has to be &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[11]&lt;/span&gt;understanding and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[12]&lt;/span&gt;caring. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[13]&lt;/span&gt;Willing to put down his ego to protect me and my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Urm.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[14]&lt;/span&gt;Protective. I love it when my boyfriend's being protective. =) I like to feel safe. The way he stands next to me, the way he wraps his arms around me- i feel like nothing in the world can harm me. Aww.. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I also hope he can &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[15]&lt;/span&gt;take jokes, because of my attitude. =p Sometimes i just can't stop being sarcastic. And i can't stop teasing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[16]&lt;/span&gt;Mature and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[17]&lt;/span&gt;independent. I don't want to feel like bringing my little brother out whenever i go dating with him. A bit of childishness is acceptable and it helps remain the chemistry between us. =) My boyfriend has to be able to take care of himself and settle his own problem, but not giving me more trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, he also has to be &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[18]&lt;/span&gt;forgiving. No further details at this point. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Most important thing is, his affection for me. This includes &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[19]&lt;/span&gt;love, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[20]&lt;/span&gt;loyalty and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[21]&lt;/span&gt;trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay.. I can keep on typing but i think this is more than enough. I typed this long because Desmen asked me to write &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;more. Not because i'm so picky in choosing a boyfriend. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bonus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how he can remember everything i did and every word i said. He still remembers when was the first time he held my hand, when and where was the first time he put his arm around my waist, what i ordered when we dined in secret recipe for the first time.. Basically, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;remembers things that i've forgotten. And i enjoy every moment he reminds me of our story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desmen, you can stop reading now if you think that i am disrespecting you. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would like to take this chance to confess my love for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for being by my side for all these years. Though i don't have the long hair you like, i argue with you all the time, i scold you just because i'm in a bad mood, i get mad over the littlest thing on earth, i still find fault on you when it's clearly my fault, never say sorry no matter how much i want to say it, but if you put that all aside, you'll never find another girl that loves you like i do. I love you. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hugs and kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt; only beloved dearest pretty adorable beautiful princess girlfriend darling elaine-leeshan. (I hope i got this right. Lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-693622050235941058?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/693622050235941058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=693622050235941058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/693622050235941058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/693622050235941058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-is-my-prince-charming.html' title='My prince charming.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgRi8Y2YsRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jF6rl4NSPbs/s72-c/DSC01443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-5429190515171473297</id><published>2009-05-06T00:21:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:44:32.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genting'/><title type='text'>I know I deserve better after all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 May 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 830 in the morning (when my friends were already in the bus to genting). Haha. Washed up, showered, get dressed. After collecting justin and chin kang's cake from the bakery, off we (xiang xun and i) go to genting. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reached there around 11 if i'm not wrong. Justin, ruby, chin kang and desmen were already in pizza hut when we arrived. Desmen came out and helped us with the candles and cake. When we were still looking for a lighter, chin kang (the belated birthday boy) wanted to go to the toilet. I quickly stopped him and told him we were celebrating justin's birthday. So he went back in. Phew. After lighting up the candles, i led the way back to pizza hut while desmen (holding the cake) followed us. We surprise Justin first, and then chin kang. But they were too full to finish the cake so we gave the other half to the Pizza Hut's staffs. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333391704146630226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQDf1Ws1lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3TlwO9xWOJ4/s320/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We loitered around first world complex because it was too misty outside to get on the rides. Went to snooker centre to play pool. Cha dou... The table carpet worn out already. The balls can't even move in straight line. Stayed in door until 130 and met up with evon before heading to the outdoor theme park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outdoor theme park was a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the rides were under maintenance. For example, my favourite spinning swing, cyclone roller coaster, another roller coaster up there and the swinging ship (which they opened later). Justin and ruby went for space spot while chin kang, desmen, xx and i lined up for fun kart. And guess what? I saw tan kheng kuan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that fun kart man. The bloody helmets stink like hell and heavy like stone. Luckily i have a shower cap to protect my precious hair from those unidentified bacteria and germs. And the roller coaster was under maintanence, so they had to cut off half of the track. Plus, the stupid go kart that i chose slow like crap. All of them overtook me like nobody's business. Especially Desmen, he overtook me 3 times. 3 times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333391698724052498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQDfhJ23hI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LBZsyw4jldE/s320/DSC01465.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Justin, ruby, desmen and xx played flying coaster before our tea break. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After our tea break, we headed back to the theme park until it was time for them to leave. Because they were taking the public transport. *(the package they took was sooo cheap. Only rm 42 for a 2-way bus ticket, a 2-way cable car ticket, and a ALL-park pass. Damn cheap right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiang xun and i then went to Snow World. It was my first time, Xx been there with his friends. And he said that it was really nice inside (duh, he loves the cold) so he insisted on bringing me in. So yea. I couldn't find a jacket of my size, so i took an xl. =.= Just so you know, they're giving free nestle ice cream at the ice bar and provide ice stools and ice benches. And for those who know me well, i can't breath well if i'm feeling really cold. My nose would be very uncomfortable. And that was exactly what happened that day. I had to take a few breaks- went out to breath in some warmer air. Overall, it was kinda fun. I mean, the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got out of Snow World, i couldn't stop sneezing and there were mucus. -__- oh great, i've got a cold. So we quickly went to the first world mamak to get something hot and spicy to cool me down. I had tom yam soup in mind but they didn't serve it that day, i ended up eating maggie with a cup of hot tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if it was the sickness or i was tired, i felt really exhausted and fatigue. So we went back to rest in the car. Xiang xun suggested to hang out at Starbucks but i was to tired to get out of the car. I even fell asleep. =.= But i only slept for 30 minutes though. After that, we went down to Gohtong Jaya for tong sui and dim sum. I think it was kinda cheap. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm sorry it took me so long to complete this. I was kinda stuck. Still am. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was desmen's idea to ask him what attracted him. Instead of answering that, he answered why does he love me. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgP_EVa_CWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/eiXAKvWp5cQ/s1600-h/DSC01441.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333386833671686498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgP_EVa_CWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/eiXAKvWp5cQ/s200/DSC01441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reason #1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm choosy and picky.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel everything and anything on my tongue. Anything at all. I could even feel a chili seed on my tongue and spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I don't think this is a reason. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;leeshan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-5429190515171473297?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/5429190515171473297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=5429190515171473297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/5429190515171473297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/5429190515171473297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-may-2009-woke-up-at-830-in-morning.html' title='I know I deserve better after all.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQDf1Ws1lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3TlwO9xWOJ4/s72-c/DSC01449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8375976285988891843</id><published>2009-05-04T04:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:30:05.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeless-ness'/><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Breakfast: Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Mamak's mee goreng. This is effing pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: (Eat out) Rice with &lt;em&gt;pai&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;guat&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;wong&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;wok&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;zai&lt;/em&gt; tofu + belacan kang kung + soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my father did not go to Singapore with my mum. Otherwise, i would have died of starvation. Finally, it's day 4 already. Mum is coming back tomorrow IF there's no change in plan. At last, home cooked dinner. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And where are all my long blog posts? =( My life must be freaking boring that i can't even think of anything to blog other than my.. diet? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NO. A big no. I do have things to blog about. Like, my lovely day out with my &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;beloved&lt;/em&gt; dearest &lt;em&gt;boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;. And also how annoyed i am at *censored* because of her fucked up attitude. But all these are sensitive topics which i &lt;s&gt;cannot&lt;/s&gt; must not talk about in public like that&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Or you'll see me in my coffin tomorrow. Plus, "&lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;" will start his daily shit if he reads anything like that. It's not a good thing everyone reads your blog, especially your family. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh. Why does it have to be so hard? Why didn't i listen to my mum and fly to new zealand, and never look back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: can't wait for tomorrow. =D ugh, i should sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8375976285988891843?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8375976285988891843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8375976285988891843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8375976285988891843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8375976285988891843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-5606202529908032321</id><published>2009-05-04T02:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:30:17.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeless-ness'/><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Had my meals outside because I was out the whole day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Breakfast + Lunch&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's near college. 5.95 nugget set. Lol. And guess what? I saw Chin Lek and his friends. Not exactly "&lt;em&gt;saw&lt;/em&gt;" him. I didn't see him, even though it was just next table. =p He saw me first and we chit chat-ed for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dinner&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Well, went to Sunway Pyramid with my &lt;em&gt;beloved&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;. Had beef teppanyaki + honey dew bubble tea for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BLOG IS SO BORING. SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-5606202529908032321?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/5606202529908032321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=5606202529908032321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/5606202529908032321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/5606202529908032321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-3044190479806562144</id><published>2009-05-01T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:30:32.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeless-ness'/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;I kinda woke up late, so i skipped breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;Mamak. This is pathetic. Had roti telur bawang and teh tarik. Also shared a plate of maggie mee goreng with my elder sister because my younger sister order maggie mee goreng tak mau pedas, and the bloody feller gave her a pedas one. So we had to order another plate for her, and finish up the spicy maggie goreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;My sister boiled rice, and cooked chinese sausage and baked bean (can food) with eggs. Plus a &lt;em&gt;tapao&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;ed&lt;/em&gt; "ku lou yuk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we survived another day. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-3044190479806562144?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/3044190479806562144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=3044190479806562144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3044190479806562144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3044190479806562144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-556827717687034035</id><published>2009-05-01T00:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:48:33.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum woke me up early in the morning because she was leaving already. So she needed me to be awake to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;take care of the dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; =.= I've been sitting in front of the laptop and tv whole day- my mum asked me not to go anywhere while she's not in to look after the dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father came home early today so I sneaked out. =p Went out to pay my maxis bill and get my free New Zealand Natural's ice cream. At least that was my intention. Wanted to go to Pavilion so that I can get free 2 hours parking after paying my expensive phone bill. Haha. But changed my mind because I thought of applying my Suria Dining Card. =p Suria klcc has this dining privilege card..which gives privileges..? Haha. Find out yourself. I'm lazy to state everything down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went straight to Maxis centre to pay my bill because I forgot that the NZN promotion is only 5pm to 8pm. After that, I went to the information counter for my dining card. But they said they only start giving out the forms tomorrow. =.= Then what's the point of spreading the news weeks ago? Swt. So yea, I was late for my free ice cream. And I had to pay my parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What I had today:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast- Bread and green tea&lt;br /&gt;Lunch- Instant noodle&lt;br /&gt;Dinner- Spaghetti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Day 1 was not too bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;leeshan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-556827717687034035?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/556827717687034035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=556827717687034035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/556827717687034035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/556827717687034035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-2771210687288008251</id><published>2009-04-30T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T03:13:21.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeless-ness'/><title type='text'>Cheong Kay Wai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;About my title.. Well, i wanted to talk about free ice cream but he stole my idea. Hmph. And i can't put "free ice cream" as my title or else desmen's blog will be like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chin leeshan. Elaine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free ice cream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kay Wai (KY)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free Ice Cream?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And people will assume that i copy him. LOL. Anyway, this will just save my energy. Read his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaywaiwow.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; for free ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;leeshan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-2771210687288008251?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/2771210687288008251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=2771210687288008251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2771210687288008251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2771210687288008251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheong-kay-wai.html' title='Cheong Kay Wai'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-637705731745105208</id><published>2009-04-30T04:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:30:56.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeless-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>Vacation.</title><content type='html'>My mum is leaving, again. In approximate 5 hours. This time, she's going to Singapore. If i have the time, i'll blog about not having my mum at home. I think it'll be about our meals, since noone cooks except my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tuned. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;leeshan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-637705731745105208?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/637705731745105208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=637705731745105208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/637705731745105208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/637705731745105208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/04/vacation.html' title='Vacation.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-7297032298024395033</id><published>2009-04-27T16:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:31:26.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeless-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>dalmation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SfV5201yyYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/yxVHMZkLGWc/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329299716867017090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SfV5201yyYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/yxVHMZkLGWc/s320/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top one is my Jewel. =D The one with a black patch on the ear is Dipstick. The last one is Fidget. No, i did not name them. The names are written on the collars. About Jewel's nose, it's a looong story. Haha. Anyway, my main motive of this post is &lt;em&gt;randomness&lt;/em&gt;. Lol. And also Cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash is jealous of a doll. Can you imagine that? =.= I was hugging my doggie Jewel and Cash couldn't stop jumping and scratching me. He even tried to bite the doll. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short video clip of my cute pet tortoise, which Cash is jealous of too. Please note that all the pets in my house are cute. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-62fd6432a191ce20" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62fd6432a191ce20%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331485008%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13A30F5ECEE722800982F739B88C938340960259.66CDD0A5AB351103DBA45034F4F849B7575D872C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62fd6432a191ce20%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsjTjvmQ3KWGGI-xyegabzaQO3zk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62fd6432a191ce20%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331485008%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13A30F5ECEE722800982F739B88C938340960259.66CDD0A5AB351103DBA45034F4F849B7575D872C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62fd6432a191ce20%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsjTjvmQ3KWGGI-xyegabzaQO3zk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Leeshan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-7297032298024395033?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=62fd6432a191ce20&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/7297032298024395033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=7297032298024395033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7297032298024395033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7297032298024395033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/04/dalmation.html' title='dalmation'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SfV5201yyYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/yxVHMZkLGWc/s72-c/DSC00598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-6619172876596368395</id><published>2009-04-19T00:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:32:28.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am finally blogging again. =p No doubt, I’m surprise no one complaint about my extreme inactive blog. Especially Desmond Pennson Pang. Even Kay Wai is more active than me now. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. Cut the crap. Let’s see.. I went to Mid Valley with my brother today because he was dying to buy jeans. Why so far? Well, let’s start from yesterday. We went to KLCC and Pavilion to shop for pants but didn’t buy anything because everything was way too expensive. Went into Levi’s and their jeans for guys suck. =p Their designs are &lt;s&gt;ugly&lt;/s&gt; not really nice, but those nice designs are the "live unbuttoned" series. The unbutton series sucks too. I mean, their designs are nice, except one thing. The zipper part. You know, a normal common usual standard pair of jeans, would have a button, followed by a zip. But the unbutton series only has buttons. In another word, they replace the zip with buttons. Example, if you want to take off your pants, you have to unbutton 4 buttons. Understand? Ugh, I’ll just google it. Hold on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326080710185200002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SeoKL-emKYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/K9cuQmuccmI/s320/levis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the best I can find. So yea. Levi’s is totally out. Later, we went to Armani Exchange. Yes, AX. Armani Exchange. That guy is rich. I don’t know why. He saw this jeans around MYR 600 and he wanted to buy. Luckily I managed to stop him. And in return, I have to bring him to Mid Valley to check out Edwin’s. So we went to Mid Valley today and yes, he bought 2 pairs of Edwin's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random case&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chatted with Desmond and Kay Wai few days ago. And as you all know, Cash is so lovable and Kay Wai loves Cash. =p He's even using Cash's photo as his msn display picture. Anyway, after watching Marley and me, he was so touched and put "Goodbye clearance puppy. Goodbye Marley." as his msn personal message. His friend saw his personal message and his display picture, and asked him "your puppy died ar?" -____- Touchwood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;leeshan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-6619172876596368395?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/6619172876596368395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=6619172876596368395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6619172876596368395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6619172876596368395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SeoKL-emKYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/K9cuQmuccmI/s72-c/levis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8316090354929124512</id><published>2009-04-07T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:38:32.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>You'll never know what is in your dustbin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A starfish pee in a bottle and left it in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My mum found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- The End -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8316090354929124512?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8316090354929124512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8316090354929124512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8316090354929124512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8316090354929124512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/04/youll-never-know-what-is-in-your.html' title='You&apos;ll never know what is in your dustbin.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-7801793049904302255</id><published>2009-04-06T17:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:38:17.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eww'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>ta-daa!</title><content type='html'>Don't understand why I'm so afraid of lizards? Here. Enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Mindy, my sister saw this lizard first and my brother investigated the cause of its "death". My brother said that, most probably the lizard fell down from the air cond and my sister accidentally ran the wheel chair (those office wheel chairs, not the handicapper's) over the lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321516259156131378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SdnS19V3fjI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/mnYqZT96UD4/s320/IMG_1850.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;the lizard and its tail. eww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321516266659538242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SdnS2ZS0ZUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4l6Uh5e7yoo/s320/IMG_1852.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;closer look. can you see the intestine? no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SdnS3D2QurI/AAAAAAAAAZo/NxNGuBn4bVQ/s1600-h/IMG_1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321516278082484914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SdnS3D2QurI/AAAAAAAAAZo/NxNGuBn4bVQ/s320/IMG_1853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here. can you see the intestines now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SdnS2CbuWNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tKhsI5Mn0S8/s1600-h/IMG_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321516260522875090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SdnS2CbuWNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tKhsI5Mn0S8/s320/IMG_1851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; double eww. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Now do you understand why am I so afraid of lizards but not cockroaches? Because lizards are more "fragile" and cockroaches are more "solid". Lizards are like, one of the scariest and most disgusting creatures ever. Yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"I will be close to her and trust her, but if she &lt;em&gt;betrays&lt;/em&gt; me again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I will never talk to her again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Define: betray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-7801793049904302255?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/7801793049904302255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=7801793049904302255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7801793049904302255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7801793049904302255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/04/ta-daa.html' title='ta-daa!'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SdnS19V3fjI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/mnYqZT96UD4/s72-c/IMG_1850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8105110813837959138</id><published>2009-03-29T09:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:36:49.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>60 earth hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Help protect our only home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319567805240546338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SdLmvA33lCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/AilK9KYA-og/s320/DSC00569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 28th of March 2009, people from all around the world will be switching off their lights from 8.30 pm to 9.30 pm in a show of support for the environment. Join us by turning off your lights for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in KLCC that day and i am very disappointed. The shops didn't switch off the lights! &lt;em&gt;Bright&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;dou..&lt;/em&gt; Tsk tsk tsk. Went to kinokuniya and saw kay wai wearing the wrist band. Asked him to show me but he refused. Stingy feller. But Ellicia had 2, so she gave me one. Cheong kay wai, i tell you, be more generous &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. See Ellicia soooooo good, she gave me the 60 earth hour sticker also. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319567807216510530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SdLmvIO-ZkI/AAAAAAAAAYw/U4iaAOWsmKg/s320/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, Ellicia gave me a wrist band and a sticker. Sooooo generous, &lt;em&gt;unlike&lt;/em&gt; kay wai. But my brother took my sticker and stuck it on his shirt &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; my permission. Grr. Never mind, at least it's on his laptop now. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319567800173043170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SdLmut_rneI/AAAAAAAAAYo/oY9jhIg9EFo/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8105110813837959138?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8105110813837959138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8105110813837959138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8105110813837959138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8105110813837959138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/03/60-earth-hour.html' title='60 earth hour'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SdLmvA33lCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/AilK9KYA-og/s72-c/DSC00569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-3798013493746389088</id><published>2009-03-22T07:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:36:25.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Left the house for Genting after dinner time to celebrate Su N's birthday. (For some of you, yea, i know, it's weird.) Anyway, it was supposed to be a small surprise &lt;s&gt;party&lt;/s&gt; celebration. Here's the &lt;em&gt;actual&lt;/em&gt; plan. Joshua will bring Su Ann to genting. And &lt;em&gt;bersiar&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;siar&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;makan&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;angin&lt;/em&gt; in the park around 9. So our job is to bring her the cake out of nowhere and interrupt their "date". Something like that. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's what i &lt;em&gt;heard&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason (or no reason at all), the plan changed. We left earlier than Joshua. We even had time to choose the cake slowly in secret recipe. I think the waitress got fed up with us. Haha. Because we asked for tiramisu, and thought of changing to a cheese cake. But still settled for tiramisu. When she was about to put the cake into the box, Foong asked her to decorate with some flowers. So she picked 2 flowers, pink and purple. She was about to put them on the cake when Foong stopped her again. He thought the purple one was ugly. He said this, "the purple flower looks like it got whacked up and is having bruise." -____- After some discussion, we decided to just take the purple one. After the transaction and everything, they asked her, if the car moves, the cake won't slide aside right? Haha. See? How to not get fed up at us? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, great. I'm getting lazy. I'll make this real short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached genting much earlier than Joshua and Su Ann. So we went to the park looking for an empty place. But it was full. So we were forced to share a booth with a couple. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some circumstances:&lt;br /&gt;- Foong forgot to bring plastic plates and forks.&lt;br /&gt;- He ran to a nearest shop using a longer way because they were already on their way.&lt;br /&gt;- He saw them on the way back but managed to get out of their view.&lt;br /&gt;- He came back panting and wanted to smoke. That was when we realized the lighter was spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;- We all stunned for a second staring at the each other, literally.&lt;br /&gt;- So he ran back to the shop again, using the longer way again, because he was worried that he would ran into them again.&lt;br /&gt;- The wind was too strong. We quickly lighted up the candles when we saw them coming. But the wind was too strong!&lt;br /&gt;- When we managed to light up &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the candles again, they were too far away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of waiting for them to see us, i walked over to them. And i surprised them! Haha. Both of them didn't expect to see me. Not like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi. Su Ann, happy birthday. *hug*&lt;br /&gt;J &amp;amp; S: *stare*&lt;br /&gt;Su N: It's not my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ..yet.&lt;br /&gt;Josh: What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Walk walk lo.&lt;br /&gt;Josh: With?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lim.&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Oh, where's him now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *point*&lt;br /&gt;All of us: *look at the direction* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ps: I thought of writing S &amp;amp; J (Su ann &amp;amp; Joshua) instead of J &amp;amp; S, because it was the first thing that came to mind. But i don't want it to sound like the gift shop. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315810195867820770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/ScWNNXIZ4uI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7bIllVNuK4Q/s320/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Happy Birthday to Su Ann. Love, Joshua."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually, it was from Foong. Haha. Su Ann cut the word love and when we complained, she said while squeezing Joshua's chin, "we don't need that, we have loveeee." But when she cut "Joshua" into half, she didn't say anything. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315814092365228642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/ScWQwKtx6mI/AAAAAAAAAYg/W07yrT5ykeY/s320/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the planners and the asst cum supporter and the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315810206311261346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/ScWNN-CUJKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NcGdsoA-Q0w/s320/DSC00557.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;see, su ann so happy. at least it was successful la hor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last but not least: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315813426625059378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/ScWQJao9GjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/JUOnnB_WNhc/s400/DSC00556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A picture says a million words.&lt;br /&gt;I've uploaded 4 pictures,&lt;br /&gt;so it's more than 4 million words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leeshan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-3798013493746389088?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/3798013493746389088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=3798013493746389088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3798013493746389088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3798013493746389088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprise.html' title='surprise'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/ScWNNXIZ4uI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7bIllVNuK4Q/s72-c/DSC00553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-2273304914559607346</id><published>2009-03-19T09:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:35:48.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>this is weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is really weird how it &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; affects me after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was long enough for me to forget everything and start all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would still unconsciously stumble upon that web page and get upset over it.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so easy to forgive but so hard to forget?&lt;br /&gt;Why stupid people even exist? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do NOT have my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rephrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously fucking hope that you guys will break up and never have a happy ending. Honestly, I only pity &lt;em&gt;X&lt;/em&gt; because of who you are/were and what you did. You do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; deserve someone like that. Still, no matter how much I like &lt;em&gt;X&lt;/em&gt;, or how much I wish I was &lt;em&gt;X&lt;/em&gt;, I still effing hope that &lt;em&gt;X&lt;/em&gt; will dump you one day. Let's just pray hard that &lt;em&gt;X&lt;/em&gt; will soon realized what you did and no matter how you promise you will change, you won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I wish that there will be no second chance for you, and that no matter how you say that you're changed, I don't believe it. But if I were to be in your shoes, I would really wish for another chance because "everyone deserves a second chance". (I wonder who quoted that.) And that I would really wish &lt;em&gt;X&lt;/em&gt; would forgive me for what I did, and forget everything eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still don't understand why it still affects me. And why do I even care to check on you? Ugh. I cannot have too much free time by myself. =( Or I'll end up..being like &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even care? Why do I even care that I am typing this now?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. You are so &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; worth my time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-2273304914559607346?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/2273304914559607346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=2273304914559607346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2273304914559607346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2273304914559607346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-weird.html' title='this is weird.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8621961996102025737</id><published>2009-03-11T07:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:43:09.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeless-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>I am a morning person. (yea right)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;waking up so early in the morning is really not a good idea. lol. i woke up before dawn today and couldn't go back to sleep. what else can you do when you're the only human awake in a house? =p lucky me. i have a camera phone. &lt;s&gt;camwhore!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SbcKFoFzOpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Q4m5-_1JfWw/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311725377284160146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SbcKFoFzOpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Q4m5-_1JfWw/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311725378146055314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SbcKFrTStJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/91jwsE5svCE/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311725380625172578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SbcKF0iXCGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/X24Fu6y6niw/s320/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, i played pet society. that desktop is freaking slow i tell you. damn it. i spent like, an hour visiting friends. grr. kesian jo-anna. wanna buy furniture also no money. and guess what? desmond pang named his &lt;em&gt;female&lt;/em&gt; pet Eugene. lol. is she bisexual or something? =.= haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i seriously can't cook. i tried cooking hashbrowns. and they turned out to be.. well, they were crispy. but at the same time, they were soft. i swear i didn't cut or poke or press or apply any pressure on the hashbrowns. but one complete whole hashbrown piece became a few pieces of.. crumbs? lol. doesn't matter. they're all edible. =D don't judge a book by its cover. my cousin finished up 3 pieces! haha. oh, i mean, 3 &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; pieces. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that's all for now, people. i wanna watch movie. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;leeshan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8621961996102025737?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8621961996102025737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8621961996102025737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8621961996102025737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8621961996102025737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-morning-person-yea-right.html' title='I am a morning person. (yea right)'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SbcKFoFzOpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Q4m5-_1JfWw/s72-c/DSC00543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-3962206422028753510</id><published>2009-03-10T03:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:07:21.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>People have opinions. So do I.</title><content type='html'>Just because she made a decision that hurt your feelings, doesn’t mean that she deserves that kind of treatment. Since the beginning, the question had always remained. So did the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should’ve known you’re a fucking emo bitch. I won’t trust anyone anymore. Humans are all the same. When you’re close to someone, you share everything. When that someone upsets you, you tend to forget everything you’ve been through. Though you said that you’ve always appreciate it, you still say ugly things. When you say that you can keep secrets, are you sure you can be trusted? When you say that you will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; regret everything you’ve done, do you mean it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. People have opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hypocrite?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so fucking moody at a thing at a moment and so happy at the same thing the next second? Do you call this &lt;em&gt;split&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;personality&lt;/em&gt;? Or is there some other term?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret being so nice to you just now. That always has been my biggest weakness. The same thing happened when it was with that idiotic pervert. I’m just too nice. Blame me for being so kind-hearted. If only I knew what you were thinking, if only I knew that earlier, everything would be different. I wouldn’t even want my book back from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, since I didn’t know that and borrowed you another two books, I won’t change my mind now, don’t worry. I just hope that you’ll take really good care of them. Please don’t harm them, they’re innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m sorry I’ve been the reason behind your… you know. I’m sorry you can’t control it. I’m sorry for asking you to “get” me stuffs. I’m sorry for being soooo materialistic. I’m sorry for finishing up that “thing” Aunt Pauline sent you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Like I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed reading that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I really mean this- I’m sorry I left my wallet just now. Sorry. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post turned out to be much shorter than I thought. Hmm. I guess it’s because everything we’ve been, every one of it that you thought of as special, every one of it that you chose to cherish, only meant a little (or maybe nothing at all) to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it’s because I don’t know that I &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; you so so so so happy. Regardless of how you kept laughing at almost everything I did/ said, regardless of everything you’ve done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because of the things I’ve told you meant &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not living in subang and meet you earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Not going to the same school most of them attended.&lt;br /&gt;Not going to the same tuition place some of them went to.&lt;br /&gt;Spending yours, instead of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Being so cold-blooded.&lt;br /&gt;Telling you when it supposedly has nothing to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;Making you that big of a sucker for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Not being a mixed.&lt;br /&gt;Not being as holy, as religious as Linyi.&lt;br /&gt;Being ridiculous again. (probably that’s what you’re thinking now)&lt;br /&gt;Taking everything away with just a fucking reason (which doesn’t make sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to say, but everything just vanished when I typed. Lily once quoted; Elaine won’t be Elaine if she’s not sarcastic. I honestly don’t know if I was being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I’m going to &lt;strong&gt;miss you&lt;/strong&gt; like hell &lt;strong&gt;lyanna&lt;/strong&gt;. We live so near and we rarely see each other. And now you’re moving to another end of the world. =( Promise you’ll text me, mail me, call me or any bloody way you can contact me. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;leeshan&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-3962206422028753510?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/3962206422028753510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=3962206422028753510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3962206422028753510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3962206422028753510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/03/people-have-opinions-so-do-i.html' title='People have opinions. So do I.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-4259985986235182908</id><published>2009-03-08T07:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:33:07.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>eclipse? or just the clouds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;How to tell the difference between sunrise and sunset? How sure are you that the angel in your head is always right and the demon is wrong?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Why what I think is best for everyone always turn out to hurt everyone?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-4259985986235182908?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4259985986235182908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=4259985986235182908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4259985986235182908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4259985986235182908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/03/eclipse-or-just-clouds.html' title='eclipse? or just the clouds?'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-4564971347295999635</id><published>2009-03-08T06:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:32:43.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s a long story how I ended up with this post. So, ignore where I got this idea from. Just read, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things parents want you to avoid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acquiring bad habits such as smoking, doing drugs, &lt;s&gt;getting addicted to pornography&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mixing with wrong people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wasting money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not studying and end up with a dead end job, or no job at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things parents want for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be a respected and worthwhile member of society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A roof over your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Money for nice things, holiday and etc. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What parents want for themselves (I think):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They want to feel that they are doing a great job being your parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They want to discuss issue with you in a calm, reasonable way and not by shouting or slamming doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They want you to love them and appreciate all they have done for you, besides maintaining a good relationship with you for the rest of their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They want to be proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-4564971347295999635?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4564971347295999635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=4564971347295999635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4564971347295999635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4564971347295999635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-6064103140128535062</id><published>2009-02-28T03:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:53:42.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeless-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><title type='text'>twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yea yea, I’m finally updating my blog. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I’m totally addicted to twilight. xp No matter what I’m doing, no matter where I am, no matter who am I talking to, I cannot get my mind off Twilight. The worst part is, I even think of Edward Cullen whenever I hear Viva La Vida by Coldplay. And I don’t know why! Weird. I guess I’m one of the craziest readers of Twilight. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things will get better soon because I really hate being guilty. You can’t be selfish and greedy at the same time, can you? And I hate sharing my mum! Ugh! I shall not explain further at this point as this is a really dangerous place to blurt out everything, right? Ask me personally if you’re curious. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has been playing left4dead a lot recently despite having exams. Which is very tempting. Haha. He makes me feel like killing those freaking zombies too. Even by watching him play, I can release stress. LOL. So I think it’s a very good idea to kill time, and zombie when you can’t kill people in reality no matter how much you wished you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was perfect- not healed,&lt;br /&gt;as if there had never been a wound in the first place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate sharing my mother. Hmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-6064103140128535062?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/6064103140128535062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=6064103140128535062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6064103140128535062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6064103140128535062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight.html' title='twilight'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-1785198150668383764</id><published>2009-02-10T21:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:30:15.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><title type='text'>baby!</title><content type='html'>i don't mean to abandon my blog, i seriously have nothing to blog. desmen, you really want me to blog? okay, here. this is &lt;s&gt;indirectly&lt;/s&gt; for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301164624436068354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SZGFI59hAAI/AAAAAAAAAXI/qP-iPyn83qc/s320/DSC00525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Baby, kamun's doggy that i mentioned in the previous post. damn cute right? okay, i'm done now. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;leeshan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-1785198150668383764?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/1785198150668383764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=1785198150668383764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/1785198150668383764'/><link rel='self' 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term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>enjoying ourselves also means torture in a way</title><content type='html'>you guys must be wondering why didn't i come online lately, right? =p okay okay.. here's some update..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;31 january&lt;/u&gt; (saturday)&lt;br /&gt;- had dinner at uncle's place. a not-so-reunion reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;- played killer, mafia and bluff.&lt;br /&gt;- we hid ourselves when han sen came. so we played hide and seek too? lol.&lt;br /&gt;- played "burnout" with eugene and han sen. basically, it's about car &lt;s&gt;racing&lt;/s&gt; crushing. and i love it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;- played "under the skin", the alien game.&lt;br /&gt;- went bowling and pooling.&lt;br /&gt;- had supper at mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i had fun but my hand hurt because the bowling balls are heavy, and i broke my nails. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1 january&lt;/u&gt; (sunday)&lt;br /&gt;- cousin sister, steph woke me up and asked me to get ready because we were going to have breakfast and then maybe times square.&lt;br /&gt;- went kosas for lunch. they called me abnormal because i ordered kuew tiao prawn mee.&lt;br /&gt;- went guardian after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;- we passed by the famous rojak and cendol place when we were walking back to the car. so we had cendol and talked for a while.&lt;br /&gt;- stephanie wanted to play make up and i don't know why, in the end, i was rachel's model and steph just watched. while watching, my brother played with her hair with rachel's curler.&lt;br /&gt;- after all the make up and hair do, we (steph, joanne, rachel, brother and i) went to times square and sungai wang.&lt;br /&gt;- on the way to sungai wang from times square, we saw this handicapped man writing some chinese characters on the floor. something happened and i'm so lazy to type out everything.&lt;br /&gt;- everyone was waiting for us to have dinner together but we reached home quite late. amazingly my father wasn't angry.&lt;br /&gt;- had durian and cakes after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;- sister's friends came.&lt;br /&gt;- met kamun and daniel. they came all the way from damansara to ampang just to pick us (rachel, brother and i) back to her place.&lt;br /&gt;- she has a dog, baby. he's damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;- met kamun's brother and cousin brother.&lt;br /&gt;- played circle of death. basically it's a game of drinking.&lt;br /&gt;- met ben.&lt;br /&gt;- left for redbox around 1:30.&lt;br /&gt;- continued drinking- kamun ordered another bottle of chivas and 3 jugs of beer.&lt;br /&gt;- most of them were already high and were singing and dancing. kamun and rachel looked so hot. =p&lt;br /&gt;- brother was drunk and really high. he accidentally hit my nose with his head.&lt;br /&gt;- kamun kept pulling me out to the "dance floor". lol.&lt;br /&gt;- redbox allowed us to stay till 5 am, so we stayed and kamun ordered more beer. =.=&lt;br /&gt;- left redbox at 5 and headed back to kamun's house.&lt;br /&gt;- the guys continued drinking.&lt;br /&gt;- kamun, rachel and i were trying to sleep. then the guys came up. my brother was really drunk.&lt;br /&gt;- he kept me awake until 8 am. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i enjoyed myself, really. but kamun thinks that i was bored. lol. i enjoyed myself but my nose still hurts, and i was really exhausted after that. had headache too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2 january&lt;/u&gt; (monday)&lt;br /&gt;- woke up around noon and had fruits for brunch.&lt;br /&gt;- kamun drove us home and baby came along.&lt;br /&gt;- showered and then went looking for kamun's grandma's house because we were going for lunch and we had to leave baby with his popo.&lt;br /&gt;- had yong tow foo for lunch. kamun ordered 10 fish balls, 10 dumpling, 5 lady's fingers, 5 tow foos and a fish. =.=&lt;br /&gt;- sent mindy to tuition after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;- picked baby up.&lt;br /&gt;- sent my brother and i home. rachel was going over to kamun's place again to &lt;em&gt;bai&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;tin&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;gong&lt;/em&gt; (hokkien new year).&lt;br /&gt;- rachel asked me to join them too, but i was too embarrassed to join them. lol. and i was tired.&lt;br /&gt;- fell asleep when i reached home.&lt;br /&gt;- woke up after midnight. =.=&lt;br /&gt;- rachel came home with kamun and daniel.&lt;br /&gt;- we all started talking about ghosts. lol.&lt;br /&gt;- kamun and daniel went home around 5. and i went to bed, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-4465467542365563134?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4465467542365563134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-5754646680610719894</id><published>2009-01-30T00:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:49:36.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>outing</title><content type='html'>i know i've been blogging a lot recently. bear with me, i have plenty of time. i know i won't be blogging so often next month. because february is nothing special to me, and i don't think anything is going to happen next month. alright, i'm kinda tired after 10 hours with those people. i'll make this as simple as i can. okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the first to reach. supposed to meet at 1030 but i reached around 10. messaged desmen and kay wai. desmen replied me "i'm coming" but it took him half an hour to reach. we met up at avenue k lrt station and walked over to pavilion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched the bride war though we reserved tickets for the wedding game. because justin came back to kl suddenly and he watched the wedding game already. the ending of the movie was really touching. almost cried, but didn't because all my friends there leh. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had lunch at sakae sushi after our movie. went WINDOW shopping for a while and then walked to sungai wang. justin went shopping. later, had dinner at gasoline. the staffs there are rude. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and saw my aunts and cousins in my house. i meant my father's side. they're here again. =.= noisy. walked into the dining room and saw another cousin (mother's side). this, i didn't mind. and she's gonna overnight in my house. yay! lol. yes, i'm biased. so what? sue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after entertaining all of them, i quickly went for a shower and turned on my computer. desmen asked me to come online tonight because even justin is coming online. lol. that's really rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they want to change plan to tioman. but i think we should just stick to penang because we planned everything already and tioman is way more expensive then penang. i'm not a billionaire's daughter okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i just found out some horrible truth. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;leeshan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-5754646680610719894?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/5754646680610719894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=5754646680610719894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/5754646680610719894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/5754646680610719894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/outing.html' title='outing'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-2692393611176774189</id><published>2009-01-28T23:26:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:55:57.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>the third day</title><content type='html'>haha. this blog is becoming my diary? =p finally, a post with photosss, not words. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.. today is the third day of chinese new year. cash is home! and here's a photo of cash that lily asked for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296367622142954770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SYB6Sn22DRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Wf2ywhmwpug/s320/DSC00516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;there. cash. =) oh, that big blue thingy is his new license. it was red, and smaller before this. haha. when i was about to shower, uncle albert and family came but i didn't bother and went shower. scratch that. after showering, it was time for make up. =) i love the bobbi brown's foundation. haha! rach, i know you're reading this! you know what to do. lol! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296402268656709474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SYCZzULbL2I/AAAAAAAAAUY/8zxatYMsW40/s320/DSC00517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my brother's mirror is dirty. ugh. cannot see the make up. =/ anyway, rachel still takes the credit. haha. it was just a random photo before showering again. i looked something like this during dinner. without the ponytail of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dinner was really fun. we couldn't stop playing with the cameras. haha. we took photos of all the dishes, except the shark's fin soup because they scooped into small bowls for us even before we could take photos. lol. i'll let the photos do the talking. =) enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296411875266400002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SYCiiflqDwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/UEmvWNIBhUE/s320/IMG_1539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yee sang of course. =) i only like the salmon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296411883133546130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SYCii85VLpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/fpWzNPH9yYk/s320/IMG_3032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"sei yut fan". see the orange thingy there? it's a bowl and also jelly. it's edible. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296411884171437906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SYCijAwyJ1I/AAAAAAAAAUw/s5kzwTVolRo/s320/IMG_3034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;year year got fish. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296411891313240370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SYCijbXhaTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SqoeWxHT2J0/s320/IMG_3035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pork + mushroom + sea cucumber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296411897182721314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SYCijxO6lSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rM0rOZZTRQA/s320/IMG_3036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the menu said "prawn with egg yolk". it looked more like butter prawn though. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296417222527804738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SYCnZvsH5UI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wXAWe5bBMuQ/s320/IMG_3042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is nice. =) *slurp*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296417226298246418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SYCnZ9vERRI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/CYyWVBrDdOk/s320/IMG_1576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dessert. some kinda "tong sui" and.. urm.. pau? LOL. i don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296417229914360770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SYCnaLNNy8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/PY29olktLi4/s320/IMG_1546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the adults' table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh, by the way. rachel, the one that just came back from new zealand, somehow still has problem with her chinese. haha. she said, in mandarin, "we'll have 2 tables later. one for "da ren" (adults), one for "xiao ren" (cunning/ mean people). =.= speechless. haha. she meant, children. lol. &lt;p align="left"&gt;that's all for this post. it's already 3 and i have to wake up very early tomorrow because i'm supposed to meet kay wai, desmen and ruby at 1030 for a movie, when the movie is like, an hour and 20 minutes after that. crazy. &lt;p align="left"&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;leeshan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-2692393611176774189?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/2692393611176774189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=2692393611176774189' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2692393611176774189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2692393611176774189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/third-day.html' title='the third day'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SYB6Sn22DRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Wf2ywhmwpug/s72-c/DSC00516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-4941150918033805965</id><published>2009-01-28T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:54:30.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>a curse by the wicked witch</title><content type='html'>lion dance and fire crackers woke me up today. it was my neighbour. i don't know why they didn't do it on the first day of chinese new year, but the second day. for 6 to 7 years of my life in this house, they always had lion dance on the first day. but this year, on the second day. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something sad happened. a baby died today. =( she was only 5 months old. but she's dead now due to high fever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. which reminded me of the second day of chinese new year few years back. we all went to ulu langat with my father. at that time, my father had a female dog (desmen said chinese new year cannot say those words. lol.) which gave birth to 12 puppies. -____- anyway, a puppy died on that day too, the second day of chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was as boring as yesterday. i've been sitting in front of the computer since i woke up, but still can't think of anything to blog. lol. my life must be really boring huh. =p lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random facts-&lt;br /&gt;kay wai asked me out for a movie on thursday, follow by lunch at sakae sushi.&lt;br /&gt;kay wai taught me another short form. tgt = together. -___-&lt;br /&gt;mindy scolded my brother. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;cash is coming back tomorrow! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-4941150918033805965?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4941150918033805965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=4941150918033805965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4941150918033805965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4941150918033805965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/curse-by-wicked-witch.html' title='a curse by the wicked witch'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-6133167216915588873</id><published>2009-01-26T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:56:37.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>the year of ox</title><content type='html'>finally, it's the first day of chinese new year. as expected, it's boring. but there's a phenomenon which will only occur once a year- my father waking us up one by one. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us woke up kinda late, so lunch was kinda late too. =p sister enjoyed playing with her camera and couldn't stop playing with it. oh, she took a photo of us- herself, mindy and i. but no photos, people. they're still in the camera. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my brother saw that picture, he said, "why is there a man in women's clothes?" LOL. he was talking about my younger sister of course. ough. that hurts. lol. but yea, he's always like this. saying hurtful things to mindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, oh seng gor gor came to our house. let's pray hard that my cousin sister won't read this. lol. so, joanne, jeremy, mindy, rachie and yee yee, you guys better not tell her. lol. because ah seng gor gor stated in that message, "haha, alright, i'll come around this time, but make sure ah fun jie jie is not there. haha". something like that. LOL. i think he was just trying to prevent awkward moment la. =p he's still as generous as before. he brought us a big bag of goodies. but too bad he's still single, no ang pau. haha! i went to xx's house though. got 3 ang paus there. happy. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-6133167216915588873?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/6133167216915588873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=6133167216915588873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6133167216915588873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6133167216915588873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-of-ox.html' title='the year of ox'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-1248283217793097682</id><published>2009-01-26T00:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:56:07.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeless-ness'/><title type='text'>chinese new year.</title><content type='html'>happy chinese new year everyone! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's new year is kinda boring. sigh. i'm still waiting for the message i requested earlier but someone went over to that cafe opposite the house. someone even hung up on me. hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need all my ang paus because i need financial support for vacation after chinese new year, and this is my only hope. =p so if any of you are offering big ang paus or having open house OR even &lt;em&gt;desperate&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;guests&lt;/em&gt;, please message me or send me the ang paus! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's chinese new year and let's check my to-do list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i haven't even started reading from where i stopped.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;erm.. my room is still messy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they're still in the cupboard untouched.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they're as dirty as before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;still wondering where life is heading me to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;with the condition now, it's kinda tough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;sigh. see? told you i won't do any of it. bingo! not even one. haha. anyway.. got my first red packet today. here's what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember why i went into the living room after dinner.. the rest were still in the dining room. my father was watching tv and i accidentally saw him holding ang paus.. and i shouted.. "ah! &lt;em&gt;papa's&lt;/em&gt; giving ang paus already!! hahaha!!" and went to my father, "gong xi fa cai", grabbed my ang pau and ran. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda lazy to further explain. so i'll just end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, happy moo year! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-1248283217793097682?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/1248283217793097682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=1248283217793097682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/1248283217793097682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/1248283217793097682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='chinese new year.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8602584148550897003</id><published>2009-01-24T02:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:58:05.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>"male chopstick female spoon"</title><content type='html'>well.. about the title, it was my sister's idea. lol. direct translated from chinese of course. haha. she asked me to blog about this. so yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were eating in the dining room, all of us, except my father because he was busy with something. later when he's done, he came and joined us for dinner. okay.. he's the problem.. he has this habit of putting a spoon in every plate/ for every dish, because it's more hygiene that way. so that we don't have to share saliva or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* oh, i suddenly remembered a story.. lol. later k? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. but today, my father didn't take any spoon. i think he forgot. lol. and my sister said to my mum in english, "mummy, i HATE some people hor, like to put a spoon at the dish when people are eating half way. i would feel VERY offended lo". and she stared at my father for a while and continued, "what's the meaning wor? so i'm very dirty now la?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i answered, "he didn't do that because he thinks we are dirty. he does that every time because he thinks that he, himself is dirty. and he's worried that we would mind his saliva". i paused for a while and said, "even yee yee does that every time. it's just, hygiene".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum said, "yea, it's hygiene. even if you go out for dinner with other people also, putting a spoon there is better. it's just like how you didn't like your aunts drinking the soup the other time (* i'll explain this later)". "yee yee is your relative, of course it's more polite to have a spoon there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously my sister wouldn't keep quiet. so she said, "yee yee, acceptable. because she puts the spoons before eating. but &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; likes to put it when we are eating half way. i would feel so offended".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole conversation was in english because..&lt;br /&gt;sister - she didn't want my father to understand it/ she just felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;me - i didn't want him to feel offended.&lt;br /&gt;mum - just cooperating with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all kept quiet. and my father suddenly stood up to take a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing my sister, of course she would say something again. she said, "you see, mummy. i just only said and now he's taking a spoon again". and i continued, "he probably didn't understand 'offended' or he wasn't listening". (okay, i feel so bad now for saying that. i should have just kept quiet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father came back to his seat and sister stared at him. he looked at her and said, "i'm just worried that you mind my saliva!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later my sister asked, "hey, what do you call that in chinese? 公筷...? what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mindy answered her, "公筷母匙！"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh yea! haha. elaine. post this is your blog! =p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* okay people. let me continue with the story i remembered just now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;centuries ago, when we had a reunion dinner at &lt;s&gt;the freaky place&lt;/s&gt; salak south (father's side hometown). honestly, we all don't like going there because that place is scary. let me enlighten you. firstly, the place is really old. even some part of the ground is cracked. wooden walls with fungus, scraped paint. big lizards everywhere. [once i was sitting on the floor watching tv, a huge brown striped lizard fell in front of me from the ceiling! eww!] living room with concrete floor. kitchen with cement floor, that's why you have to wear slippers in the kitchen. =.= even their slippers are made of disgusting rubber in disgusting colours. they look ugly and dirty. [it explains why i wear my own slippers that i wear outside] the people there are uncivilized. they acted like they've never seen an air conditioner when they came to my house few years back (we take turns to host a reunion dinner). the kids acted like they've never seen a folding toilet door before and couldn't stop playing (open and close repeatedly) with the toilet door. it's also kinda boring there. that's why we do not like going to salak south. *("千金小姐 ma.." "shut up, xx")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. back to the main point of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner in salak south is rather traditional. we don't get a small bowl of soup each. they would serve a big bowl of soup in the middle of table together with other dishes. so my siblings and i were at the same table as my uncles and aunts. and we saw our aunts drinking the soup from the bowl, really disgustingly. plus, they look like those market fat "oily" auntie. =S they cleaned their spoon with the mouth, to make sure there is no rice or gravy on the spoon. if you get my meaning of cleaning with their mouth, you will feel very disgusted now. after drinking a spoon of soup, they put the same spoon back into the soup to scoop another spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you saw the way they drank from their spoon and put it back into the bowl for another spoon, i bet you will say that you'll never want to eat with them anymore. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. my aunt bought us a westie's calendar, and we pasted it on cash's door. =) because it is those kinda calendar with boxes. okay, i know i'm a bad "explainer". so yea, you have to be a good "understander" to fully understand everything i say. anyway, since it provides sufficient space for us to write something, it's sort of like a planner, so we've decided to use it as cash's diary. =) haha. example.. on the 21st, we wrote "applied new lisence" in the box. on the 23rd, we wrote "went grooming". get the picture? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8602584148550897003?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8602584148550897003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8602584148550897003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8602584148550897003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8602584148550897003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/male-chopstick-female-spoon.html' title='&quot;male chopstick female spoon&quot;'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-3602806087740790138</id><published>2009-01-22T01:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:40:36.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>naked like the moon</title><content type='html'>long and tiring day. haha, well, not exactly long because i woke up rather late today, but today felt so long because i went shopping with my brother. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i talk about the shopping, i want to touch on chili's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm lovin' their lamb shoulder, but it's a bit too salty. oh well, maybe that's their speciality.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm lovin' their mashed potatoes. it's really delectable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't like their drink menu. limited choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i enjoy sitting in klcc's chili's and just stare out the glasses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;oh, i almost forgot, cash went to penang yesterday. and my uncle asked if i want to go to penang, i was so stoned at that moment and i just stared at him and said, "umm.. erm, don't want la." and smiled sillily (is this even a word? i thought it was. =p). hey, i didn't say no because i was shy or shocked or whatsoever. but because they were leaving already and you don't expect me to keep them waiting, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i accepted his offer, they would need to wait for me to pack my things and get ready. plus, they are staying in penang until somewhere around the third day of chinese new year, because that's their hometown right? on top of that, rachel just came back from new zealand and she'll have a lot of catch ups with her buddies and it will be really awkward if i go out with her. and it'll be boring to stay at home with cash and my aunt. (no offense, yee yee and cash, if you're reading this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, if i really follow rachel and hang out with her friends (which is kinda, weird?) and if she's really caring and considerate and keep me company just so i wouldn't feel left out, i would feel so guilty for holding her back from having fun with her friends (when the whole point of going out is to catch up with them because she only comes back once a year). so, don't want la. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, i would feel so &lt;u&gt;(fill in the blank)&lt;/u&gt; to see how rachel spends her money and i have no money to spend. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, i felt like going because kl is kinda boring. besides, i know i'm going to miss penang when i come back and i definitely feel like going to penang again. and i get to fulfill my wish because i'm going to penang at the end of february. wahaha. if i said yes, then i would have more time with my baby cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to the topic. shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother and i went to stadium, klcc, because he wanted to buy the nike bottle which he couldn't find in nike. and obviously i was looking around, too. and a white adidas cap caught my attention. i really liked it so i jokingly asked my brother, "gor, i want.." and surprisingly, he said okay. haha. (lexandl must feel so jealous now because he doesn't have a sister to spoil. =p) but i didn't feel like buying it too, because i already have a nike one and only wore it, once? so yea, if i buy another cap, it would be a waste of money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, my brother still bought it for me. damn happy now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294029427211788962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SXgrtw9sYqI/AAAAAAAAATw/vDOZuj2y0vI/s320/DSC00515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294029426472355394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SXgrtuNZhkI/AAAAAAAAATo/FOlU62xc_Vk/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, he went to converse to buy himself a pair of school shoes. bloody hell. i don't know why is he so rich. in my previous post, i already said that i totally object to his idea of buying a pair of converse school shoes. and he also wanted to buy a wallet, this is understandable, because his wallet is, urm, kinda torn at the side. and it's old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say, the wallet's got a hole, meaning the particular person is broke. i totally don't agree with this statement because i think his wallet is really worn out but he's so rich. meanwhile, my purse is still nice and in good condition, but i'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he didn't buy it because it was the last one, the displayed one. well, we wouldn't mind if it was a display wallet. we didn't buy that because it is a bit torn at the bottom. oh, and here's what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were waiting at the cashier as the sale assistant was trying to find a new one. later we saw an "auntie" who looked like she's just came back from a market or something browsed around the shop. she suddenly said something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eih, dik, tu last one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the sale assistant turned to us and said, "sorry, ni last. displayed one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i were stoning, and that "auntie" said (in cantonese),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why not just that that? it's new, only that we've ran out of stocks. it's just a display in the drawer, nothing one ma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were thinking, it's NEW? eih, auntie, if it's new, shouldn't you have a lot of stocks? how can a latest new wallet ran out of stocks? cheh. so i answered, "it's torn." and walked out of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, who the hell is she? =p the manager? =p she looked something like miss lynette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, it was dinner time, my brother said he felt like eating pizza hut's but he didn't know what to eat. so we went to pizza hut's and stood outside looking at the menu, but the usher led us to the table. we sat down, looked at the menu. and both of our stared at each other and said, "eih, nothing to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were still discussing whether to stay or to leave and a waiter came. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"give us more time, please? =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went on discussing for like, 5 minutes or so. we finally made our decision and stood up. while making our way out of the restaurant, a waiter saw us and he smiled widely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiter: hi sir. hi miss. =D&lt;br /&gt;me: *stares* -_______- "wtf? did he just say hi?" *stares blankly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we went to yoshinoya located at the food court. hey, why does klcc like to hide the restaurant. like mcd's and sushi king, they're hidden at the food court too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered i have something to talk about yoshinoya but i can't think of it right now. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i miss cash so much right now. whenever i hear the dogs in the neighbourhood bark, i will actually wait for him to bark. when i came home from klcc, i was actually hoping to see cash waiting for me at the door, wagging his tail in delight, tongue out. and hopping to get my attention, scratching my legs as his jumps, licking and greeting me, bite me in a fun way at times. and i miss playing hide and seek with him. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cash, please take care and come home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to-do list (as if i will do it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;read twilight in its entirety.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean my room completely before chinese new year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clear up all my pmr books. -___-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wash my bags.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make up my mind on what to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;save at least rm300 for penang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: now you understand why i said it felt like a long day. i think this is my longest post. haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-3602806087740790138?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/3602806087740790138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=3602806087740790138' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3602806087740790138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3602806087740790138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/naked-like-moon.html' title='naked like the moon'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SXgrtw9sYqI/AAAAAAAAATw/vDOZuj2y0vI/s72-c/DSC00515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-3615556882491642121</id><published>2009-01-21T01:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:01:51.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eww'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>Only hope.</title><content type='html'>I want to blog. I have so much to say. But I don't know how. It's really hard to put everything that happened in the afternoon in words. But I am relieved that all the phone calls and messages have came to an end. Let's make things short and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel so bad for lying to/ hiding things from Jesslynn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the same time, I feel so guilty for talking Jesslynn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I received a message from L which said "thnks". I don't know what was he thinking, but I have a feeling that it was the most sarcastic message ever. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;[Please note that L in the statement is NOT Lexandl. I know he's like the only person most of you can think of.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WTF? Eww! Double eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father killed a lizard. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That freaky creature really made me feel so disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my father was just in the mood to play with the rubber band? Haha. He tore a small piece of torn cloth and tied it to the rubber band and shot the baby lizard. Well, the torn cloth is to give the rubber band a bigger surface area, and the bigger the surface area, the higher the possibility of hitting the lizard? Yea, I think my father really enjoyed playing with that thing which brings back his childhood memory, and it made him feels young again. LOL. Okay, I was just crapping. BUT, i think he really liked playing with it because he actually went searching for lizard.&lt;br /&gt;-__________________- LAME LA YOU DAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still isolating myself..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still upset over what &lt;s&gt;cL&lt;/s&gt; he said..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-3615556882491642121?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/3615556882491642121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=3615556882491642121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3615556882491642121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3615556882491642121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/only-hope.html' title='Only hope.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8598303959993265658</id><published>2009-01-20T13:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:43:33.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeless-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>boredom + random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desmond will have so much to read. =p And why am I keep on mentioning him recently? &lt;em&gt;sia&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sui&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when I said I am isolating myself, I don't mean stop blogging. Come on, if I'm isolating myself and I'm not talking to anyone, I need to blog, no? Make sense right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my msn is working already. yay. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending so much on messages today. T_T&lt;br /&gt;I hope my phone bill won't be too expensive. I'm broke, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I am so bored now, yet, so occupied. Do you get what I mean? No, I don't think so. Alright, since I have time now, I'll try explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored because I am bored. I have nothing to do. I don't know what to do. Who wouldn't be bored if they were to avoid everyone? Sigh. I don't know how long more I can remain sane. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm occupied because I have incoming phone calls and messages nonstop. Busy busy. Well, this is my personal problem why am I receiving all these calls and messages. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought of something random- short forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you actually understand "GTG"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I know, GTG stands for got to go.&lt;br /&gt;But I remember a friend of mine saying "GTG" on msn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but he stayed for like, another half an hour plus minus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when we asked him, he said he meant &lt;strong&gt;going&lt;/strong&gt; to go. Wtf? Sweat.&lt;br /&gt;He even came up with his own short forms like GTS which stands for, going to sleep OR going to see (when he types GTS my brother). SWEAT!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he also created the short form AFAYC which means, as fast as you can. What the hell is wrong with this guy? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;GTG - going to go&lt;br /&gt;GTS - going to sleep/ going to see&lt;br /&gt;AFAYC - as fast as you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional:&lt;br /&gt;Rik - right&lt;br /&gt;(this is kay wai's short form which I only managed to figure out after a few nights.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8598303959993265658?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8598303959993265658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8598303959993265658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8598303959993265658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8598303959993265658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/boredom-random.html' title='boredom + random'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-6222676839653721563</id><published>2009-01-20T07:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:05:46.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woebegone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>shocked, thus speechless.</title><content type='html'>I am officially&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; isolating myself&lt;/span&gt; for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I just need time to think who are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I just need time to figure out who is the real bat.&lt;br /&gt;Is this bat a mammal, or a bird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blaming myself for today.&lt;br /&gt;I've told myself uncountable times not to trust anyone.&lt;br /&gt;But why didn't I listen to myself and put myself in another trap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so naive right now because I actually believed that there would be a turning point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;When I met my buddies in college, I thought they were my light bulbs in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;But I was WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond has the same issue with me- trusting people.&lt;br /&gt;But why can he overcome his problem and live on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not as cheerful as I seem on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;I long to let it out but I care too much to bring it up again.&lt;br /&gt;I long to let it out but I thought as time pass, memories fade.&lt;br /&gt;I long to let it out but I thought I would get better in time.&lt;br /&gt;So I chose to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame myself for whatever happened.&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault for not holding on and slipped into another chamber.&lt;br /&gt;A gruesome chamber of horror and nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I humiliating myself again?&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling inferior again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I came across this and thought of showing it off like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it IS nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293161493078171154" style="DISPLAY: block; 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I wish I could express my feelings here, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how to put them all in words. I guess you need to be in my shoes to understand what am I feeling now. I'm not disappointed, I'm not upset, I'm not angry. I'm just feeling.. lost, and empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, considering I'm number 8 and I didn't like all number 1 to number 7 until I opened up and think wisely. Just in case the coming number 9 doesn't like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; of me, I'm sorry in advance. For none of us know what's going to happen later in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll end this post here, because I'm not good with my words. I've told you I wilt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; love but you didn't believe. Now you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell down so hard that I can no longer stand up on my own. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've lost the ability to look on the bright side of life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-2769642942995435466?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/2769642942995435466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=2769642942995435466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2769642942995435466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2769642942995435466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-didnt-ask-for-it-to-be-over-but-then.html' title='it ends tonight'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-56395384315518076</id><published>2009-01-20T03:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:09:07.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woebegone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in high dudgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>Listening to myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;again, not everyone can understand this post. so you can stop reading now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;i just praised you, on how well you know how to use your words. now, i want to praise you again, on how smart you are using your brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;maybe i did say something which offended you. i sincerely apologise. but less than 5 minutes, you came up with something and chew me out for whatever happened just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;i regret for not listening to &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; advice and spend my time with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;i regret for not listening to &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; advice to use my own money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;i regret for not listening to &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; advice to keep my distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;and i hope &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; can understand and accept my apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;i regret for not coming home straight after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;i regret for having meals outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;i regret for acting like &lt;em&gt;stephanie&lt;/em&gt; at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;and i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;"can you not be so sarcastic?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;"i was born to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;even lyanna thinks so. right my dear lily? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;don't ask me stupid questions that i already answered you 6 months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;it's up to you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;situation 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;A: stop talking, please? i need to do my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;B: you want me to stop talking to you, then stop answering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;WTF? i was just &lt;strong&gt;informing&lt;/strong&gt; you to stop talking and you asked me to stop talking to you first?! then how am i suppose to let you know that i do not want you to talk? how are you suppose to know that i want you to keep quiet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(of course this is not the real situation. i changed it, but the idea is there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;i'll give an example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;situation 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;A: *quiet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;B: *talks talks talks talks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;A: *still quiet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;B: *continue talking* *talks talks talks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;A: *no reply*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;B: so you're not talking to me already? *shows emo faces* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;B: do you hate me that much? *shows more &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; emo faces*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;B: if you really hate me this much, you could have told me earlier you know. *looks at the ground* you have fun then. bye. *more emo and pitiful faces*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;see, people? of course situation 1 is waaaayyyy better than situation 2. at least i let you know that i need you to keep quiet. but not just stop talking to you in order to make you stop talking, like what you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;well, you cant change human nature. when something happens, you would say a lot of you-should-have theories. but when it really happens, you would think otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;example 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;you come home early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;parent: (with anger) where the #$%!?@ did you go last night?! why didn't you come home?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;you: i slept over my friend's house. i didn't let you know because i know you don't like it and you wouldn't allow me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;parent: (with more anger) let me know next time! i would surely say yes if you asked me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;but when you do ask them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;you: i'm going over to my friend's house and i'm gonna overnight there. is it okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;parent: no! are you homeless now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;you: *sad face* why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;parent: i warn you, you'll be in great trouble if you break the curfew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;sigh. human..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;"i don't want things to change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;but you've already changed everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;will this be the beginning of the end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry desmond that this post is not giving you any "inspiration"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-56395384315518076?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/56395384315518076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=56395384315518076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/56395384315518076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/56395384315518076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/listening-to-myself.html' title='Listening to myself.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-7418601063791762848</id><published>2009-01-19T18:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:11:19.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>pure and simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've just changed a new layout for my blog. =) i actually think that it's kinda ugly. anyway.. my brother says that black brings me bad luck this year (as if i care) =.= so yea, got rid of the black background, and chose light grey with some greenish font. the simpler, the better. (righttt) oh, and, i need a new header!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ gor, i hope you're reading this. i need a header. /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my readership is decreasing. yes, i know. =p i wish i can blog like eujin or lexandl. damn. they know how to use their words well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone line got barred wtf. i thought i paid my bill. -____- some more my msn got problem wtf. i didn't touch my phone for more than 12 hours, which is quite amazing. because i have my laptop to keep me company. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some facts that i found out today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sunsilk hair shampoo actually has some glittery shinny colour if you look closely. LOL. sorry &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, i seldom use sunsilk. &lt;em&gt;jakun&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;skit&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can actually live without my phone IF i have some other gadgets. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im not really good at mixing and matching colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am anti-social sometimes. -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;brother &lt;em&gt;ajak&lt;/em&gt; me shopping just now. but he was lying down on the bed while asking me to get ready. so i asked him, you're going to sleep already, by the time i get ready, you would've fallen asleep &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. he insisted that he wouldn't and asked me to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, i entered his room again and to no surprise, he's fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i think is a good thing. because when he said shopping, he meant going to klcc converse to buy a pair of bloody hell expensive school shoes for his final year, and i strongly object to his thought and idea of buying such expensive shoes for, urm, less than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's something i want to share with you guys&lt;br /&gt;(only smart people can understand this. rightttt. just kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: why do men like smart women?&lt;br /&gt;A: opposite attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you get the joke? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is really simple, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but we insist on making it complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-7418601063791762848?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/7418601063791762848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=7418601063791762848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7418601063791762848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7418601063791762848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-just-changed-new-layout-for-my-blog.html' title='pure and simple'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-4761826067840278771</id><published>2009-01-18T20:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:45:04.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeless-ness'/><title type='text'>hair cut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wasn't, and I'm not in the mood for photos. But to maintain my readership level, I took some photos of myself. AND, that &lt;s&gt;annoying&lt;/s&gt; Lexandl couldn't stop bugging me to update my blog. So yea, here's some photos after my hair cut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Comments please. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people, my photos are so ugly, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as usual&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SXMiOXVolBI/AAAAAAAAASg/bFiwXEw7dnE/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292611617268732946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SXMiOXVolBI/AAAAAAAAASg/bFiwXEw7dnE/s320/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is really terrible. I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SXMiOPo6RlI/AAAAAAAAASY/KT3opo30hw4/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292611615202100818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SXMiOPo6RlI/AAAAAAAAASY/KT3opo30hw4/s320/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is worse. -______-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SXMiNo7oCxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_bCbxczNXwM/s1600-h/DSC00510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292611604811614994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SXMiNo7oCxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_bCbxczNXwM/s320/DSC00510.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is o-kay. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, what do you think? Not bad eh? I got bored over my &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not so long&lt;/span&gt; long hair. And I thought that my sister's short hair is actually quite nice. So yea. =D&lt;/div&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;&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;div align="left"&gt;Just kidding! =p I didn't go for any hair cut. But seriously, what do you think of me with short hair? Haha. It's 2009. According to all the famous stylists, 2009's hair styles are glamorous long and short bob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My hair is not long nor glamorous. What about a short bob? =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Comments and suggestions, please. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I went down for dinner just now and asked my mum the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Mummy! short hair not bad &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My siblings just stared at me and my elder sister opened her mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Elaine, very &lt;em&gt;'dog'&lt;/em&gt; lo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-____- Whether or not she was kidding, it is still an insult. That's so her. Anyway, of course I wouldn't just keep quiet. I answered her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Like that only can be like Cash &lt;em&gt;ma&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She kept quiet on the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i just put myself at a level as low as a dog. -_______-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Who says Cash is a dog?!?!" - We scold this whenever someone says that Cash is a dog. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash: woof~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay.. That was lame.. -____-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-4761826067840278771?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4761826067840278771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=4761826067840278771' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4761826067840278771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4761826067840278771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/hair-cut.html' title='hair cut!'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SXMiOXVolBI/AAAAAAAAASg/bFiwXEw7dnE/s72-c/DSC00508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-5545955019446644464</id><published>2009-01-17T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:45:38.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>5 in the evening</title><content type='html'>I've been really active lately huh. Desmond must &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; me so much now. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I didn't do much things today. Sigh. I just cleaned my room yesterday, and it is messy again now. And.. I just remembered something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we were all cleaning our own room. When i said we, i meant, my mother and my sisters. I was cleaning my room and I got fed up and tired and went down to my mother's room. I complaint to my mother, mummy ar, it's really tiring to clean up the room. =( And she just stared back at me, and i continued, let's move again. =D Sister overheard the conversation and came into the room and said, yea lo mummy, I thought of that also. It's really hard to clean the room like that. Let's move. Finally, my mother spoke. "You all so rich, you buy a house la. Inform me when i can move in." -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. Here's something worse. But I think most of you won't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this guy has my blog link so I don't think I should &lt;strong&gt;express&lt;/strong&gt; my feelings just like that. Let's name him..Peter. Since I don't have any friend named Peter, I guess it's safe to use this name. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start my story now.. My sister and I were playing Isketch the other day. We took turns to play. And my friend (let's call him &lt;em&gt;Max&lt;/em&gt;) was in the same game too, but my sister didn't know that. So she thought that this guy/girl was really friendly and nice and wanted his/her email address. But i was playing that game at the moment, so she asked me to ask for his/her email address. I didn't want my sister to know that the guy is actually my friend, &lt;em&gt;Max&lt;/em&gt;. So I pretended that I don't know him and asked for &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; email address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;Max&lt;/em&gt; replied. He/ She gave my sister an email address which isn't his/ her email. It was &lt;em&gt;Peter's&lt;/em&gt;. Wtf. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my sister added him/ her on msn later. And they chatted and got to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went down just now, my sister said to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elaine! You remember the guy that you asked for his email? He's your friend! &lt;em&gt;Peter&lt;/em&gt;. =D You guys are in the same course! &lt;em&gt;He's&lt;/em&gt; your classmate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. It's my fault for asking for that feller's email and not telling my sister that he's my friend. But you do not know my sister! If i told her that i know that feller, drama starts. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because my sister knows him in person. &lt;/span&gt;So obviously I don't want her to find out! But it was also my sister's fault okay. What's wrong with her asking strangers for contact? And it was also &lt;em&gt;Max's&lt;/em&gt; fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: &lt;em&gt;Max&lt;/em&gt; is a guy. But i used "he/ she" because he was using a girl's name in that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put that aside. Now I have something else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peter&lt;/em&gt; added my another sister on friendster. -_____- What the hell is wrong with him adding people nonstop on friendster? Stupid masochistic phycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Max&lt;/em&gt;: Now he knows all 3 sisters! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish you la! -________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-5545955019446644464?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/5545955019446644464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=5545955019446644464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/5545955019446644464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/5545955019446644464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-in-evening.html' title='5 in the evening'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8388351457985107587</id><published>2009-01-16T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:46:02.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeless-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>lolipop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SXBxiYEiZ0I/AAAAAAAAASI/cY3eLh172EQ/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291854397551306562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SXBxiYEiZ0I/AAAAAAAAASI/cY3eLh172EQ/s320/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazingly, my sister bought me a birthday present. Well, it wasn't my birthday. But it's my 2008's birthday present, but she only gave it to me yesterday. -____- saying it's my 2008's birthday + christmas + new year present. swt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8388351457985107587?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8388351457985107587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8388351457985107587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8388351457985107587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8388351457985107587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/lolipop.html' title='lolipop.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SXBxiYEiZ0I/AAAAAAAAASI/cY3eLh172EQ/s72-c/DSC00505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-2607191331093538599</id><published>2009-01-15T20:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:49:57.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>it was her birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's start off today's post with what happened this morning. I told my mother i have 2 papers today; Macroeconomics and BM, and they're supposed to be 9 to 11 and 2 to 4. Roughly 7 in the morning today, my mum woke me up and asked, so who are you following today? (she meant, following my sister's car to school or my father's for breakfast then the train station.) I answered, never mind &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; mummy, I don't want to go. (I think) she thought that I was dream-talking, and she asked again, what? Don't want to go where? I was like, &lt;em&gt;wtf&lt;/em&gt;? Haha. So I answered, school? I don't want to go. Since I'm going to withdraw, what's the point going? She then kept quiet for while and said, okay, then don't go &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For some reason, I can't stop thinking about Penang today. I don't know why. I believe everyone (okay, not EVERYONE, but everyone who is going) can't stop thinking about Penang too. Don't believe me? Look at Desmen's personal message. Haha. Anyway, I'm really looking forward to going to Penang. But i don't have a partner. -___- Ruby will always be with Justin; well, understandable. Desmen offered me Kay Wai. Saying that, since I'm gonna withdraw, he will sacrifice and "give" Kay Wai to me. I can sit with him in the bus and have him with me for the whole journey. Desmond, I tell you, you're torturing me like that. It's okay &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. You can have Kay Wai for yourself. I rather not have anyone than having to be with Kay Wai. JUST KIDDING. Chill.. If only I knew how to swim. Sigh.. I really hope that I can swim. And I blame my father for this! Hmph. Oh well, I guess I'll just stay on the beach with Kay Wai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mother cooked beggar chicken for dinner today. Just in case you don't know what's a beggar chicken, it's a whole chicken stuffed with vege and meat. Anyway, my mother stuffed it with some herbs, vege, pork and chinese sausage. And that was when i started my lame joke again. =.= I said to my brother, gor &lt;em&gt;ar&lt;/em&gt;, if you wanna give a beggar a beggar chicken, make sure they're not muslim. Mummy's beggar chicken is &lt;em&gt;non&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;halal&lt;/em&gt;. SWT! Okay, I know it's reaaaaally lame. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess what? I haven't showered. Gotta go now. ttfn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: I talked to Jocelyn today. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;more important p/s: Too bad I promised Desmen that I'm not going to post it here. It's really funny okay. *highway* XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;elaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-2607191331093538599?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/2607191331093538599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=2607191331093538599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2607191331093538599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2607191331093538599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-was-her-birthday.html' title='it was her birthday.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-4517242870332329116</id><published>2009-01-14T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:54:00.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>I turn to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;I. Put your iTunes/any other players on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;II. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;III. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY", YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;I'll make love to you – Boyz II Men [wtf. -___-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Hollaback girl – Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Last thing on my mind – LeAnn Rimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Chasing cars – Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Taking chances – Celion Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Together – Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Written in the stars – LeAnn Rimes [=( why not westlife?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Go the distance – Lucas Grabeel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qian yan wan yu&lt;/em&gt; – Teresa Teng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Knockin' on heaven's door – Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Beat of my heart – Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Sleeping child – Michael Learns to Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Start all over – Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;A mind of its own – Victoria Beckham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Take a chance on me – Julie Walters &amp;amp; Stellan Skarsgard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Material girl – Haylie Duff &amp;amp; Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;My baby – Britney Spears -______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;What I've done – Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Nothing in this world – Paris Hilton [LOL.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;(die like a) Hero – Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Over it – Katharine McPhee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;When you tell me you love me - Westlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yu yan&lt;/em&gt; (fable) – Angela Zhang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;I turn to you – All-4-ONe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those listed below are the people I humbly tag ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#d99594;"&gt;~ Desmond Pang Hon Pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-4517242870332329116?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4517242870332329116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=4517242870332329116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4517242870332329116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4517242870332329116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-turn-to-you.html' title='I turn to you.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-3570297523944167322</id><published>2009-01-11T23:17:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:58:04.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>a proper post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;never thought that i would start off my 2009's blog by posting about some unimportant people. and never thought that my first 2 posts in 2009 would be something sarcastic and "full of bones". lol. what a disgrace to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. exam is on wednesday. and look what am i doing. i'm totally chill here. feel like skipping exams. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;here's some random things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a 3 participants conversation on msn. and look at all these "mempersiasuikan punye orang" i met in college..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ky - elaine - StUpId.ÐëSmOŋÐ pAŋG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ky: today is my last day at Kino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;elaine: why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Desmond: y??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;elaine: fired ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ky: i mean for this month la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;elaine: chiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Desmond: zhadou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Desmond: elaine kill him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Desmond: i support u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;elaine: *STAB!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ky: ouch~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;elaine: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ky: died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-_____- LAME LA YOU KY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;mother was cleaning the house for chinese new year and found my standard 3 computer book. so, she flipped through my book and found a page with a stamp which says "parent's signature". and she said to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"laine, teacher asked for parent's signature, you didn't let me sign ar.." then i went over and took my book, and she continued,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all wrong some more.." later i said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where got all wrong. only 3 wrong and 5 correct. *proud*" then my mum said, confidently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all wrong. only 1 correct." and she grabbed my book, and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no, not this page. oh, so this page also need parent's signature and you didn't show me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i immediately gave her a "SWEAT!" face. i was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she flipped my book again to look for the supposedly all-wrong page, but she found more parent's-signature pages. =.= then she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so every exercise needs parent's signature but you never showed me your book?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother overheard the whole conversation and he couldn't stop laughing. i just left and went up to my room. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;elaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-3570297523944167322?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/3570297523944167322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=3570297523944167322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3570297523944167322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3570297523944167322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/proper-post.html' title='a proper post.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-806841975946660460</id><published>2009-01-11T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:26:25.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in high dudgeon'/><title type='text'>additional information</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miss Chin asked me, so how do feel after seeing only 2 persons raised up the hand just now? pissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I am not pissed. In fact, I'm glad. Thank to this incident, I know that I still have friends that care for me. At least 2 persons raised up the hand. But not zero. I should be glad because I'm not as pathetic as some people. I AM glad that I have 2 friends out of 11 committee members. It's a sad amount. I know. But look at the bright side, I have 2 out of 11, but not zero. Maybe someone would've gotten zero. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think that everyone hates you, stop complaining and reporting like a kid. Think. Why do people hate you. Is it your attitude? Or is it your behaviour? LOOK AT THE MIRROR AND FIND OUT YOUR PROBLEMS AND WEAKNESSES AND FLAWS BEFORE YOU GO AND BLAIM OTHERS. Before you change the world, change yourself. If you wish to change others, change yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from,&lt;br /&gt;elaine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-806841975946660460?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/806841975946660460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=806841975946660460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/806841975946660460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/806841975946660460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/additional-information.html' title='additional information'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-4704098521272527051</id><published>2009-01-08T16:29:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:27:04.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in high dudgeon'/><title type='text'>drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Loads of drama today. Well, it was more complicated than what I thought. But at least I was ready. Thank you, justin, for calling me and got me mentally prepared for today. Thank you, desmen, for supporting me. Also, thanks kay wai, for encouraging me to be rational. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how did "someone" start this crap. I don't know how "someone" brainwashed miss chin. I don't know how "someone" did so many things behind us. I don't know how "someone" even came up with that kinda story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I'm about to rant and rave about "someone" (which I don't know who!) and something. If you think that you can handle it, go on and read my blog. But if &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; thinks that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; can't handle the stress caused by a gang of people because they boycott &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. Or the stress that caused by &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; family financial status. Stop right here and press alt + f4. If &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; choose to continue and challenge &lt;em&gt;yourself&lt;/em&gt; to bear with these things, well, all I can tell &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are, I seriously, strongly encourage &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; to stop reading this because I personally think that there's no way you can take this as this post may be full of insults. And I don't hope Miss Chin will ask me to stay back to talk to me again about something that make no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In layman's terms, stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who told Miss Chin that I quarrelled with Chin Lek, that's why I tore his things off the notice board. Which is totally UNTRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why? Why did i tear off his supposedly "hard work"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Elaine Chin, hereby tell the world proudly and loudly, I tore his things off the notice board because I think that the notice board is TOTALLY a pile of dung. A piece of shit. A load of rubbish. A DISASTER! Most of all, "SOME" of the committee members think that it's ugly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; is so &lt;em&gt;kecil&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hati &lt;/em&gt;and took things too seriously. He reported to teacher (like a dog) and accuses me of ABUSING the notice board. But i seriously don't think that it's a big deal changing the display/ layout of something. Oh well, whatever happened, happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Miss Chin thinks that I quarrelled with Chin Lek, and Chin Lek says it all. I don't think I want to explain myself. I still live on the quote, "don't explain yourself, friends don't need it, enemies don't believe it". And there's also a chinese phrase, 清者自清 or however you write it. =p Believe whatever you choose to believe. If you know you are not going to trust what i say, please save my time and energy, as well as yours, and just keep your mouth shut. This applies in my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just curious, who can be so close to us and know almost everything between us, yet, so close to Miss Chin and let her know everything. Well, whoever did it, you should know it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe "someone" is still seeing Miss Chin and updates her with latest news. For those who will be with this "someone" for the rest of the diploma year, good luck and be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if Miss Chin wanna merge the noble editorial captain with the hateful information captain, I'm willing to resign and proudly hand the golden key to Mr. Woo Chin Lek. And here's a message from me, after I withdraw, I hope Chin Lek will take over my position. I don't mind if he wants to re-do my work. He has my permission. BUT desmen &lt;em&gt;sayangs&lt;/em&gt; me. He said that he will not let anyone spoil my thing. Aww~ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that "someone" and &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; in the post are 2 different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;elaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-4704098521272527051?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4704098521272527051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=4704098521272527051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4704098521272527051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4704098521272527051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/drama.html' title='drama'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-865819034133985008</id><published>2008-12-28T18:33:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:27:33.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>that's why i love them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;elaine: nowadays very boring leh.. nothing to blog about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;desmen: blog about me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;because of this, desmen came up with the idea of posting about people we know. talking about them, their characteristics, attitudes and so on. i shall start with desmond..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desmen is the loudest person in dhr, excluding kay wai of course. put them together, and it'll be hell noisy. if you were to put them with ruby, then you're dead it's indescribable. when they're together, you can't possibly think of anything at all due to the noise pollution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, seriously. desmond likes blue. that's why i'm using blue? haha. nah.. just coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desmen is a nice guy to be with. he doesn't mind showing his underwear to people. he is kind of..universal. haha. when it comes to kay wai's lame joke, he entertains him. when it's ruby's laughter, he can laugh like her.when it comes to arguments, he can argue with me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have the same likes and dislikes. both desmen and i love salmon and octopus. we both like to eat siu mai, and curry wantan mee. and we high five whenever we find out another similarity. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kay wai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our assistant course rep. he loves telling lame jokes, and loves listening to lame jokes. ruby's best laughing partner. haha. he also likes imitating our tutors and lecturers. he can really make the class laugh. actually, he's capable of imitating anyone. he accepts others' opinions and doesn't mind sharing his own experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay wai is also a nice guy to talk to. you can talk to him about anything and everything. he doesn't even mind the topic "kay wai is so gay". haha. we talked about that a few times already. with him. how often do you find a guy as nice and as open as kay wai? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though kay wai is really 38 most of the time, he's serious when it comes to study. i've been in a same group with him before. he's serious and fast when we're doing assignment. last but not least, he's VERY good in econs. "noisiest in class, also the best in class", says mr kok. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chee loon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chee loon is one of the smartest. everyone thinks that he is very hard-working because he finishes all his works before entering class, and he's good in study. so everyone assumes that he reads everyday. but no. here's his secret. he only finishes up his homework on tuesday mornings. he doesn't do revision everyday, but he remembers everything when he's doing his work. from here, you can tell that he lives with the quote, study smart but not study hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he works in juice works as a part-timer. i always get free drinks when i visit him in mid valley, sometimes the gardens. as you can see, he's filial as he earns his own pocket money and doesn't ask for allowance from parents. he's also a "full time lecturer". he gives lecture to whoever that skips class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lexandl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is the only pure banana in dhr, i think. he only speaks english at home- this explain why is his english damn fluent. i like the way he speaks chinese. in fact, everyone likes it. even bi ying thinks that he sounds cute when he speaks chinese. here comes the question, why is it funny? because even when he's speaking chinese, he has the english slang. haha. since semester 1, till now, he still can't pronounce "chou jing" properly. his favourite chinese line will be.. "e xin de xing xing, kai xing dao chou jing". &lt;em&gt;direct translation: disgusting gorilla, happy until cramp. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether i should say that he's emo or cool. i personal think that he's emo. but suat wen and teik wei think that he's cool. =.= even evon and desmen think that his hair is nice. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy go lucky. a confident speaker. he can really talk in front of the class. and madam jeya seems to like talking to him and asking him questions. most of all, he "hangs name"! he has a girlfriend who loves lame jokes, too. allergic to perfumes. we were playing with perfume the other day, and kim fong applied it on his neck. justin just couldn't stop complaining about the scent and he even wet a tissue to wipe it off. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justin loves history. that's why he scored A for sejarah in spm, and presented on world war in front of the class, and wrote about war when teacher asked us to write an introduction on a topic of our choice. justin is also friendly just like ruby. you can tell from the way they talk and act. justin was the first one to talk to me in dhr, and also desmen. they made me sit in between them in every class so that i wouldn't feel left out or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chin kang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first friend from sarawak. he doesn't know how to speak cantonese, only speaks chinese. while kim fong only speaks chinese, but not cantonese. but sometimes i get mixed up and start talking to him in cantonese, later he replies me in chinese then only i remember that he only speaks chinese. swt. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his favourite words are "yi liu.." and "ma de". haha. he's also very good in accounts and add math. he also loves to sing k. you can ask desmen about this. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i remembered something. we were supposed to discuss HE, so he brought his laptop. he brought his laptop, but didn't bring battery. =.= he doesn't know how to use a touch pad, but he didnt bring a mouse. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kim fong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say that he likes to sleep a lot because he skips classes to sleep. but i dont think so because, he only sleeps until afternoon because he plays dota until after midnight and goes to bed in the morning, of course cant wake up for class la. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim fong loves to play dota- you can ask chee loon about this. chee loon is his roommate, and he said that kim fong plays dota everyday. when he's ready to bed, kim fong's still awake. lol. and i think that his voice is &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;soft&lt;/span&gt;. lol. as a guy, his voice is really soft lo. and he talks quite slow, maybe it's because he's still half asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soo cheng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our course rep. i think she likes to swim. she joins swimming and swims almost every week with desmen. due to swimming, she's dark now. lol. her favourite line is, "eih, serious la..". kay wai likes to make fun of her with this. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;soo cheng is very fierce at times. =p dont believe? try talking to her. if she's in a not-so-good mood, wahahaha, good luck, pal. she's very quiet. when the whole gang is talking, she'll just keep quiet in a corner. when we mention her name, she'll ask, what? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ruby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justin's girlfriend. though she's from other course, she loves to mix with us. we're closer with her(from other course) compared to people in our class. same as kay wai, loves lame jokes and loves laughing. she can laugh nonstop! we all went steamboat the other day. after eating, they started telling lame jokes. ruby laughed so loud that people sitting outside also looked in. lol. even louder than kay wai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ruby is very outgoing. always ask us to go to karaoke. but i am broke. T.T i heard that she can sing very well. i didnt join because i dont like singing. but ell of them say that her voice is very sweet. oh, and she loves singing. i heard that she didnt care about her sore throat and just went on singing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;all the people mentioned above are my friends in college. they are a part of my life now. through this post(include desmen's and kay wai's), i know more about them. thank you for being a part of my life, a part of me. thank you for correcting my mistakes and make me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;elaine &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-865819034133985008?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/865819034133985008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=865819034133985008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/865819034133985008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/865819034133985008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/12/desmen-elaine-nowadays-very-boring-leh.html' title='that&apos;s why i love them'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-4482372952216468387</id><published>2008-12-27T18:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:30:54.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><title type='text'>christmas day</title><content type='html'>Christmas! I honestly don't know what to write. Considering how everything has to be kept subtle, it's just so hard. Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The plan today was to go to pavilion and celebrate christmas. I got ready at 1 something today, and waited for my ride at 2. It was christmas, to no surprise, I got my best friend, my bitch, lily, a christmas present. I went to her house, after posting the christmas cards my brother asked me to. It's been so long since I last been to her house, I could hardly remember which house is hers! Lol. Anyway, I &lt;u&gt;wasn't&lt;/u&gt; told, but apparently I looked cute when I tipped my toes to pass lily her present. Because her gate was really high up, so I had to tip my toes to pass her her present. (you still owe me one! =p) She wanted to let me into her house, but I'm sorry I had to turn you down, I was headed to pavilion. Maybe next time, k bitch? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bukit Bintang is SO jammed! Okay, I shouldn't act so surprised. Let me rephrase that, bukit bintang is so jammed. Anyway, it took about an hour to get to pavilion's car park from bukit bintang. That's terrible! Anyway, I forgot to take pictures of the food at Zen! So I'm sorry this post wil seem so.. normal? But yeah, the food was okay. I remember eating their Irish Lamb Stew for the first time at Secret Recipe. Back then, it was only RM20.50. Soon after, it increased to RM21. Guess the price now! =p It has increased to RM25! -__- Anyway, I ordered their Mushroom soup and also their fried chicken chop noodle or something like that. The cake was supposed to come first, but they took so long to bring it to the table, despite reminding them about the order. Eventually, EVERYTHING came one shot. Which was even more -__- than the price increased. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh before I go on about my celebration, my mother wanted to order a Wii for us. Us = my siblings and I. She wanted to surprise us. But here's what happened. My brother was on the phone with me, I was upstairs while he was downstairs. Yes, in my house we always do that to reach someone else. We'll call their handphone using the house phone. =p My brother called me using the house phone, and was looking through the drawer at the place where the house phone is. He found this order slip, apparently my mother ordered us a Wii. (man I hope you people know what's a Wii. =p) However, the Wii she got for us is the Japanese version or something. So the language will be in Japanese and we can only play selected games. My brother then told my mother about it, so she cancelled the order. It's like watching the Wii slip away.. but it's okay. I'll always have a &lt;strong&gt;Playstation 3&lt;/strong&gt;! =D (shut up lexandl, I know what you're gonna say.)&lt;/p&gt;Anyway, MOF still has good desserts! =) this is their kochiki kinjako. Okay, I'm only kidding. As if I'll remember the name of their dessert when I don't even remember the name of my octopus in Sushi King. =p This time, I remembered to snap pictures. Take a look at their unbelievably huge waffle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284759814360304962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SVc9DSI0jUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3t-k1BEcvPA/s320/LGIM0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;strawberry flavoured waffle.&lt;br /&gt;(the fork or whatever you call it, is useless btw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284760318875746546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SVc9gpmrQPI/AAAAAAAAASA/RR7eHiBF_lI/s320/LGIM0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After walking around a rather crowded pavilion, and having to witness the existance of those known as 'lala' in pavilion, (YES! you heard me. Lala IN pavilion. something doesn't seem right. haha.) It was time to go home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;How was my christmas celebration? I have to think it over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;elaine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-4482372952216468387?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4482372952216468387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=4482372952216468387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4482372952216468387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4482372952216468387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title='christmas day'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SVc9DSI0jUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3t-k1BEcvPA/s72-c/LGIM0121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-4547647968953615160</id><published>2008-12-27T17:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:32:27.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><title type='text'>on the eve of christmas.</title><content type='html'>The sun rose for the 359th time on today. It was christmas eve. A thing I realized about christmas eve is that, only singles attend school on christmas eve. (those NOT in a relationship.) Trust me, it's a proven theory. That is why mun tat wasn't there, because he has a girlfriend. Justin was absent as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up today at 9, I was late. Luckily for me, I had an elder sister to send me to school. Well, only because she had classes as well. Anyway, I got to school on time. I needed to meet my prince charming. (ps : I'm NOT talking about lexandl) Prince charming didn't attend school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was christmas eve, christmas is all about giving and NOT receiving. Which is why I brought candy canes for a few of my friends. I wanted to bring for the whole class, but I didn't have that many. You can blame it on Cold Storage for not having their mini candy canes for sale on time. They have this promotional pack, 60 mini candy canes on sale. However, when I went to buy, they didn't have it yet. So I couldn't get enough for everyone. Bescy was into the christmas spirit as well, she brought home made chocolates for the class to eat. (ps : mun tat attended english. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't offer Lexandl any candy cane because he said he doesn't like peppermint. But i gave him a candy cane to pass to Chun Lim. BUT, he opened it and ATE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Chun Lim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By any chance, if you're reading this, however you stumble upon my blog, IF you're reading this, claim your candy cane from Lexandl! Scold him, slap him, whack him, for eating your christmas candy from me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry about the lrt thing (whatever it is). I don't remember seeing you in a train. Lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (dhr) started the day off with english tutorial of course. After english tutorial, the Human Resource Management Society's committee members had a meeting among ourselves in the library. We got ourselves a discussion room of course. I also did a survey on the library's services and more. I left a comment stating that the librarians should be more polite or something like that. Can't remember. Anyway, during the meeting we discussed about a few stuff. Stuff like fund raising for the society, miss chin doesn't want us to sell food and drinks. So we have to think of something else. We're also planning to have a trip to somewhere, and finally we've also discussed about the society tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the meeting ended, we headed over to macroeconomics tutorial. It was a waste of an hour, we only sat in the class and talked. Lucky dlm students, they had the most relaxing replacement class ever. Anyway, mr kok gave our coursework 2 back today. He also gave me a make good test to be taken home. Immediately after econs tutorial, there was qs tutorial. I handed in my corrections for my coursework 2 at the end of the lesson. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An hour after qs tutorial is qs lecture, but I only had 30 minutes to rest because I had to hand in my corrections. Anyway, the subject is so tough. Furthermore it was so cold! I already had a sweater on, and I still asked for desmen's sweater. So I was wearing 3 layers! On top of all that, I was really sleepy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, is definitely a day to remember something by. As I didn't like the way everything was once school ended. It was horrible. =( Plus, it's definitely not my ideal christmas eve because I didn't receive any presents on christmas eve. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;elaine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-4547647968953615160?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4547647968953615160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=4547647968953615160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4547647968953615160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4547647968953615160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='on the eve of christmas.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8070804953408145670</id><published>2008-12-26T16:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:33:28.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>meeting lily.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have so much to blog, but i don't know how to write them in word and, i was really busy. i shall start with last friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friday (19 dec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up and get ready because i was going to meet lyanna. i walked to the bus stop further down because it's easier to get a cab there. well, how easy can it be. it was a friday afternoon. =.= right at the moment i stopped walking, a few malay girl started to try selling me "ice-cream" and keropok. "&lt;em&gt;kak, beli la.&lt;/em&gt;" "&lt;em&gt;20 sen je..&lt;/em&gt;" "&lt;em&gt;beli la..&lt;/em&gt;" a bit annoying lo. lol. and one of them even spoke to me in chinese. because of them, i missed 2 cabs. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was late (we were supposed to meet at 2). we exchanged our birthday presents and candy canes. lol. now that i already gave lily her present, and she knows what i bought, let me say it out loud, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i hope she won't give it to her boyfriend as anniversary present!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; just kidding. chill. and thank you lily for the teddy. now there's another thing to sleep on my bed, causing me to have less space. haha. anyway, she said this as she gave me my present..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lily: here, your present. i just got it wrapped because i didn't wrap it. but don't worry, i didnt buy your TEDDY just now.&lt;br /&gt;elaine: oh, so you bought me a teddy?&lt;br /&gt;lily: -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME LA YOU LYANNA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284711679258380866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SVcRRc6NykI/AAAAAAAAARw/G3kRld1sIOg/s320/DSC00489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this is the teddy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went for lunch and shopping/ window shopping for christmas presents for guys. oh, i have something to talk about lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- she has a LV handbag. (and dont worry lily, i wont tell the world about the additional fact of your lv bag. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;- she has a new D&amp;amp;G watch.&lt;br /&gt;- she has a juicy couture purse.&lt;br /&gt;- she has a debit credit card.&lt;br /&gt;- she paid for my sushi king. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;- she has an iphone, and going to change a new phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284711670788427202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SVcRQ9W0jcI/AAAAAAAAARg/lFTsEkqzngc/s320/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;lily is gonna get mad because i didnt send her this photo. =p&lt;br /&gt;just use the one with half of your face la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she needed to go home in the evening because she was going to port dickson. after i put her in the cab, i walked around in klcc for a while more. oh wait, wait. WAIT. i sat on the bench outside nippon tei for a while. and i suddenly sniffed something. smelly like hell i tell you. it was from a guy. i bet he didnt shower for months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284711670456090738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SVcRQ8HlgHI/AAAAAAAAARo/mEjzvgdf9hM/s320/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is the guy that stinks like hell. =S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and guess what, i saw mun tat! in case you're wondering, mun tat is the cute guy from drm. tam mun tat. [see lexandl? i know his name. he's cute.] he was with his girlfriend, i think. well, there was a girl next to him, holding hands if i'm not wrong. so i assumed that she's mun tat's girlfriend? but i looked away after a second, because i didn't want him to catch me looking at him. later he perasan and thinks that i'm so into him, how? lol. whatever. i just didn't want him to see me looking at him. because it would be.. awkward? say hi or don't say hi? smile or not smile? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i went shopping for lily's christmas present since christmas was just a week away. went into the body shop and thought of buying the christmas pack - 2 shower gels/ 1 shower gel + lotion with a shower sponge. i was looking at the cranberry ones, and the promoter showed me another one - aqua lily. cranberry is nice, but i bought aqua lily because it's nicer, and it's aqua LILY. haha. lexandl paid half for that present too because i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can remember..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8070804953408145670?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8070804953408145670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8070804953408145670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8070804953408145670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8070804953408145670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-so-much-to-blog-but-i-dont-know.html' title='meeting lily.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SVcRRc6NykI/AAAAAAAAARw/G3kRld1sIOg/s72-c/DSC00489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-6996271311114035581</id><published>2008-12-22T03:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:40:03.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>My sister's exams just ended about a week ago, and now, her second semester has begun already. Usually her class will have semester break trips, but this time they can't. Anyway, I followed her to college today. This way I dont have to take the public transport, but her class is at 8 and my class is only at 9. Meaning, I have to wait for a whole hour until my class starts. Which is good in a way, because I can do my homework then. Today, I did BM and copied BISA tutorial 5. Finished just in time for tutorial class. I'm so elaine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tutorial class, we went for break. soo cheng, desmen, kim fong, chin kang, kay wai, lexandl and I. I ate chu cheong fun with 3 fishballs and 2 taiwan sausages. I think that it's the only 'okay-to-eat' food in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time ran out, as it was only an hour break. We left the canteen to go to dkz for our foa coursework. dhr came in early, so we were all seated already. Meanwhile, the other courses were still entering the hall and everything. Michelle Tan actually said "look at dhr. so good, they are the best. I think next time I should buy sweets for them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a 30 minutes break after our foa lecture. After english class, lexandl stayed back and talked to madam jeya. It is safe to say that, actually he was forced to stay back and talk to her. As I was waiting for him to finish talking to madam jeya, chin lek was waiting too. chin lek and I talked as we waited for lexandl to finish talking to madam jeya. He also said that he will offer us a ride to the station, and he did. thank you chin lek.&lt;/p&gt;Here's the highligh of the day. Which I think it'll break my heart when the time comes. CASH IS LEAVING US NEXT YEAR! He has been in the family for so long, and now he will be leaving. I've always known that he will leave us one day, but not like this. Anyway, he is leaving us next year in october. OCTOBER! That's my birthday month! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-6996271311114035581?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/6996271311114035581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=6996271311114035581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6996271311114035581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6996271311114035581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/12/thursday.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-2711850718190831373</id><published>2008-12-20T04:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:40:38.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Our first class today was English. Because of macroeconomics coursework later, Lexandl didn't want to enter English class and planned to go to the library to study. I was 5 minutes late for class for some reason. I sat in between Jolin and Vanna. They were having the summary test which they've missed the other day. And Vanna suddenly move the paper to me and asked me how to do. I stared at her for a second, then the teacher, and started teaching her and telling her what to write. Jolin saw me teaching Vanna, and then she asked me too. =.= I was teaching her half way and teacher suddenly said, "leeshan, don't sit with them. They're having test. Come, sit in front." So I moved to the front, next to Steven. Then she asked me, "where is Lexandl?" well, he told me he wasn't entering the class, so I told teacher that he's not coming. She asked why, and I said I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Later she started talking about robots and technology. And she asked who has a ps3. Thank God Lexandl wasn't there or he would go like, teacher, lee shan has one! Lol. Forget it. Anyway, Lexandl suddenly entered the class. And he told me that Mun Tat saw him near the toilet just now, so Mun Tat knew that he was already in school, just that he didn't enter class. Then I told him that teacher asked about him and I said I don't know. So, dear readers, if you were Mun Tat, you would probably think that we had a fight and Lexandl didn't want to enter the class because of that? Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;After English lesson, I went to Ms Chin's office for an interview. But she was busy and asked me to go back at 1230. Anyway, she asked me why I skipped classes because I might get barred. And she talked a lot about philosophy. "When you first entered form 1 after standard 6, was it tough for you? It's tough, isn't it? The subjects were so difficult. But after 3 years, when you're finally in form 4, you'd think that they're all simple. Just like now, you think that college is hard and stressful. But later in life, when you look back, you'll find that college life is not tough at all." "If someone were to give you a big stone and ask you to make a statue, you'll be clueless. But when you start working on in, you'll slowly see its shape. And it'll be easier as time pass." Wow. She can really talk. Haha. She talked for half an hour. Half an hour! 30 minutes! After talking for half an hour, she said that she'll print out 3 warning letters; one for me, one will be sent to my parents, one will be in my personal file. What the hell. I only skipped twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;And I don't know what will happen when my mother sees the letter. I guess I'll just sit next to the post box everyday until i receive the letter. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;elaine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-2711850718190831373?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/2711850718190831373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=2711850718190831373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2711850718190831373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2711850718190831373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/12/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-3326600219103021523</id><published>2008-12-19T01:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:19:57.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged, again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;I confess that in the year of 2008, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) stayed single for the whole year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed someone new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) made-out in/on a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) broke someone else's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) had a stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) mooned someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) had a good relationship with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) suffered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) came out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten someone else pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a divorce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) dated someone you'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) done something you've regretted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) lost your true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) lost faith in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed under mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) got a promotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) got a pay raise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) changed jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) waited until one day before to begin a project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost your job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) quit your job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) dated a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) dated your boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) dated your boss' daughter/son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) got fired from your job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) took an honour/ advanced class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) broke the dress code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) did something you were proud of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) discovered a new talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) proved yourself an idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) were involved in something you'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) painted a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen a live concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) shopped at Hollister or Abercrombie and Fitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) posted a blog on MySpace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) listened to music you couldn't stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) went swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) skinny-dipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) went to a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) went camping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) threw a surprise party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) laughed till you cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) laughed till you peed in your pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) flirted shamelessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) broke in a line of waiting people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) volunteered to help out others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) visited a new state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) told someone you were busy when you weren't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) partied to celebrate the new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) cooked a disastrous meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) drove the car drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) lost something important to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) lied about how old you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(♥) got a gift you adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) got 'shit faced' on alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) took a nude picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) almost got arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) prank called someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw a college football game in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;JANUARY 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who kissed you on new years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Did you have a new year's resolution this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Most probably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Does it snow where you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Nope. It's Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Do you like hot chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Yup. I just had hot chocolate for dinner. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Have you ever been to Times Square to watch the ball drop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Urm, what's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Do you ski or snowboard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Nope. Not even in my dreams. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;FEBRUARY 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your Valentine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. When you were little did you buy Valentine's for the whole class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- No. when I was little, I didn't know what was valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you care if the groundhog sees its shadow or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- why can't groundhog sees its shadow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. What did you get for valentines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- I received a set of body shop's stuffs. And, xx picked me up after work, sent me home, waited for me as I showered, and brought me to the ship. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;MARCH 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you Irish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Ahh.. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Do you wear green every year on St. Patrick's Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- No. I don't celebrate St. Patrick's Day. I don't even know what St. Patrick's Day is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What did you do for March Break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;APRIL 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Did you play an April fool's joke on anyone this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Do you get tons of candy on Easter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- No. I don't celebrate Easter, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you celebrate 4/20?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Can anyone tell me what that is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you "love" the month of April?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- I'm okay with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;MAY 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favourite flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Finish the phrase "April showers":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- with her dog. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Do you celebrate May 24th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- what for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Is May anything special to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Mindy's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;JUNE 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do for Father's Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you do anything fun during this month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- I made new friends (college). =D and, celebrated Lexandl's birthday - went to karaoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Have a favorite baseball team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;JULY 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do on the 1st of July?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- You expect me to remember? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Did you go to the fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- What fireworks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Do you tan in the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- No, no thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;AUGUST 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you do anything special at the end of your summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- As I remember, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. What was your favourite memory of summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Mummy's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Did you have sunburn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Not this summer. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Did you go to the pool a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- No. I can't swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;SEPTEMBER 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you attend school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Do you like fall better than summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- I don't know. But I think I would like fall more than summer if Malaysia was a 4 season country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Anything special about September to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- The moon cake festival? It's time to burn down the house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;OCTOBER 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your last Halloween costume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- I never had any costume. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favourite candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- I have no idea. But for now, I'm thinking of candy cane. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. What was your favourite thing about this month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- My birthday. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;NOVEMBER 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whose house do you go to for Thanksgivings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- I don't celebrate thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. What is your favourite thing about November?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Holiday? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;DECEMBER 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you celebrate Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. What are you thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Everything. Family and friend. Health. Possessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever been kissed under the mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- No. In fact, someone just taught me what mistletoe is few days ago. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Get anything special last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. What do you want this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Check out my Christmas wish list there. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you begin 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Pavilion? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where did you go on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Nowhere. Not as rich as someone. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What did you purchase that was over $500?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- hand phone and laptop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you know anybody who got married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you know anybody who passed away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you move anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What sporting events did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Sports?! LOL. Okay, I attended 2 volleyball meetings, and I really dislike the coach, and I stopped going. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What concerts/ shows did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Describe your birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Long story. =) and, I don't know how to describe it in words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been your favourite moment(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Holidays and genting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Any new additions to your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What was your best month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What was your worst month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- September?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What music will you remember 2008 by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- That's why (you go away) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Made new friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Yes. Duh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Favourite Night out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Choy's birthday in Atrium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overall, how would you rate this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- 5/10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other than home, where did you spend most of your time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- College.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Change your hairstyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Yes, but no big difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do anything embarrassing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Haha, yes, a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be honest - did you watch American Idol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you get sick this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- No. I'm stronger than you think. Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy to see 2008 go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- Guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#d99594;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been naughty or nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;- I was born an angel and demon. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Hell, this thing is loooong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I tag..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://honzpunx.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;desmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://kaywaiwow.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kay wai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://lexandlinlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lexandl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;elaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-3326600219103021523?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-254275709422044238</id><published>2008-12-16T20:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:40:48.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have so much to blog, but.. i don't know how to start it. lol. see? this explains why am i so bad in writing essays. first of all.. i don't know what am i doing here, because i have coursework tomorrow. =( it's macroeconomics. i know nothing. and understand nothing. help me! screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister came back yesterday night and couldn't stop talking about bolt. haha. she said that bolt is like cash, and is freaking cute. the actions and everything. and the colour! lol. i'm so going to watch bolt. speaking of dogs, i watched a short movie about a dog running away from home because the owner ignored him. and i found it on youtube. =) click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEOZue_OPqk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the computer room the other day and my parents were in the dining room. and i overheard their conversation. very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;dad: i'm going out later. i'm using your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: yea, okay. it's your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: no, it's your car. i bought it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: no la, it's your car. you bought one ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: no no, it's yours. i bought for you, meaning it's yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: it's your car.. you bought with your money, so it's your car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= swt. wtf. my parents were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;arguing (in a fun way)&lt;/span&gt; about the car. how old already wor, still play like that. swt. alright, fine, it's not wrong to have fun sometimes. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you know, i didnt go to school today. just a moment ago, my mum came and talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mum&lt;/strong&gt;: elaine ar.. whole day at home, what have you done huh? you tell me. whole day in front of that thing (my laptop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: oh, well. you see, mummy, i think the best thing i did today was not attending classes. =D (yes, i gave her that smile. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mum&lt;/strong&gt;: =.= this girl ah.. so how's studies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we started talking about my studies, of course. she asked if i can manage the subjects and handle the stress or not. if i really dont like to study (aww.. she knows me well. =p), why not withdraw and do something else. she suggests beauty courses. so i thought of, give myself a chance, if i can manage this semester, i continue my studies. but if i can't handle it, i'm gonna withdraw? lol. i dont know la. the reason why i chose college over working is the diploma certificate? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;elaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: fuck mr wee. im in the might-be-barred list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-254275709422044238?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/254275709422044238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=254275709422044238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/254275709422044238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/254275709422044238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/12/heartache.html' title='heartache'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-5522266469690661616</id><published>2008-12-09T04:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:12:44.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woebegone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>another side of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;actually, i have no idea what's the objective of this post. i guess, i'll just keep on typing, until i have nothing to say or when i think it's time to stop. was supposed to go to bed, but i ended up thinking, again. i don't know why, the more i think, the sadder i feel [whether or not that sentence is right, i don't care]. maybe it's because i thought of my horrible and shameful past which i never ever told anyone. no, not a single person. not even cash. i wouldn't even write in my diary if i had one. no. hell no. i won't even write it on a piece of paper and burn it after that or whatsoever. there's no way i'll tell anyone. oh yes, there's a way. hope that i mumble in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i may be really happy in front of everyone. but i have another side of me, who wish that i wasn't me. i can laugh my ass off with everyone. but it's only normal for me to feel sad sometimes, or maybe, most of the time. i can be really &lt;em&gt;elaine&lt;/em&gt; when i talk. but i know, once i start thinking, i get upset. upset of who i am today. i live for 18 years, and i can't speak proper english, nor chinese. i studied 2 years kindergarten, 6 years primary school, and 5 years secondary school, and i'm still not good in my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's already 4:33 in the morning and i'm still at my laptop typing things to make myself get sleepy and sleep. what i am feeling now, cannot be explained in words. i don't know if it's because my english is not good enough to express my feelings, or is it because, what i am feeling now, is so complicated and mixed up and fucked up, that no word can describe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm not sure if i'll regret posting this on my blog, but if desmond can even open up himself on his blog like that, telling his problem and family issue, why can't i? if lexandl can make his post so emo and sad, i can too. it's only once in a blue moon that i will post something like this. something as meaningless and aimless like this. if someone were to grant me 3 wishes now, i don't know what i want. i'm lost. i don't even know what i want. i mean, what i want now, isn't what i really want. i want to be smart. i want to be rich. i want to be pretty. i want to be myself. i want to be proud of myself. i want to be..happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but i just cant forget what i did in the past. you watch gossipgirl? it's good that serena could run away like that, when she feels helpless. at least she has blair to talk to, and share everything. if someone were to grant me another wish, and if i said, a best friend, i don't know if i can trust her. i dont know if i can really tell everything. as i said just now, it's too horrible to mention. just pray that i can die now and bring my stories to the grave. that way, no one will ever find out what i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seriously, i'm getting sleepy already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here's the happy part of my day - i went shopping and i bought myself a pair of new jeans. =D hope i won't regret buying S size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;elaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-5522266469690661616?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/5522266469690661616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=5522266469690661616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/5522266469690661616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/5522266469690661616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-side-of-me.html' title='another side of me'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-6801498903286840274</id><published>2008-12-04T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:47:54.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Human Resource Management Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#fabf8f;"&gt;We had our agm on wednesday. And i was one of the candidates as the committee member. When they were voting in the lecture hall, we were all outside talking. We were expecting justin to be the chairperson as he was the most potential one and his introduction was the best. But the result isn't what we all expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#d99594;"&gt;chairperson: hee su khee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#d99594;"&gt;v. chairperson: justin quah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;hon. secretary: bescy tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;asst. hon. secretary: desmond pang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;treasurer: char siew chieun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;hr captain: kim fong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;editorial captain: chin lek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;pr captain: caren lai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;information captain: elaine chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;auditor: diana ho &amp;amp; teng shuk yee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#fabf8f;"&gt;We're all very shock with the result. Why su khee? Why not justin? No offence, but why su khee? Yes, she's smart, but we all think that she's not the best choice for the chairperson. Even justin thought that he was going to be the chairperson. Lol. Later I asked kay wai, why did everyone vote for su khee. And he said, because they wanted su khee to be the secretary, just in case no one votes for her, so they all voted. Who knows, she got higher than justin. So yea, su khee is the chairperson now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#fabf8f;"&gt;Anyway, I have good news. I am the information captain. =) whatever it is. My job is to change/ update information on the notice board every 2 weeks. That's what the senior said la. But I don't think they updated it every 2 weeks? Lol. For now, I just hope that I can be a good information captain and, all the best to everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;Hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#e5b8b7;"&gt;elaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-6801498903286840274?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/6801498903286840274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=6801498903286840274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6801498903286840274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6801498903286840274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/12/human-resource-management-society.html' title='Human Resource Management Society'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-4171933717253920281</id><published>2008-11-29T23:57:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:15:08.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>time machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24 november 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after sbs night yesterday, most of them planned to skip bm tutorial class today. anyway, class ends at 10. chee loon came into the classroom around 930 and gave teacher some sort of reason, and teacher marked his attendance. =.= he planned to skip bm too, but because he was too early for the next lecture, he entered the class and got his attendance. swt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after school, i took the train back to klcc, and the bus to caltex. sis then picked me up there and went home. [well, she's not really that nice to pick me up actually. she went to buy herself lunch and asked if i want her to wait for me at the petrol station. okay la, she's nice la.] anyway, when i passed by the bus stop at the lrt station, i actually looked out the window to check if my brother's there. then we could take the bus together to caltex, and go home in my sister's car. later i thought, eh? school holiday now. and he's in penang. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;came home and just lied down on the lazy chair. just, lied. didn't move at all. soon, i fell asleep and woke up around 5 to prepare dinner. but i was shocked that my father came home at the same time i woke up. wow. haha. he came back to cook dinner, scared we would die of starvation i guess. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27 november 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thursday. after bisa practical class, kay wai asked us to go to the library to discuss the assignment. after bisa assignment, we planned to practice english for at least once before presentation. but well, with kay wai in the discussion room, it's almost impossible to do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still thinking whether i should go to ruby's house or not, because i thought mummy was coming back today. but, after english class, i dashed out the classroom and called home. sister picked up. when i asked, where is mummy? she was like, huh? and said that mother is coming home tomorrow, because my uncle wants to stay for another day. this means..ruby's house! =p since mummy is not coming home, what's the point of going home? for my father's cooking? can food? lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so, after school, all of us went to ruby's house. all of us as in, justin, desmond, lexandl, kay wai, chee loon, kim fong, steven and i. her father is very sporting and friendly. nice guy. we played some kinda board game, which i don't remember what. it's about thief and polices. and also, the game of life. frankly, it's kinda boring. =p it's something like..snake and ladder? haha. but of course they're different. but it's the same thing to roll the dice and move your car? =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we played the game of life because it was raining. later when we were all too hungry to wait, we just walked to the restaurant with umbrellas. and here comes the funniest/ nicest part of the day. with kay wai and ruby together, please don't expect us to be quiet. both of them can laugh all day long, while desmond can laugh his brain out seeing them laugh. and here's what made them laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;siew pao&lt;/em&gt; was walking one day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;R &amp;amp; K: hahahahahahahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;D: (after seeing them laugh) hahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: ..half way of his journey, he felt hungry. so he ate himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;R &amp;amp; K: hahahahahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;D: (after seeing them laugh) hahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: what song will you sing when you're buying &lt;em&gt;chao kuew tiao&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;R &amp;amp; K: (stare)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: my hump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;R &amp;amp; K: (stone) why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: don't want "sii hum" ma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;R &amp;amp; K: hahahahahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;D: hahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;K: why do dogs pee with a leg up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All of us: (stare) don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;K: because long long time ago, when a dog was peeing, the tree collapsed. that's why they're smarter now. they put their leg up to support the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;R &amp;amp; K: hahahahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;D: hahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29 november 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for bm replacement class today. presentation, again. had to wake up so early on a saturday. class was from 8-12, 4 hours! a whole group of us left to mid valley after class. a group of us being desmon, chee loon, ruby, justin, soo cheng, chin lek, lexandl, and myself. chee loon convinced me to go. chin lek, chee loon, soo cheng, lexandl and i went together in chin lek's car while the rest took the public transport. chin lek took us to kepong's ktm station first. thanks for fetching us there. he has a cj-7 in his car, and at one point, the car next to it also had cj-7! two in fact. someone took chin lek's cj-7 and faced it out the window at the other cj-7s. justin, ruby and desmon reached earlier than we did, so they had to wait for us. chee loon fell asleep in the ktm and was leaning his head towards chin lek's shoulder! and i saw a guy who had a red spot on his pants, now.. if only he was a girl.. what would that be like? =p maybe he just so happened to have sat down on someone's menstrual like how kay wai did, but this unlucky guy sat on a wet one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chee loon who complained about yoshinoya's menu price, still suggested that we should eat there because that place has good food. all of us ate there, after chin lek and soo cheng finished their meals, they left without us. we were in a group of 6 after they left. ruby wanted to use the sale to her advantage, so she went shopping for a top and a swimming suit. not to forget, a pair of goggles as well. soo cheng and chin lek soon joined us, chin lek left to home the earliest that day, followed by soo cheng. the 6 of us, walked into jusco, and we stopped and looked at the food stall in jusco, their penang asam laksa is really good. it made the whole group interested to try it for their first time, even though they just had lunch plus minus an hour or two ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ruby was done with her shopping, we went to baskin robbins for ice cream. we then sat down and shared real life experiences together. it was really nice as we got to know each other a little better and yet laugh at the same time. i can no longer remember the joke ruby told us, but she complained that no one laughed and wished that kay wai was with us at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;elaine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-4171933717253920281?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4171933717253920281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=4171933717253920281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4171933717253920281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4171933717253920281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-machine.html' title='time machine'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-5301195964602234101</id><published>2008-11-24T19:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:16:54.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>there's a silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cash boy ~&lt;br /&gt;xiao mao mao ~&lt;br /&gt;cashie boy ~&lt;br /&gt;cashew ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sorry, I just miss my cash boy so much. Do you know how adorable cash is? (cash is my dog, to those of you who don't already know.) He's so adorable that he actually understands us. When we say "cash, shower, come." just to disturb him, he would actually growl! Not cute enough for you? He's very jealousy. Once, my uncle was looking at the tortoise in my house. (JUST looking.) Cash got jealous and barked at my uncle. My uncle got shocked. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash went to penang. My mother left to penang on sunday, she took cash along! =( she also took along my brother and my younger sister, &lt;a href="http://jeremynic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/a&gt; and Mindy &lt;s&gt;Smith&lt;/s&gt;. The first day without my mother, was okay. This is because she left at 9 in the morning, but I was asleep until 12 something in the afternoon. I also had SBS Night to occupy myself with. Thank you dhr, I enjoyed myself. dhr = soo cheng, kay wai, justin, desmen, chee loon, (justin's gf from marketing, ruby. and kay wai's friend from UTAR, ellicia) and lexandl. Thank you for the great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, let me brief you on SBS Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a night where appreciation is showed for all the course representatives. Basically it's just like every other function, where there's boring speeches, noisy idiots (i'll talk more about this later.), perfomances, and not to forget, food. I reached early, and I waited for Lexandl again. I've been waiting for this guy everytime ever since semester 1, it's about the 5435th time already! He's always late, even for classes! anyway, so there I was, waiting at the entrance, all alone, as Elaine as I can be =p lol. He came with my favourite snacks and chocolates, so I suppose I can forgive him =p As soon as my group of friends reached, we gathered and headed for refreshment. The food was disgusting, but I suppose it matches TARC's standards. Either that or since we're only paying 10 bucks for our admission, I suppose we only deserve as much as bread and jelly? (besides fruits and french fries and sausages.) Moving on, speeches. What are you expecting me to say about it? We all hate it, we all know it's boring. Next! =p Performances, it was rather disappointing. The singing was bad, but the magic performance was terrible! "David Blaine" kept doing the same thing over and over again for 10 minutes or so. (this David Blaine could only detach and reattach strings. *clap clap*) If you think that's bad, think again. There were a bunch of guys who think they're cool sitting behind kim fong, ellicia, lexandl and I. Making all the noise they could in the world. Ugh, when I say 'noisy' I mean, really noisy. So annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Ellicia. Kay Wai's friend. Where does she live? With her parents =) lol. Don't look at me, that was what she said =p okay, lexandl did ask her again after that, and this time she said Ampang. She taught me how to dance, because she was trying to get me to dance with lexandl. Lexandl was literally bugging me the whole night to dance with him, but we didn't dance in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;leeshan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-5301195964602234101?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/5301195964602234101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=5301195964602234101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/5301195964602234101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/5301195964602234101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/11/theres-silence.html' title='there&apos;s a silence.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-8059765439342001701</id><published>2008-11-23T02:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:17:45.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>tagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:: Instruction ::&lt;br /&gt;Never see the questions before you arrange the names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All mentioned below are TAGGED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1. Xiang Xun&lt;br /&gt;2. Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;3. Lexandl&lt;br /&gt;4. Lily&lt;br /&gt;5. Soo Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. How did you meet 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;on friendster. later, found out that we were in the same school! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. On a scale of 1 - 10, how would you rate your friendship with 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;10!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. How long have you known 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;as i remember.. around 3 years? since form 4, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. How do you know 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;we're in the same course. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. Where's 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;how do i know. probably sleeping? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. A fact about number 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;loves football. and lam fung. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. Who's 4 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;her girlfriends, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8. What does 1 do for a living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;HVN? lol. not sure. &lt;em&gt;berjaya&lt;/em&gt; group &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9. Would you live with 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;good question. then i'll have a slave at home. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10. What do you like about 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;he cooks me supper, sometimes lunch. my fashion advisor at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;11. Do you miss 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;sometimes? lol. "eh, serious la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12. Would you make out with 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;uhh.. no? she's a bitch! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;13. What's your opinion on 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;no comment. he's gay~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;14. What's your favourite memory with 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;lol. lol. lol. cant think of any. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;15. What will you do if number 1 and 2 were going out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;wow. that's cool. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;16. Ever had a long conversation with 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;not really. she's quiet. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;17. Have you ever slept at 2's house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;we live together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;18. Do you hang out with 3 a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yes, A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;19. Who have you known the longest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;urm, jeremy? lol. he's my brother &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;20. What will happen if 1 and 5 have a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;they dont know each another. okay, maybe 1 knows who is 5, but, never talked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;21. How often do you talk to 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;quite often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;22. What about 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;everyday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;23. Have you ever thought 3 more than a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;best best best best friend ever! remember the sisterhood chain? okay okay, joking. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;24. Would you go on a date with 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;what for? so that all of you know that im bisexual? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;25. Do you dream about 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i dont remember dreaming about &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. ugh. eww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;26. What did 4 do to you that you can never forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;a lot? dumped me for her boyfriend in klcc. lol. joking. urm, calling me a bitch. =.= visited me at work and brought my present along. correction, bought, not brought. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;27. What have you done for/to 1 that the person never forgets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;everything! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;28. What's 3's hobby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;watching tv series? and dreaming about han ga in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;leeshan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-8059765439342001701?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8059765439342001701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=8059765439342001701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8059765439342001701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/8059765439342001701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='tagged.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-3584438305840686873</id><published>2008-11-17T20:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:27:02.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>i'm so elaine. xp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I sincerely apologize for the late update. Well, here's some reasons why I haven't updated my blog for so long. (1) nothing much happened, so I had nothing to blog. (2) I just got lazy to think of what to write, and how to write. I mean, the sentence structure. (3) I'm kind of busy with college, I think. I have assignments and replacements. Some say replament. Lol. Anyway, I know i still have some loyal readers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269625089794839410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SSF4GXi1E3I/AAAAAAAAARI/vtq0kql22lM/s320/LGIM0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is what i mean. "replament". tsk tsk tsk. can't even spell "replacement".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I left the house at 645 a.m today, because our class starts at 8 (Mindy and I). So, the actual plan was to send me to the station first, then only send Mindy to school. But my father said, if he sends me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;keramat&lt;/span&gt; first, then only Mindy to kl, it'll be really jam. So, he sent Mindy to school first. FYI, Mindy went to school because of some activities. She'll be going to school for 4 days and she'll have her holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;As usual, he brought me for breakfast at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; stall somewhere near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;keramat&lt;/span&gt; station. Yes, that disgusting place. The place is disgusting; the food also disgusting. But I guess my father thinks that it's okay, that's why he doesn't mind going back to that place so often. No choice &lt;em&gt;lo&lt;/em&gt;, someone says I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Just in case you're wondering, i had &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lemak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; + beef and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tarik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The rice is tasteless, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sambal&lt;/span&gt; also not nice, the beef is disgusting. Father ordered &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tarik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kurang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;manis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for me. Well, because it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; stall, they actually add the milk like it's damn cheap like that. So yea, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kurang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;manis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But it's still very &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;manis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Reached school at 8. I thought I was late for class, because, I WAS late. But, the teacher was later than me. He asked us to do the 2 passages, again. And said that he would let us go earlier today, so that we could go to the library to get study some BM. Nonsense. So, he let us go at 9. =.= He's always like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We came up with 2 new lines. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. From where we got the idea? We all know. So, i won't mention it here. Line 1, when you see someone gay, say "don't be so Kay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt;". Because all of us have the same opinion - Kay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; is gay! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. Okay. Okay. He's a nice guy. [According to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Lexandl&lt;/span&gt;, all gay guys are nice.] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. Line 2, when you see someone pretty, say "don't be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;elaine&lt;/span&gt;". *Cough* You understand &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, don't have to explain this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Some random incident: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Soo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; "scolded" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;desmen&lt;/span&gt; for putting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;chatbox&lt;/span&gt; on his blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Lexandl&lt;/span&gt; thinks that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; is fierce. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;After lecture, we all went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;TBR&lt;/span&gt; for lunch. Ruby asked us to go over to her house this Thursday, for movie and steamboat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure if I'm going or not, because I'm totally broke. Plus, she's organising a trip to &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Pulau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Redang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Pulau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Perhentian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Lang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Tengah&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, Lang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Tengah&lt;/span&gt;. She said, each person around 500. $500! And Justin was like, can &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;elaine&lt;/span&gt; very rich one.. =.= I'm damn poor okay. See? I desperately need money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And I came up with this brilliant plan. I'm going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; study every Friday and Sunday, so that I can pass all subjects this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;. I just want to pass. =( So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be really busy, and may not have time to blog. And whole bunch of assignments. Speaking of assignment, i really need to do my BM now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;chee&lt;/span&gt; loon needs it tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Class replacement on Saturday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;SBS&lt;/span&gt; Night on Sunday. - more reasons to not blog. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;leeshan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-3584438305840686873?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/3584438305840686873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=3584438305840686873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3584438305840686873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3584438305840686873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-elaine-xp.html' title='i&apos;m so elaine. xp'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SSF4GXi1E3I/AAAAAAAAARI/vtq0kql22lM/s72-c/LGIM0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-7537094191426417072</id><published>2008-11-14T22:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:32:10.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>29 oct 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268525709528435266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2QOA50ikI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Nw8azmrV5W8/s320/IMG_1051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my birthday cake. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268525717758646898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2QOfkDmnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/lV3ShxxM19M/s320/IMG_1053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;theme: pyjamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;time: bedtime/ midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;attire: pyjamas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2QPllON6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/3hzX72gD73c/s1600-h/IMG_1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268525736554018722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2QPllON6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/3hzX72gD73c/s320/IMG_1055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ignore that relunctant smile. i love my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2QPAojpUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wAlU-f_MmJE/s1600-h/IMG_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268525726635894082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2QPAojpUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wAlU-f_MmJE/s320/IMG_1056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; still love my hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268525740623680178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2QP0vgUrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jy9HFdaQlTw/s320/IMG_1057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i just think that this is cute. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268529548994592642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2TtgB4v4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6DxYcrKyxvQ/s320/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" /&gt; from my younger sister, mindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268529554513445698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2Tt0lrw0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Cs7oTLCqsaw/s320/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" /&gt; since she's so nice to me,&lt;br /&gt;so i've decided not to talk about her "wanted" story here. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268531497631099410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2Ve7RCKhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/sXJQkqdEBZ4/s320/DSC00472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;from my brother, jeremy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268531504102537842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2VfTX8enI/AAAAAAAAAQo/8HrgPdh76b0/s320/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;he's just too lazy to write. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268531511044757026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2VftPGViI/AAAAAAAAAQw/x10YuhhEwR4/s320/DSC00474.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and this one, all the way from new zealand. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268531513096210514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2Vf04NCFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Hbl0Bj9c0tE/s320/DSC00475.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's from my aunt and cousin sister, rachel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268531521979566738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2VgV-KSpI/AAAAAAAAARA/Pn40dLqTFIg/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not having any photo of my celebration with dhr. anyway, thanks dhr for the present. thanks chin lek and soo cheng for getting my cake from secret recipe. =D thank you everyone for celebrating my birthday. thank you xx for bringing me to victoria station. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;leeshan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-7537094191426417072?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/7537094191426417072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=7537094191426417072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7537094191426417072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7537094191426417072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/11/29-oct-2008.html' title='29 oct 2008'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SR2QOA50ikI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Nw8azmrV5W8/s72-c/IMG_1051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-4631088190618754406</id><published>2008-11-09T00:27:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:41:11.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>bored + lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i kinda think that my blog's layout is boring. -.- lol. but yes, i'm bored of it already. and blogspot is stupid to give only few choices of colours. plus, im so lazy to searh for layout on the web. sigh. can tell that im really lazy huh. didn't update my blog for ageees. but im still better than lily. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;here's something that i still can remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;22 october 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;reached school kinda early. actually, very early. followed my sister car and we reached school around 8. went to canteen 2 for breakfast first, and bumped into justin and ruby. my sister said he looks really mature. so, soo cheng, kay wai and justin presented for english. urm.. can't remember anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;23 october 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;some bastard hit my sister's car early in the morning. lazy to talk about it. he's a real bastard. anyway, my turn for presentation and i was super nervous. went for bisa tutorial first. again, reached school kinda early, and i saw the 7 sisters dancing in the class room. -.- not exactly la, diana was preparing for her presentation. -.- i was nervous too, but, wasn't nervous enough to get me start reading? =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;divalign="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;later during foa lecture, i wiped my pencil with the tissue. and i have no idea why, it turned out brown colour. like those shitty brown. lexandl then came up with the idea to disturb kay wai. he went to the front to sit beside kay wai. talked to him for a while. later he wiped kay wai's hand with the tissue and told him that it's lizard shit. XD he didn't freak out like what i expected. he was just, yerrr.. desmen.. -.- yes, he called out desmen's name. he called desmen for help. -.- and told desmen about lexandl wiping the "lizard shit" on his hand. and i couldn't stop laughing. and the fun stopped there. i started to think about my presentation, and started to freak out. so i skipped the second hour of lecture when the lecturer gave us a break. went to the library and memorized everything. finally, it was english class. thank god teacher asked the drm students to start first. (wtf, im getting lazy to type) so i had more time to get ready. and.. ugh, everything went well la i suppose. okay, the end. lol. (im really lazy now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;at night, i went to poppy garden. planned to go to mos, but for some reasons, we changed plan. xiang xun picked me up of course. joshua fetched su ann, manveen and another guy. [note: su ann? su ann?! good question. her parents went oversea, that's why she can go clubbing. that's why she can get out of the house at night! duh.] we were there so early because they planned to leave earlier, then supper, then home because joshua and su ann were going to cameron highland the next day. so we went to a mamak nearby first, after they opened a bottle. i just kept quiet the whole time, because it's just weird hanging out with these people after a long time. after mamak, we went back into the club. amazingly, i didnt explore. but i heard that they have a swimming pool behind. around 12, i called tan kheng kuan because it was his birthday. we talked for a while and he asked me to pass the phone to su ann because he knew she was there too. so i walked to su ann, gave her the phone, and she just stared at me blankly, then looked at the phone and saw "tan", then she took my phone to the other entrance. and we didnt say a word, at all. after that, she just gave me back the phone without saying a thing, again. not even a smile. screw that. and it was my first time getting on the dance floor. and no, i dont really like it. we were about to leave around 1 o'clock. but because of manveen, we stayed until 2 something. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;24 october 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;please understand how tired i am after a long night clubbing. so i skipped my first volleyball meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;random&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266670321507459026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SRb4wN6LX9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JMsdp3zRBkI/s320/DSC00461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my sister thinks that the setting is nice. like, the colour - red and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i went to the malay's house for lunch today. my neighbour la. bersanding or something. what is bersanding? i dont know. LOL. anyway, they're giving out goodie bags, as usual. and here's what we got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266669441441629874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SRb38_aIhrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jfVHHmtjs00/s320/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ours is this small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266670323025088770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SRb4wTkAkQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hvYRH_waceo/s320/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the malays got this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;racist? you tell me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;p.s: im sorry i didnt rotate the photos. i forgot. =p and im sorry you cant really tell the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;elaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-4631088190618754406?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4631088190618754406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=4631088190618754406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4631088190618754406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4631088190618754406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/11/bored-lazy.html' title='bored + lazy'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SRb4wN6LX9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JMsdp3zRBkI/s72-c/DSC00461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-949928993146141076</id><published>2008-10-28T23:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:43:33.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>last post for this month? =p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;only a few posts this month. =p i've been really busy. yea right. anyway, here's some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 october 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;we finally had our very first bm class. BUT, we didn't learn anything. teacher took our attendance and asked us to come up with a topic for our assignment. and he just walked around the class and played hand phone behind the class for 2 hours. after bm, i went for macroeconomics lecture. i'm kinda shocked that i could understand him. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;21 october 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;i woke up early in the morning because i wanted to follow my sister to school and study. before that, we stopped by grandma's house for breakfast. when i was eating, i received a message, "lecture cancelled". wtf. so i thought, never mind la, just stay in school until 6. i can try to finish up my tutorial. so yea, went to the school library and i finished up my accounts tutorial. =D later, went jusco for lunch and loitered with my sister. then, went back to library to study. very hardworking eh? =p okay, here's the "best" part. it was raining around 5.55pm, i made my way to the classroom, and the classroom was empty! then i thought, class cancelled again? or changed venue? but i just sat there. waited for like 10 minutes, finally, someone came. but teacher wasnt there yet. around 6.30, soo cheng's phone rang. guess what. class cancelled!! wtf. went to school so early, but class cancelled. wtf. stayed in school for the whole day leh. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;elaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-949928993146141076?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/949928993146141076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=949928993146141076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/949928993146141076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/949928993146141076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-post-for-this-momth-p.html' title='last post for this month? =p'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-7460053686752159261</id><published>2008-10-27T15:13:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:46:48.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>joanne's birthday (18 oct)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261800446111053266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQWroKVw9dI/AAAAAAAAAN4/T_aaspGELEA/s320/DSC01276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the box is this big..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261736367046757650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQVxWROTjRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/94vcTHUVxag/s320/IMG_0866.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;the cake is this thin.. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261735148699315602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQVwPWho7ZI/AAAAAAAAANA/dN0V-Sc8yoQ/s320/IMG_0845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- joanne &amp;amp; yu min -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;birthday girl and her boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261800448923592690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQWroU0U5_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Tm1Bfuc1G5M/s320/DSC01281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- hansen -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;shh.. he's busy. busy playing psp. lol. spot his underwear. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261806723808874034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQWxVkljzjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kY8nJ2oteDU/s320/DSC01283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- hansen &amp;amp; eugene -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;still playing. -__- he even refused to EAT because he was so obsessed with the psp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;and i seriously never thought that eugene would wear that thingy on his hand. i was only distubing him, gene, where's your band? and was expecting him to say, dont want. so gay. BUT, he said, oh, where to take? and as i reached for the band, he gave me his wrist. *shocked*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQWtHcaxV0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/n5U5ehTLSUE/s1600-h/DSC01288.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261802083051460418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQWtHcaxV0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/n5U5ehTLSUE/s320/DSC01288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- jeremy, jessie, joanne, eugene, elaine -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;eugene said he wasnt looking at the camera because joanne was calling him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;and joanne is in the photo too. -_____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261802084168370626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQWtHglECcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2R8kjDYus3Y/s320/DSC01305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- mindy, joanne, elaine, jeremy -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;siblings. =) aww~ we look so sweet together.&lt;br /&gt;some friends gave joanne the secret recipe's oreo cheese cake as birthday present. smart huh. or else we wouldn't have enough cake. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261733458394796578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQVus9po0iI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QHV5RHGLt9M/s320/IMG_0843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- jessie, eugene, jeremy, xx, elaine -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;party wasnt over. but we were all bored. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261803919318952450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQWuyVDDqgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9zxseAkUhNg/s320/DSC01324.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- elaine -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;moved from the sofa to the floor. trying to win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQWlHUQPPTI/AAAAAAAAANg/r1FA0cbs7is/s1600-h/IMG_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261793284766776626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQWlHUQPPTI/AAAAAAAAANg/r1FA0cbs7is/s320/IMG_0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- jessie, jeremy, eugene, elaine, xx -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;apparently, i lost. that's why im shuffling! ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261793291142011474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQWlHsANmlI/AAAAAAAAANo/flq3aindFho/s320/IMG_0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; - still the 5 of us -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQVwP8IhShI/AAAAAAAAANI/4-RHPKlr4Cs/s1600-h/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261735158794504722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQVwP8IhShI/AAAAAAAAANI/4-RHPKlr4Cs/s320/IMG_0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; - elaine, joanne, jeremy -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got present too! =D sister and i was looking for mummy. as we walked out of the dining room, mother was walking down the stair, and said, nah, as she gave the present to my sis. i wasnt expecting anything because it's not my party. when i wanted to walk away, my mother gave me mine present. and i was so excited that i said out loud, thank you, mummy! and walked around the house showing off my present. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261797595070031122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQWpCNYnZRI/AAAAAAAAANw/oBjoiNLl4AI/s320/IMG_0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- jessie with camera, elaine with vaio, eugene with psp -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look! everything from sony. =p sony cyber shot, sony vaio cr, sony psp. loyal fans. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261860943233612706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQXipjrw-6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/lQ2pQZtMtVI/s320/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;lastly, jessie's slippers! so cute! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;elaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-7460053686752159261?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/7460053686752159261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=7460053686752159261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7460053686752159261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/7460053686752159261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/10/joannes-birthday.html' title='joanne&apos;s birthday (18 oct)'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SQWroKVw9dI/AAAAAAAAAN4/T_aaspGELEA/s72-c/DSC01276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-4861487917194553044</id><published>2008-10-19T12:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:48:24.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>an active blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Okay. This post is to prove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/ohlilygosh.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt; wrong. =p I'm just busy, I'm more active than her. Yes, I am. xp I said that I'm more active, doesn't mean I am very active okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;13 October (Monday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;BM class cancelled again. I thought I was late for class, because sister's friend was late that day. Fyi, i followed my sister's friend that day. Anyway, she was late, some more she went and fill petrol first. She said enough time wor. But no, not enough time. Thank god i saw chin lek at the car park and we walked together. Lol. Not so embarrass ma walk into the class late. But then see see, teacher wasn't there yet. So, i assumed that the teacher was late, because he already cancelled the first class, don't expect him to cancel the second class. But &lt;em&gt;zha dou&lt;/em&gt;, really cancelled. -____- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And bi ying asked me what club am I in. And I gave her a wtf expression (because I didn't know we already have to join a club - no one informed me). So yea, badminton full, gym full, what also full. If i was rich, then I can just buy 2 credit hours with RM140.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I also got my ME notes today. They bind everything nicely for us. I wonder how much are they going to ask from us this semester. Btw, Mr Kok's lecture not bad what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Later, I had mcd's for lunch while waiting for my sister. On the way back to college, i met some stupid lifeless Malays (no offence, lily. they are those typical lifeless Malays, like izzat zulklifi - or however you spell his name. lol). They were walking behind me, and I swear I didn't do anything! Later they started stamping their feet, and I just ignored. Lol. Lily, you know me well. The more they want me to look back, the more I won't bother bout them. Anyway, they got tired after that, I think. Well, who can stamp his feet for so long. Not tired &lt;em&gt;meh&lt;/em&gt;. Yea, then they started scolding random stuffs. Like, really meaningless stuffs. Of course &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, who can scold a stranger when he didn't do anything wrong. See lily? Told you they're those typical lifeless Malays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;15 October (Wednesday)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reached school kinda early today and saw Kay Wai and Steven outside the classroom. As usual, Steven talked to me. "Eih, what are you going to present later?" - in Cantonese. And I was like, what?! Got presentation &lt;em&gt;meh&lt;/em&gt;?! Later Kay Wai said, yea &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, the individual presentation she told us during the first lesson, she wants to check our paper today. And I couldn't stop OMG-ing. So, we went into an empty classroom to do my draft. I wrote something about child abuse. Like, the causes, the effects, and the prevention. But later when the teacher called my name, I randomly came up with the idea of mobile phone. I didn't prepare anything about mobile phone. And i don't know what to talk about mobile phone. I don't have a draft about mobile phone. That's why my presentation was like crap (excuses). Oh, and, I have presentation again next Thursday. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then, we had our ME tutorial. He wasted 20 minutes talking. Then only discussed the questions. As usual, he only explained like, a little bit, and said "refer to your notes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After ME, we had our QS tutorial. Chee Loon saw my (almost) blank paper and asked, "why didn't do at home?" =S feel so bad now. I mean, I understand this chapter, and I know how to do, but I didn't. Sigh. Not sure if I can do tutorial 2. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;16 October (Thursday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Followed my sister to college today. Class starts at 9, but I reached at 745. I went to the library, BUT, library only opens at 830. So i sat outside the library, and i saw Soo Gee. =D later, Ying Yee came also. And, we all went to canteen 1. Soo Gee is way more talkative than i thought. Probably more talkative than me. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;After BISA practical class, we all went to canteen 2, for Diana's birthday. Sorry people, no photos. =p because of this "birthday celebration", the whole dhr was late for FOA lecture. And the worst part is, we went into the lecture hall from the front door. Everyone in the hall was staring at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Later, we went for English class. Teacher gave us spelling test. Lol. Ugh, stupid words. Anyway, it's "pyjamas". The British spelling is &lt;em&gt;pyjamas&lt;/em&gt;, the American spelling is &lt;em&gt;pajamas&lt;/em&gt;. So stopped influencing me with the wrong spelling. The short system message's dictionary is NOT a dictionary. Because if it is a dictionary, there wont be such word as "speaked", and there will be such word as "nincompoop". A proper phone dictionary is like a digital dictionary, but not a sms dictionary. Nokia phones have this function. =D anyway, it is "pyjamas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;17 October (Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Busy day. Sister's birthday celebration tomorrow. So, have to clean up the house, prepare the ingredients, arrange the tables and chairs, AND find an outfit. Lol. Anyway, nothing happened actually, so, nothing to blog about. And, whoever that is still reading all these shit now, thank you so much. =p muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;elaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-4861487917194553044?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4861487917194553044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=4861487917194553044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4861487917194553044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/4861487917194553044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/10/active-blogger.html' title='an active blogger'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-2463617034193370486</id><published>2008-10-08T02:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:49:51.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><title type='text'>elephants can't jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;to all ex chung hwa students, our formal headmaster, 陈圣才校长 is being sued by his deputy headmistress, 张惠芬副校长（张老师）for slander and sexual harassment. XD she's also unsatisfied with the way the headmaster deal with a parents-complain issue. she also sues a student's parents for slander and groundless accusation - accusing her of maltreating their daughter. =(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;for more information, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinapress.com.my/content_new.asp?dt=2008-10-07&amp;amp;sec=mas&amp;amp;art=1007mf10.txt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;. oh, it's in traditional mandarin. lol. @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;anyway, here's some facts i read on the internet. some facts that i didn't know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;- all polar bears are left handed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;- a cockroach can live 9 days without its head, it only dies because it cannot eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- it is impossible to sneeze with your eyes open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- starfish have no brains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- a statue in a park with a soldier on a horse with its 2 front legs in the air means the soldier died in combat. if the horse has only one foot in the air, the soldier died of injuries from combat. if the horse has all 4 feet on the ground, the soldier died of natural causes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- in ancient england, people could not have sex without consent from the king. when people wanted to have a child, they had to solicit a permission to the monarchy, in turn they will supply a plaque to hang on their door when they had sexual relations. the plaque read "Fornication Under Consent of the King". this is the origin of the word fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;- "typewriter" is the longest word that can be typed using the letters only on one row of the keyboard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- people say "bless you" when you sneeze because when you sneeze, you heart stops for a millisecond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- a snail can sleep for 3 years&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;lastly, this is for &lt;em&gt;salt&lt;/em&gt; - if you sneeze too hard, you can fracture a rib. if you try to suppress a sneeze, you can rupture a blood vessel in your head or neck and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;elaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-2463617034193370486?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/2463617034193370486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=2463617034193370486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2463617034193370486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/2463617034193370486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/10/elephants-cant-jump.html' title='elephants can&apos;t jump'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-6623432771562946910</id><published>2008-10-07T20:44:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:53:52.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>where's eeyore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6 october&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;went to school early in the morning, because class starts at 8 ma. so yea, reached school at 8, sister dropped me at the library, i walked all the way down to pa block. when i reached pa block, i was like, eh? r block right? =.= so i walked all the way back to r block again. later i saw soo cheng standing outside the toilet, and she said, "eih elaine, class cancelled."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;class cancelled!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;my cash book. class cancelled. -___- "class cancelled. so we decided to go to dkd, to attend mr goh's macroeconomics. so later can skip mr kok's and go home at 10." so i stood there with her for a while more, waiting for desmen and evon. later mr kok passed by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mr kok:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hey, so how did you do in the exam? can pass or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;soo cheng and i:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*shook heads*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mr kok:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha. a lot failed la. so what are you doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;soo cheng:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;got class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mr kok:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh, what time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;soo cheng:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mr kok:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; *looked at the watch* it's already 8 now, what are you still doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;soo cheng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; oh, class cancelled already. waiting for friends now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mr kok:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i see, so where are you all going later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;soo cheng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; we're going to another class. join other classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mr kok:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh, what time is the class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;soo cheng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mr kok:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh i see, what class is that? lecture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;soo cheng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; yea, lecture. macroeconomics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mr kok:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;macroeconomics? later at 10 right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;soo cheng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; yea, at 10. but &lt;strong&gt;we're going to skip your lecture&lt;/strong&gt; and join mr goh's now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mr kok:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; (still a bit blur) your macroeconomics lecture later at 10 right? dkabc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;soo cheng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;yea, supposed to be at 10, in dkabc. but &lt;strong&gt;we're all not going, we're skipping your lecture&lt;/strong&gt; and join mr goh's in dkd now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mr kok:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(facial expression changed, stoned for a while) oh, okay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-____- ough. mr kok sure damn hurt lo. lol. so we went to dkd for mr goh's lecture. but he talked about the exam paper and stuffs. sien. =.= then started teaching the aims and objectives and stuffs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7 october&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;skipped class. =D im not going to college for 2 hours of lecure okay. =p it's the first lecture, probably teach nothing. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;elaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-6623432771562946910?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/6623432771562946910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=6623432771562946910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6623432771562946910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/6623432771562946910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/10/wheres-eeyore.html' title='where&apos;s eeyore?'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-3801780862395317113</id><published>2008-10-06T06:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:55:06.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>screwed up schedule.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's monday already. -____- 8 o'clock class leh. =( lazy. lazy. lazy. you see, i didn't update my blog for so long, obviously because i'm lazy la. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, fucked up time table wei. wtf. *sob* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;again monday class starts at 8. wtf. T_T 8 in the morning leh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tuesday, until 8 in the evening. or, 8 at night. wtf. gosh. then i'll reach home at 830 IF i'm going back by car. but what if i'm taking public transport? T.T have to walk to the station because the back gate will be close (yes, very smart school, end my class at 8 and close the gate at 6. or is it 630?). anyway, reach the station at 830. travel back to klcc, take a bus, and i'll reach home at 930. but as you know, rapid kl is never punctual, so i might reach my crib around 10? or even later. =S that time, my dinner will be my supper. ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and wednesday until 6. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, it's 613 am already. gotta get ready for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if you're wondering, why am i up so early? some more got time to blog. lol. because, lol, i slept around 4 p.m. and woke up around 3 something. =p had my really early breakfast- crab balls. i hate cooking i tell you. especially frying. deep frying! ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay okay, 616 already. gotta bounce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;elaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5547027406733819397-3801780862395317113?l=love-leeshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/feeds/3801780862395317113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5547027406733819397&amp;postID=3801780862395317113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3801780862395317113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5547027406733819397/posts/default/3801780862395317113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-leeshan.blogspot.com/2008/10/screwed-up-schedule.html' title='screwed up schedule.'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02768964832686076472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oeDo_NMWI6g/SgQI2lvf9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Rvs-9UVnShM/S220/DSC00374.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547027406733819397.post-2738364514000615943</id><published>2008-10-01T03:12:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:36:15.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story to share'/><title type='text'>life on the train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;recently, i read a mail from my aunt. it's about our life. our life as a train ride.&lt;br /&gt;it says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is like a train ride. we get on. we ride. we get off. we get back on and ride some more. there are accidents, and there are delays. at certain stops there will be surprises. some of these will translate into great moments of j
