<?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-724664804487014507</id><updated>2011-08-21T23:32:51.987+08:00</updated><category term='laughter fills e air'/><title type='text'>What is love???</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-8131274554806694021</id><published>2011-02-09T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T00:27:44.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TVFuKMpUpmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/PIkziPa0m0M/s1600/34142_416110677987_684582987_4417696_1234590_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TVFuKMpUpmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/PIkziPa0m0M/s320/34142_416110677987_684582987_4417696_1234590_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571355335506306658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know how to tell her the truth...seeing her smile is my only wish now. Her innocent looks really make me unable to make her upset....i do not wish to see her cry...so i have to say sorry...by the time u see this post, i do not know whether will we still be "together". I love YOU.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-8131274554806694021?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8131274554806694021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=8131274554806694021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8131274554806694021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8131274554806694021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-do-not-know-how-to-tell-her-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TVFuKMpUpmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/PIkziPa0m0M/s72-c/34142_416110677987_684582987_4417696_1234590_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-7551144077580566897</id><published>2010-11-24T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T01:05:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TOvxpuL8ueI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9oKaovS9cek/s1600/DSC08160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TOvxpuL8ueI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9oKaovS9cek/s320/DSC08160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542789465484605922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lot of emotions are rushing through my mind now. However, i do not know how to type it out. She say that she is confused, all i can say to her is that "I m Sorry". Sorry for all the damage i done to your little and fragile heart. Sorry that i am selfish. Sorry that i did not take good care of you. Sorry that i did not dote on u. Sorry that i did not shower you with enough love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also told me that her parents are angry with her and she send me a message that says "Sorry. I can't accept you". This really makes my heart sank. After that, i went to do something stupid and "slept" for a very long time. Woke up at around 9plus? Online msn and facebook. Although i saw her sms, i did not reply as i do not know how to face her. However, we did talk in msn.  She told me to focus on my studies but how could i focus when my mind is all about you? Btw do not blame yourself as you did not do anything wrong. The person that is wrong is me, i should never enter your life and make it a mess. I am sorry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now currently missing her... :( Lastly, i will like to end off by saying "I love you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-7551144077580566897?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7551144077580566897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=7551144077580566897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7551144077580566897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7551144077580566897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/11/lot-of-emotions-are-rushing-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TOvxpuL8ueI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9oKaovS9cek/s72-c/DSC08160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4238989569748180234</id><published>2010-11-22T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:33:27.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TOqMlzVdy8I/AAAAAAAAAck/CxOroula5Mc/s1600/33615_1201956986088_1743501424_362018_6923412_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TOqMlzVdy8I/AAAAAAAAAck/CxOroula5Mc/s320/33615_1201956986088_1743501424_362018_6923412_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542396872496106434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TOqMc8re69I/AAAAAAAAAcc/-BCD9_G15cw/s1600/33560_1201957426099_1743501424_362019_1528831_n.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/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TOqMc8re69I/AAAAAAAAAcc/-BCD9_G15cw/s320/33560_1201957426099_1743501424_362019_1528831_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542396720385551314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss the days hanging out with my friends.... :( but i miss going out with her more!!!! Sigh. Things have not been going its way for me nowadays...i seem to lose everything in one night...Now i am having a headache and have no mood to revise for my Web app UT tml...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-4238989569748180234?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4238989569748180234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4238989569748180234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4238989569748180234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4238989569748180234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-days-hanging-out-with-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TOqMlzVdy8I/AAAAAAAAAck/CxOroula5Mc/s72-c/33615_1201956986088_1743501424_362018_6923412_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-5437751133348715700</id><published>2010-11-19T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T22:19:45.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes when we make mistakes, we expect the person that we hurt to forgive us by saying "sorry" to them. However, does we know how deep we hurt them? By saying sorry does it means that we will not hurt them again? When they did not forgive us, we will blame them for being petty but they have the right to not forgive us. Therefore, i do not blame those that i have let down on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-5437751133348715700?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5437751133348715700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=5437751133348715700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5437751133348715700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5437751133348715700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-when-we-make-mistakes-we.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-7521362988569934881</id><published>2010-11-12T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T22:36:26.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TN1PIifnmjI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JPoOSyhljEc/s1600/images%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TN1PIifnmjI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JPoOSyhljEc/s320/images%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538670124852550194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is what i am feeling currently....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I do not know what is on her mind currently...she can post that her ex is cute n lovely...i do not expect her to always spare a thought for me. But i hope she can tell me that she is true to me as i am feeling that i am being played around with. This feeling is terrible...i hope i can get over it or maybe get used to it ba. Who ask me to fall in love so deeply with her...this is fate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I do not know why but i am feeling so down recently...maybe is because of UT and assignment but mainly the reason is her. She could talk to her friends for so long but to me, we always one word reply each other... :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I do not know what to write anymore, so much emotions but i can't put it into words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-7521362988569934881?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7521362988569934881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=7521362988569934881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7521362988569934881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7521362988569934881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-what-i-am-feeling-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TN1PIifnmjI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JPoOSyhljEc/s72-c/images%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-6029110386391860029</id><published>2010-09-17T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:21:44.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What causes the "Change" in Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that everyone in the world have a female friend that you noticed a change in, be it in their behavior, temper, personality. But do we know what exactly causes the change in them? I have a close female friend that recently change too much till i even doubt whether do i really know this girl. The story goes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We first met during our basketball training(separated court of course) and according to my friends, she was a quiet person(maybe it was because she doesn't know anyone). We invited her to lunch after that and get to know her better. Throughout the whole 4 months, we(as in my team mates and the female basketball team) have became closest friend with her and she will come to us when she met with some problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that she have a boyfriend recently this year and she love the guy deeply. We have met the guy before and i must say he was quite good-looking and rich. He bought for her a pink laptop on their 2nd month anniversary and she was so happy that where ever she go, the pink laptop follow her(actually it was quite irritating for me as who will like it when they are eating and there is a laptop opposite you). They are so sweet that Joanne was jealous and joke that she need to find  a stead asap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the real story come next. Few months ago, she came for practice but there was no pink laptop with her. This make me feel weird, but i ignored it and continue my practice. I told my team mates and the girls about it but they say i am thinking too much. In actual fact, i saw her cry before we leave for home but i didn't tell anyone about it. I thought that maybe i really am thinking too much but on july, she called me. She cried and told me all about her things(which is inconvenience to say here), i knew about her everything and told her that i will meet her for supper and console her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after that she seldom come for practices and we can't contact her at all. However, we found out that she is actually doing something illegal and disgraceful upon herself, we try to talk her out of it but it doesn't work. Now....she is walking on a road of no return.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more details just contact me and i will tell you the whole story....i do not know how to type it into words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-6029110386391860029?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6029110386391860029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=6029110386391860029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6029110386391860029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6029110386391860029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-causes-change-in-woman-i-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-8654100686711808914</id><published>2010-09-07T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:16:36.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since i am way too bored and not focusing on my UT revision, i decided to blog :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have anyone know what does ah beng and gangster feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;Why would we step on this road ?.&lt;br /&gt;Why we want to smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Why must we fight?&lt;br /&gt;Why must we beat people?&lt;br /&gt;Why people want be virgin killers?&lt;br /&gt;Why people want put tatoo?&lt;br /&gt;Why gangsters must have zai dui?&lt;br /&gt;Why pai kia is bad to soceity?&lt;br /&gt;Why is smoking not banned?&lt;br /&gt;Why does singapore have so many police?&lt;br /&gt;Why we can't be paikia at the same time help the soceity?&lt;br /&gt;Why nobody ever asked how a gangster would feel when they beat people or maybe when they see people being killed ?&lt;br /&gt;Why pai kia can't be a good person?&lt;br /&gt;Why everybody think put tatoo is bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;Why parents can't understand what their children are going through?&lt;br /&gt;Why people who smoke are bad?&lt;br /&gt;Why everybody got different thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Why did god give us parangs?&lt;br /&gt;Why we can't taper our pants?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we only listen to the government?&lt;br /&gt;Why is folding skirt not allowed in school?&lt;br /&gt;Why is money so strong?&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't anyone blaming themselves?&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't love true?&lt;br /&gt;Why gang got so many?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't work together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have the answers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-8654100686711808914?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8654100686711808914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=8654100686711808914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8654100686711808914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8654100686711808914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/09/since-i-am-way-too-bored-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-3586092538369624272</id><published>2010-08-18T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:22:31.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This few days, i have been thinking about some matters and it really make me feel like my life is full of things that i don't wish for...Sometimes, i wish i could control what happen in my life so that i will never feel upset. My UT3 is coming soon and i could say that i have forgotten what i have learnt in my Year2 Sem2 as i miss out many lesson or i did not really focus in class. Sigh, wish i could pass all my modules jiu hao le, just a pass will do...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that she is also very stress about her exam so i did not tell her how i feel and kept it to myself. As the saying goes " One person upset is better than two people upset". Hope that she will do well and achieve the results she want. I know that she can do it and i have faith in her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow going out with friends to eat Sakura, hope that it will help me forget about my problems and relieve myself a bit ba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-3586092538369624272?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3586092538369624272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=3586092538369624272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3586092538369624272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3586092538369624272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-few-days-i-have-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4819343928221043533</id><published>2010-08-15T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T12:47:32.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So long never post le, this few days damn bored...i want to go out!!!!!!!!! =( however, i still did go out with my friends these few days. We go out eat,watch movie etc. haha!!! YOG started le, my holiday also started! PP poster also started, work also started! WTH~ All come at one go, damn sian. OH YEAH, my Birthday also coming liao. LOLS! I am too bored le, shall end here...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-4819343928221043533?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4819343928221043533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4819343928221043533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4819343928221043533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4819343928221043533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-long-never-post-le-this-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-1141578017224526538</id><published>2010-07-20T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T01:10:34.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TESBfi2JfEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/73QaG_ALNyY/s1600/27410_665377095_7499_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TESBfi2JfEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/73QaG_ALNyY/s320/27410_665377095_7499_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495659824228695106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here i am back to posting some disgusting DOG in my blog, even though it will pollute my reader's and friend's eyes. Eh doggie, you think that by removing your posts on my Friends, the matter will be settled? KNN~ What do you think you are? HumJi Nia! You can act big in front of your bitch and friends, but you are nothing more than an ant in my Eyes. And yeah! My eyes is bigger than yours too. So don't be a coward, once you post something on the web, don't remove it. By the way, you think your English is good? Erm...can i ask whether are you a Chinese? Cos from your name, it look like you are a Chinese. So why do you act like an English educated person to me? Oh, btw your "English" is nothing more than a Pri 6 student, or maybe worse. I think even my GrandMa can speak better then you? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you happen to see my post, don't bother to comment on how my English sucks because i only get a C5 for my O level. :'( But i think at least i am better than you? Cos my Chinese got an A2,if you happen to get an A1, all i can say is that you must have bribed the Markers for your paper. Oh yeah! How can i forget, i don't think you have Money to bribe people too. Erm...what do you do for a living? Do you have any jobs? Shit, i forgot to mention that i do not have a job to rely on too. However, i can always take over my father's restaurant? If you are thinking i am born with a silver spoon, you are wrong again DOG! I feel that even without my father's help, i can win you in my studies! Have you ever received awards from the President? Sorry, i am looking up to you which i should not. How about receiving awards in your school? Top 10 in whole level? Top scorer in some subjects? How about joining competitions? Just for your information, i received 5 awards in primary school, 4 in secondary, in poly temporarily i got 2 awards. As for competition, i won the chinese compo at national level, scrabble competition for the nation. I think these are enough to make you feel ashamed? YOU ARE 21YEARS OLD FOR GOD SAKE, HAVE YOU EVER MAKE YOUR FAMILY PROUD? I think u do, that is be someone's else dog and lick people shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, those friends of mine who you scolded as rubbish, trash whatever, they are 100 times better then you! Do you interact with people as often as they does? Do you have many CLOSE friends? Are you sociable? 3 questions for you only, i can help you answer if you want. Yes, you interact with people often but in DIFFERENT LANGUAGES! :) Yes, you have many "FRIENDS" which are the same kind as you and PIGS! Yes, you are of course sociable as you make many "Friends". If you don't understand, all i can say is i am saying bad things about you! YES, I am BRAVE TO ADMIT THAT! I will never remove this post! Shoot me whatever you can. But one thing to note, both of you are the one that are wrong in the 1st place. We are rubbish then i think you all are worse then us. Reason being, i don't think your Studies are better then us! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-1141578017224526538?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1141578017224526538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=1141578017224526538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1141578017224526538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1141578017224526538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/07/here-i-am-back-to-posting-some.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/TESBfi2JfEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/73QaG_ALNyY/s72-c/27410_665377095_7499_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-5432616574834743317</id><published>2010-07-02T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:33:24.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i find that LIFE is full of challenges and it is up to us whether we want to face it a not. Of cos, different people will approach their problems in different way. Some will hide in a corner and cry. Some will appear to be happy and joke around with you but deep inside, they are screaming and feeling hurt. Some will show it on their face and once you saw them, you will know that they are troubled. However, it is still better then them thinking about negatives things and try to attempt to commit suicide. What's is the point of feeling hurt over something that have already left you and make you unhappy for the rest of your life? Although i know that it is difficult to get over someone who you deeply love but once a relationship is over and she/he had left you, i see no point in you to be sad and let yourself depressed for the rest of your life. :D Always remember that you still have your Friends, Family, and who knows you may find someone you love more and have a better relationship with. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UT is coming again, i find that time have been going so fast and my exam is back again!!! =( wth~ I have to study damn hard for this exam now as i have skipped too many important lesson(dear is going to scold me!) ='( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-5432616574834743317?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5432616574834743317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=5432616574834743317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5432616574834743317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5432616574834743317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes-i-find-that-life-is-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-952038873750945715</id><published>2010-06-28T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T22:58:43.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided to publish my blog openly to the public once again, even though i know not more then 3 are reading it. Haha. Long time never update le so this are some of the recnt happenings things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1ST:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know 3 of my module grades le, they are as below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Data communication : C (i am glad as i skip many of this module lesson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Java: B(Upset about this as i thought i could get an A)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DataBase: A :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This silly dear of mine keep as me update Update and UPDATE! Haha, so here i am lor, btw i will post her OLD PIC when i got the time *hehe* my revenge!!!! wakaka XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually i have nothing to post le, end here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-952038873750945715?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/952038873750945715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=952038873750945715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/952038873750945715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/952038873750945715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/06/decided-to-publish-my-blog-openly-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4568544457022287483</id><published>2010-05-14T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:45:01.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Love is a Complicated Thing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The reason i am posting now is because someone keep  ask me post(btw it is that silly dear of mine). Haha. Now she is sleeping and i am bored to the max. Ok, back to why am i posting this. I am not a random person, so i post thing for a reason. The reason is something happen between my brother and his stead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What happened YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This bro of mine, ah hua(his nickname) have some taiji with his stead and asked us to help him settle as the other party got GANG! OMG~ SO SCARED! XD The other party is the guy that his stead have recently fall in love with. Then they agree to meet at timah there at 10 30pm. I was waked up by Vin at 9plus(i think) as he wanted to give me a lift there. Lols. Then meet him at my void deck and we go timah meet up with the others. That guy's face is fucking annoying lor, feel like punching him when he talk. Keep shake his legs, and the way he talk is so funny lor. He keep scold vulgars say ah hua damn gay, stead kana snatch nia as if the whole world is collapsing. Please lor, if ah hua dun love his stead then he will not be so unhappy le lor. This proves that he really love her and cannot lose her. Then that guy say what girls are only a "tool", a "tool" for love and sex. Make me damn pissed off. Then Xiao D rush in front and stare at that guy, after that.......................a fight broke out le lor. I finally realise something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;KIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; nowadays don't know how to fight then act like they know. I forgot to mention that that guy is only 17. Act like one ah beng like that. After kana my punch ask us stop the fight say settle calmly. Knn~ he is the one who started the fight then ask us stop. Sigh...nonsense guy...lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guys, if your stead leave you for other guys, then forget about her ba. It is not worth it, you can cry all you want but after that please move on. There is a saying " The forest is so big, walk slowly and find slowly, the one you may be finding and who is suitable for you may be right beside you" :) By the way, this is invented by me :P lols. &lt;/span&gt;&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/724664804487014507-4568544457022287483?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4568544457022287483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4568544457022287483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4568544457022287483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4568544457022287483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-is-complicated-thing-reason-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4093245291978590296</id><published>2010-03-30T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:18:32.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Holiday is so boring!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I have nothing to do at home except sleep, eat, watch tv, online!!! Argh!!! I want to go out lor!!! My only hope is the charlet from 2/4 -3/4 but now it is also not confirm le...=.= Anyone want to jio me out just pm me or sms me :) so sian at home, hope school faster start!!! Speaking of school, i truly regret not going to school during my second semester... My UT grade is great but i sucks as my daily grade!!! Therefore, i swear i will go to school more often and of course do well in y UT as well in order to pull up my diploma!!! :) Give me strength people and remind me of my goals!!! Haha!!! :D&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/724664804487014507-4093245291978590296?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4093245291978590296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4093245291978590296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4093245291978590296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4093245291978590296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/03/holiday-is-so-boring-i-have-nothing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-7933394686122173943</id><published>2010-03-23T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:28:53.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I wish i have all the $$$ in this world!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reason being that if i have all the $ in this world, my problem will be solved. I do not need to worry about my daily lunch, dinner etc. I don't even need to worry that i will run out of money when i am with my friends and end up owning people money. I could even help my parents when they needed $. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Next, i can go out with my dear without worrying about a single thing, i could give her whatever she wanted!!! :( I could plan my outing with her and i don't need to worry about the $ issue. If i have $, this will be what i will be planning. 1st: Watch movie or go Universal Studios. 2nd: buy whatever we wanted and have a snacks. 3rd: go to a shopping mall and shop around. 4th: have a romantic dinner at a restaurant. Lastly, end off with a kiss, hugs. =) However, all this is just a dream...a dream that i will try very hard to achieve. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, I REALLY HOPE I COULD FIND A JOB AND EARN $$$!!!! DAMN IT!!! EVERYTHING IS $$$!!! &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/724664804487014507-7933394686122173943?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7933394686122173943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=7933394686122173943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7933394686122173943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7933394686122173943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-i-have-all-in-this-world-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-6680860799357742282</id><published>2010-03-08T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:08:41.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, people often does the thing we don't like but it benefits us. Maybe we will hate them for what they have done to us, but they do it cos they know it will make us more mature and know more about this world. After this lesson today, i know that in this world there is nothing call FRIENDS FOREVER!!! What friends mean to us is just "someone who company us when we are studying, bored". If they really treated us like someone who they cannot lose, there will not do the things i mention below!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1ST: Lose their temper on you, show you their attitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2ND: When they know you have a stead, they will not stand between you two and force you to make a decision between them or you stead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3RD: Ignore you when they know that you need their help immediately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4TH: "Backstab" you and call you names behind or back/ talk bad behind your back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5TH: Ask you to do thing you don't want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is many more just that i do not want to mention it, i am sure you guys can differentiate between who is your REAL friends and who is your so- called "friends". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-6680860799357742282?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6680860799357742282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=6680860799357742282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6680860799357742282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6680860799357742282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-people-often-does-thing-we.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-3974050720646792618</id><published>2010-02-28T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T01:32:33.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today woke up at ard 10 45 like that, brush teeth etc then online play games le. :) At 2 plus, mum and di go out to buy my younger cousin's present while i stay at home watch tv. Waited till 4 plus go bathe then go my uncle's hse at tenah merah(dunnoe hw spell). The whole trip take ard 1 hour plus sia...haha. :) Then reach there le, i helped out in the BBQ. WTF lor, only my parents and i bbq nia at one side while my ah gong and my uncle's maid at another side. Got a lot of people there but all nv help :( Then eat the cake done by my jiu mu's friend. :) damn nice!!! :) Ard 10 plus go take mrt home!!! Then went eat mac...hehe...damn full liao. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Finally receive her sms at 11 plus, but i ard after 10 mins then saw, replied her but she nv reply back le. maybe she is sleeping le ba...&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/724664804487014507-3974050720646792618?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3974050720646792618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=3974050720646792618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3974050720646792618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3974050720646792618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-woke-up-at-ard-10-45-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-5428845014750714603</id><published>2010-02-16T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:00:34.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/S3l8TsE-OjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ue6zkqMqu7I/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/S3l8TsE-OjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ue6zkqMqu7I/s320/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438514702717958706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/S3l8QBBENrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6q2uroVdtrA/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/S3l8QBBENrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6q2uroVdtrA/s320/DSC00460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438514639619241650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today wake up at about 10plus then watch channel 8, xiao ding tang then about 11plus go bathe and go my 4th aunt house to bai nian, eat my lunch at thr too. =) Then we bus-ed down to my 3rd aunt house and at there got many jokes lah, about me and my cousins' past. Keep laugh-ed at there. At about 4 plus, me and my family cab-ed down to ang mio kio which is my ah ma's house to bai nian. Reach there le then keep watch tv and then 6plus eat dinner. I never gamble!!! =) Haha. So guai right? I also dun know why lah, this year just don't feel like gambling, maybe is cos of some1 ba. Haha!!! At 9plus, cab-ed home also and i swear i will not take manual taxi anymore!!! The old uncle fucking irritating, keep *burp*!!! Then the smell is horrible as i am sitting next to the driver's seat!!! KNN~ If today is not CNY, I will sure kan him till siao de....but i think it is also not worth my breath ba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-5428845014750714603?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5428845014750714603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=5428845014750714603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5428845014750714603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5428845014750714603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-wake-up-at-about-10plus-then.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/S3l8TsE-OjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ue6zkqMqu7I/s72-c/DSC00463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-3497530502771438375</id><published>2010-02-14T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:15:22.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Chu Yi And Valentine's Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today went out with bao bei to amk hub watch movie. Supposed to go fetch her de but i woke up late. Sry dear! After that i go lot buy top u p card which costs me $28!!! WTF~ Rob me!!! Then we mrt-ed to amk. All the shops are closed except mini toons and some others. We go buy movie tickets then went down buy her cousin's present. After that watch movie then we go my hse for steamboat!!! Dear keep want me take food for her!!! You dunnoe hw cook meh? haha... after that she come into my room...*cough* please dun anyhow think. She came into my room use laptop to play her facebook while i am sleeping. haha. dear so irritating lor, keep tickle me to wake me up as she want go home. haha. Then i company her home, i also home sweet home le. Tomorrow going be a busy day, need rush 3 places....JY!&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/724664804487014507-3497530502771438375?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3497530502771438375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=3497530502771438375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3497530502771438375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3497530502771438375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/02/chu-yi-and-valentines-day-today-went.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-514883172912914566</id><published>2010-02-14T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T02:15:46.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finish countdown with dear about 2 hours ago. Lol. I am flooded with sms from friends wishing me happy new year, sry, i cannot reply u guys as my prepaid is low. =) Tml meeting dear go otu celebrate. Today eat steamboat at my house and play a few rounds of mahjong and poker. =) Win 50cents nia. lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-514883172912914566?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/514883172912914566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=514883172912914566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/514883172912914566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/514883172912914566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-finish-countdown-with-dear-about-2.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-6131746544756894882</id><published>2010-02-03T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:42:29.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UT3 is coming le..this few days must stay back and revise MATHS le!!! Seriously, i am so scared of UT3, reason being, i skipped too many lesson from P11 onwards. Need to hurry up and catch up with the others le, if not UT3 sure will get bad results. Btw, i read the 6P for marketing and cognitive, realized i dun understand a single shit out of it....="( HOW!!!! MUST CHIONG! This sat is communication, i think read though will be fine le? Will pass? Sigh...sun need work, WTF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-6131746544756894882?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6131746544756894882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=6131746544756894882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6131746544756894882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6131746544756894882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/02/ut3-is-coming-le.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-6170880673899230412</id><published>2010-01-30T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:12:32.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Unexpected Things!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seriously, sometimes when we think that certain things will not happen to us and only television will show those things. For example: "The actor and actress in the show was riding bike in a normal speed, out of a corner, a truck appear out of a sharp turn and run the bike down. The couple die after they were admitted to the hospital." Maybe all those who are watching the show will says " What the fuck! This will not happen de lor, TV only! Chey" What they never expected is that in reality, it will happen and not impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just like someone i know..........................................................dun wish to mention it. If you know what i am actually trying to say, then keep it quiet and do not tag me. =) If you dun know what is happening here, dun ask, thx. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seriously hope that everything will go fine!!! To my baobei: Stop worrying and focus on your studies, pls dun keep thinking and become blur blur and bang onto walll...... JY for your studies. &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/724664804487014507-6170880673899230412?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6170880673899230412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=6170880673899230412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6170880673899230412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6170880673899230412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/01/unexpected-things-seriously-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-8990061059564072934</id><published>2010-01-19T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:51:04.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i feel that life is full of choices and it makes me confuse...Seriously, if i make the wrong choices, it will cause me to lose everything. Everything includes: Family, Friends, Stead etc. Therefore, this really make me feel stressed and wonder what should i do/ choose.... Maybe i should just leave everything as it is and not make any choices...will this solve everything??? My team mates told me something today..." Why dun you just grab the chances as your stead is having O level this year too right? Why not just leave her alone and let her focus and study without worrying about neglecting you?" This sentence actually put what i have in mind into words...i really think that way...leaving her to focus on her studies and score well in her exam without worrying that she is neglecting me...should end here le...it is damn late...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Confused mind......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;iloveyoudear&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/724664804487014507-8990061059564072934?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8990061059564072934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=8990061059564072934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8990061059564072934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8990061059564072934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-i-feel-that-life-is-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4012525991974520223</id><published>2010-01-01T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:41:37.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;ITEM FOR SALE: All are 24K Pure Gold!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sz3ddY3TupI/AAAAAAAAAbU/R8Iw0jLukTc/s320/DSC00443.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421733023384320658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bought it at the price of 200plus and is currently selling at $80!!!!!! It is the Year of Tiger, therefore the special offer!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-4012525991974520223?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4012525991974520223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4012525991974520223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4012525991974520223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4012525991974520223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2010/01/item-for-sale-all-are-24k-pure-gold.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sz3ddY3TupI/AAAAAAAAAbU/R8Iw0jLukTc/s72-c/DSC00443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4929149152279379088</id><published>2009-12-29T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:14:44.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What is LOVE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is Love about two people together, going out, chatting with each other every night, smsing one another? Is this what LOVE really is? So if a guy who did not go out with his stead, he does not love her? If a guy does not reply a gal text, he is wrong? If a guy did not call his stead every night, he does not miss/ love her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All the gals,let me ask you one thing. If you all can simply ignore our sms when you are studying/ working, why can't we?You want us to sms you even when we are working which is simply impossible! If we sms you, and our boss saw us, what will he think? "Are you here to work or to sms/ call your girlfriend?" This will go though his mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Next, if we do not go out with you, it does not means that we don't love or miss you. It is that we may not be free on that day or we are tired after work. If we are tired and went out with you, will you be happy if we keep yawning and could not absorb what you have just say? The answer is "NO!" Instead you will scold us: " Why do you want to go out with me when you are tired? You don't want go out just say it out! Don't keep give me the sleepy face." This will be what gals commonly say. SIGH~ Never go out with you, you scold. Go out with you also get scolded. So, why don't i just stay at home and sleep to my fullest. You can keep spamming my phone and i will just sleep peacefully as i have changed it to silent mode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lastly, i do not know why gals like us to call them at night!!! When we call them, they just kept quiet and expect us to do the talking. HELLO~~! You ask us to call you and you just kept quiet there, might as well hang up and go to sleep. This way, it will be better for both of us. I do not know why gals keep thinking that if their stead does not call them, it means that they do not miss/love them? I mean what kind of logic is this???!!! Never call = don't miss/love you...........WTF! Then i also can say when gals does not call guys, it means they have another stead! All of this does not make sense! Therefore, i have come to a conclusion, gals are nothing but an unsolved puzzle. You do not know what their mind is thinking and you will never know.....sometimes treat you good and sometime become unreasonable....&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/724664804487014507-4929149152279379088?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4929149152279379088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4929149152279379088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4929149152279379088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4929149152279379088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-love-is-love-about-two-people.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-8709587412776408874</id><published>2009-12-28T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:01:53.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;25 dec:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with dear to celebrate our 1st X'mas together. I woke up late as i am working till 1am. Therefore, the plan was totally destroyed. Meet dear at cck control station and we go Sasa for dear's makeup. Stand at there for dunnoe how many god damn hours and then mrt-ed to amk to buy tickets. "Alvin and the chipmucks 2".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SzjVYOS2cgI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wW0N0w9TIbA/s320/DSC00411.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420316763671130626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were a lot of people there and we queue for damn long until it is our turn to buy the ticket. Unfortunately, left 9 50 ticket only as the rest was sold out. So, we bought it and went to eat lunch. After eating, went bishan where i caught 4 dolls for piggy(dear). Do something else there and went back to amk where we took the Christmas decoration picture. Lastly, reach cck is already 12 05 le......so late...dear "1st time"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SzjV1TTPizI/AAAAAAAAAbM/kIwc2VNE4nM/s320/DSC00412.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420317263231159090" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-8709587412776408874?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8709587412776408874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=8709587412776408874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8709587412776408874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8709587412776408874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/25-dec-went-out-with-dear-to-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SzjVYOS2cgI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wW0N0w9TIbA/s72-c/DSC00411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-2753018102113332839</id><published>2009-12-22T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:01:46.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Goldkist Beach Resort from 20/12/2009(Sun) - 22/12/2009(Tue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am back from the chalet organised by Mr Ang Pte Ltd. Meet johnson,eddile, samuel and yu liang at cck control station at 11 45, train-ed to city hall then Mr Ang come in and meet us. After that went Sheng Siong to buy tibits and spend quite an amount of time there. After that, took bus 401 to the bus stop just outside the chalet. Checked in at P07 and we went swimming!!!! Eat dinner at long beach restaurant and Thanks for the treat MR ANG!!!! =) The dishes there damn nice!!! :) I won't 4get the story we say at the middle of the night(12am - 3am). Red colour ah ma drinking milo and in toilet bowl etc. Damn scary till no one dare go toilet.  Went bowling at the second day, Rickson joined us and at night eat fast food and play POOL!!!! Haha. Never lose to anyone in the chalet!!!COOL~ And then after that, thanks Mr Ang again for the cake!!! =) Shall end here now and picture will be uploaded asap as it is not with me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-2753018102113332839?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2753018102113332839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=2753018102113332839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/2753018102113332839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/2753018102113332839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/goldkist-beach-resort-from-20122009sun.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-7848922382441884577</id><published>2009-12-17T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:35:21.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today went Keat Hong cut hair with dear and i really regret lor!!!! Fringe is so short and mum sae i look like a gal now, seriously, i feel like that too. Hate my hairstyle now!!! Tomorrow have to go Raffles hotel take my pass, badge and name tag. Maybe starting work on Monday. =) Sian sia, tml maybe going alone, so emo......sob.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sat can get to eat the pancake cooked personally by dear!!! Feel so honor!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;IMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;eriously, i do not know why some couples can last longer while some can last only for a short while. Some say is because of mutual trust between couples but is that really the case? Then for me and my dear? I think there is ba, but still not enough.  My friends kept ask me, who keep giving in towards our relationship...my answer will always be standard, MY DEAR! Sometimes i feel like i am neglecting her, sometimes i feel like what i am doing is for her own good and for our relationship. For example: I am going to work soon and maybe can't company her for X'mas, i wan her to understand that i did not do it on purpose but is cos i am working on that day. On the other hand, i felt that i am neglecting her. If u were me, will you choose to work or company her? I really do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case all of you are wondering why am i posting about this, here is the story. Boy A and Boy B, Gal A. One day when Boy A was shopping with his friends, he saw his stead which is Gal C with Boy B. Boy A pulled his stead to one corner and started questioning her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy A: Who is this guy? Why are you with him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal A: He is my gan stead, why cannot be with him since you are going out with your friends and neglecting me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy A: When did i ever neglect you? i always go out with you at least once a week. I have to study and work my dear, u knw hw much stress i feel as i need balance between three things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal A: Once a week, u still dare sae, when did u meet ur friends? Five days a week, and u still sae u did not neglect me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy A: I...of cos have to see them five times, i am in the same sch with them and we are working together. I am doing all this for our relationship....why can't u understand me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal A: For me? What do u mean? do u really knw what i wan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy A: Of cos, i work cos i wan earn lots of $, so that i can faster marry you and at the same time buy things for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal A: You really do not know what i wan. I wan a stead to company me at least thrice a week and dote on me. At least this is what my gan stead did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this moment of time, Boy B has been dragged beside Gal A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal A started making up with boy B in front of Boy A.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy A left the place, started calling his best friend, not to ask people to whack the other guy but to ask for suggestion/ advice from the person he trusted the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy A: Nelson, can you tell me what to do now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: erm...i meet you tml can? at night....u come my hse ba. then we will talk, sorry ar, now i have no idea...tml ba....sry sry....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-7848922382441884577?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7848922382441884577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=7848922382441884577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7848922382441884577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7848922382441884577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-went-keat-hong-cut-hair-with-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-7059232460066037296</id><published>2009-12-12T23:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:17:51.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SyPA8zJmvtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/okwd3XYqmQU/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SyPA8zJmvtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/okwd3XYqmQU/s320/DSC00399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414383327784648402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Are u pleased dear??? =) I arrange de leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SyPA2yjwz0I/AAAAAAAAAas/8qNvgvvi4fg/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SyPA2yjwz0I/AAAAAAAAAas/8qNvgvvi4fg/s320/DSC00398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414383224546709314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Neat right??? Haha. i arrange it in the morning. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above two picture is done in the morning. I woke up ard 10plus then eat breakfast. After that mum ask me go arrange my books and shelf. Haha. I took my time lor, around 1plus then arrange hao everything. After that go slp and wake up ard 5pm. Wait for dad then go eat dinner at teck whye. Bought our painting equipments then go home watch tv a while jui start painting le.  Di's room almost done mine ar......SEE BELOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SyPBJ39_RiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HQLPhBmAiTg/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SyPBJ39_RiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HQLPhBmAiTg/s320/DSC00400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414383552416400930" border="0" /&gt;ONLY 1/4 done nia!!!!! =( &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. tomorrow then start painting my room ba. Currently watch tv and wait for that piggy dear go slp. ask me update de lor she. Naughty, nt feeling well still dun wan slp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-7059232460066037296?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7059232460066037296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=7059232460066037296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7059232460066037296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7059232460066037296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/are-u-pleased-dear-i-arrange-de-leh.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SyPA8zJmvtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/okwd3XYqmQU/s72-c/DSC00399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-574802454153834121</id><published>2009-12-05T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:05:09.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, i do not understand the mindset of people nowadays. They wanted to drag your daily grades down as they know they could not win you in UT. As a result, they will grab any opportunity to drag your grades down. In my case, the facilitator give each team a chance to grade another team but this person uses this opportunity and hope that it will affect my daily grade. She gave my team C+ for content(when my team covered more then HERS!!!!) , the rest is all B if i could recall. If my team's presentation is rubbish then her team's presentation will not even worth to be trash(sound familiar??? this is YP teach me de).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If SHE HAVE THE CHANCE TO SEE MY POST, HERE IS WHAT I WILL SAY TO YOU " STOP ACTING IN CLASS AND TALK RUBBISH IN YOUR TEAM. PLS CONTRIBUTE AND STOP ACTING AS THOUGH YOU ARE DOING THINGS. BESIDES THAT, PLS STOP COPY PASTE FROM THE WEBSITE, CHANGE IT INTO UR OWN WORDS SUCKER!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this type of people, they want to drag other people grade down so as to outshine you or anything. I somehow pity them as they could not do well in UT and as a result do such a thing to make other's GPA drop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-574802454153834121?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/574802454153834121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=574802454153834121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/574802454153834121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/574802454153834121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/seriously-i-do-not-understand-mindset.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-3382707352823149724</id><published>2009-11-28T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:06:54.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SxEeHlwk_pI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gGcWWUFpifQ/s1600/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SxEeHlwk_pI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gGcWWUFpifQ/s320/DSC00396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409137743192456850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the bag above??? Haha. It is my darling bought it for me de.  Today wake up at 9 plus, sms dear then went to eat breakfast. Bathe then meet dear at her storey. She today damn pretty!!! haha. We took bus to lot as it was raining and at thee u had my lunch. Dear not feeling well today cos of her 'friend'. Actually going Expo to see which laptop dear want buy de lor, in the end never go as too much people le. Therefore, we go Tampiness to shop around. =) Dear walk damn slow lor but never mind lah. Haha. We go buy HL milk then i saw a shop sell bag, i like lor. Haha. But mum sae she wun pay for me. Then my dear damn sweet lor, sae help me pay $10. LOVE HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!           ♥♥♥     In the end bought the above bag and dear help em choose de. MUCKS!!!! hehe. Then we mrt-ed to boon lay. Walk around Jurong Point then eat at the Kopitiam. Dear eat little as she not tt well. After eating, walk around some more be4 take 172 go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Dear thx for the bag&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-3382707352823149724?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3382707352823149724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=3382707352823149724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3382707352823149724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3382707352823149724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/11/see-bag-above-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SxEeHlwk_pI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gGcWWUFpifQ/s72-c/DSC00396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-5974719030309860685</id><published>2009-11-20T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:48:52.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st day without her since our breakup!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i am late for school once again. Web and New media communication. The whole morning was terrible for me as i am damn sad and hungry. by the second meeting, i have already done my slides and went to jason's class. Waiting for MC then go eat lunch. Damn tired and feel like going home.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When school ended, i mrt-ed to lot one to meet johnson. He want to buy shoes and pants for tml work. Company him for damn long and finally bought his shoe. Borrow the pants from ST. Damn sian after that, so we went to bukit timah to play pool. Damn suay, hit the black ball two times into the net!!! Nvm, overall still win. wait for bus damn long then walked home. Tml still got work some more n i haven slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I really miss her......&lt;br /&gt;What is she doing???&lt;br /&gt;Is she enjoying???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2nd Day Without Her!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 7am plus like that wake up but fell asleep again. Till 8 3o, i go bathe then go out meet johnson at cck control station. Mrt-ed to City Hall and walk to Ritz Carlton hotel. Go thr, change clothes, put bag and MAKAN!!! Btw, the canteen's rice nt nice to eat de. =) after that we go and get ready for the lunch wedding le. The manager brief us and we are divided into groups. 12 15pm, the guest are all seated down and i approarch them and asked them whether they want any red wine? LOls. Then the 1st dish is served, i keep walk around and refill people drinks and clear their plates. The ballroom is damn nice and pretty. Maybe i want to hold my wedding there too ba. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager there is a lier, sae we 1st day cannot serve drinks and wine with the silver plate, in the end, i served and even worse, need use to oval plate which i super big and heavy to serve the food!!!! My hand keep shaking when i am bringing the dishes with the oval plate. Johnson hand also keep shaking btw. Haha. I am damn suay lor! One one of the girls in my group make the saurce from the dish onto my uniform and worse is, it is not the 1st time!!!! 2nd time is the dessert, she take then slip from her hand and drop onto the uniform again!!!! Make me go toilet wash up two times!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding actually starting not that touching cos damn quiet when the couple walk up the stage and cheers with the guests. But when the groom bought out his guitar and begin strumming, the bride is already crying. Haha. At that pointof time, i feel sad.......cos it remind me of her...almost cried out but didn't.....='( The wedding end at 4 plus and we go ard clearing the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Imissu&lt;br /&gt;what are u doing over thr???&lt;br /&gt;are u ok???&lt;br /&gt;are u missing me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-5974719030309860685?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5974719030309860685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=5974719030309860685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5974719030309860685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5974719030309860685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/11/1st-day-without-her-since-our-breakup.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-1452375720720653688</id><published>2009-11-15T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:15:33.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updating due to the request of my lovely dear and ex-npcc friend. Lols. i also ask johnson update with me. Haha. XD Below is what i did when i am not blogging. Some i 4get le, so i will randomly post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Someday&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Went to play basketball with jason, YP, GX and my sem 2 classmates. Kana faked by them sia, all sae wan play bball, in the end, all go play soccer. Left me and the 3 shuai ge. KNN! After playing a while, raining, then we go toilet and wash up. After that, went to the beijing shop and eat dumpling. Damn nice lor, although it looks awful. haha. XD After that, home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Someday&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Go library study with YP, jason, jenelle. GX and MC company us. We study maths awhile then every1 hungry le, so we went to withdraw $$$ and go back the beijing shop for steamboat. The steamboat is SUPER, ULTRA DELICIOUS!!!!!!!!!! The meat is so frozen that when i want take a piece of it, the whole thing came up, like an iceberg! -.- Jason eat awhile jui dulan liao and order dumpling again to eat. To our disappointment, the dumpling also sucks le. *sigh* that is the worse steamboat i have even eaten. YP keep play with the food and we keep say this steamboat suits some1 to eat. Shld nt sae his name here. haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yesterdae&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Went out with dear and again, i overslept. Sry lah dear, damn tired mah. Actually, we are meeting grace and her friends to watch movie de, but they cancel it. Therefore, i went amk hub with dear and change her shoes. We go makan then walk around. After that, dear say want go plaza sin, so compnay her lor. MRT-ed thr and walk around again. Dear bought a notebook and we go hm liao, after a long hours there. Went arcade and then dear go packet sushi for her mei. Went home then i also home sweet home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-1452375720720653688?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1452375720720653688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=1452375720720653688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1452375720720653688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1452375720720653688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/11/updating-due-to-request-of-my-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-3573071059682578901</id><published>2009-10-15T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:35:16.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn piss off by someone who think that he is rich and show off to me. This is what happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'eh **** when are you going pay me the money you owe me sia, from last year till now leh bro, cannot lah. You say will pay till now nothing sia. So when you going pay me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****: 'wtf! like that also call me. You now need money ar? You very poor meh? need beg me for money ar? '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'eh hello!!! now is you owe me money, not i owe you leh! cb~ what beg you sia! knn!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****: 'cb~ you want how much, i give you lah! $1000 enough bo!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ' wah! you got $1000 ar? then why last time need borrow money from me? You now robbing bank ar!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****: ' knn! what rob bank, i now rich liao, what you want? I pay you back full sum lah! not like you lah, so poor!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* at that point of time i am so angry that i jst hang up the phone. Damn it! should not just hang up like that. I really wonder why people change so easily. Last year, he kept borrowing money from me and i never even chase him for it. I thought he will stop at a certain amount but........he borrow from me is the amount that no one could imagine. One day $5, one year(including the time we went out and he borrow from me) 335 x $5 = $1675!!!! WOW!!!! Surprise...btw to ****, your $1000 is not enough. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-3573071059682578901?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3573071059682578901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=3573071059682578901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3573071059682578901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3573071059682578901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/10/damn-piss-off-by-someone-who-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-7886292996876083</id><published>2009-10-13T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:34:38.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So long never post le. Lols. Friends kept asking me post and i replied ' i don't want,i have nothing to post about'. However, i am here to post again......Zzzz..... All because of a reason: Because i am here to post about my dear's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet her at 11 30 plus on saturday as it was raining and there is a lot of people taking bus. Therefore, i arrive at her house late and we went out late. Went woodland 1st for my interview before we went to suntec city. At suntec , we walk around, see things. Dear bought a puzzle for herself. =) The puzzle cost $20 plus. Lols. We say that we want to take lots of photos but in the end, we never :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a walk in the garden and at there eat sweets and open her puzzle. Went back in about 5 plus and before eating our dinner, i did something that make dear cry.....sob....her eyes is all swollen...........sigh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat Just Noodles at 6 plus. Dear eat little bit nia, same as me. Lols. We are like damn full...then send dear home via mrt. After send her back home, home sweet home for me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-7886292996876083?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7886292996876083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=7886292996876083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7886292996876083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7886292996876083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-long-never-post-le.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4761088936163577475</id><published>2009-09-17T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:56:20.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SrIiZHyzK2I/AAAAAAAAAXo/xBFFY2G_SKM/s1600-h/tammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SrIiZHyzK2I/AAAAAAAAAXo/xBFFY2G_SKM/s320/tammy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382402319645354850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you Tammy:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; computer language is where u write a programme for the computer to react to. that's all. btw there is a typo error when i write "breathe n breath ok!" and do u think u have the right to scold me sucker? wow~ then u are a FUCKER! No offense, just to rebute u on that. btw the standard of teck whye must be dropping as i heard u get A1 for ur english as well. i don't feel xia suay as well cos i feel that it is just a minor error i make in typing. u have nth better to do to keep harping on it.  so enough le. u scold me and i scold u back, so that is settle le. no offensive language to me n u le. PEACE! btw if johnson really sae that to u n i misunderstood u then i apologise for that. cos what he told me is the opposite of what u posted. SRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-4761088936163577475?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4761088936163577475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4761088936163577475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4761088936163577475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4761088936163577475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-you-tammy-computer-language-is-where.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SrIiZHyzK2I/AAAAAAAAAXo/xBFFY2G_SKM/s72-c/tammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-3728047443932051979</id><published>2009-09-12T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:38:50.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today wake up ard 11 plus like that then go brush teeth watch tv then eat breakfast. After that i stay at home and wait for mum n di packet lunch for me. They go lot while i stay at hm. lols. Bathe ard 4pm then watch tv lor. Dinner was at jurong west thr. the queue damn long de then wait abt 45mins then the food is served. After that, walk ard then mum pay for me shorts!!! ahah. Then home sweet home le. Dear nw at homestay n sleeping. enjoy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow going eat w sir fc n johnson, dunnoe need pay hw much $$$ sia. i scared i nt enough, i broke le lor. dun hv job!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-3728047443932051979?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3728047443932051979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=3728047443932051979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3728047443932051979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3728047443932051979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-wake-up-ard-11-plus-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4278019885741294576</id><published>2009-09-11T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:10:19.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqppcrQf7LI/AAAAAAAAAW4/B6n07qa1mlA/s1600-h/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. just finish chatting with dear. haha. ask her rmb tell me the flight no, time, and terminal. hope she will remember. mucks. love u. she still ask me sms shirleen tell her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so wat did i do today? sleep till 10 plus, watch tv, cook maggie eat again. haha. then bathe at ard 4plus lor. mucks. i am so bored at hm lor. sadded. sigh...nth else le..sob...my life so boring, keep stay at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-4278019885741294576?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4278019885741294576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4278019885741294576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4278019885741294576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4278019885741294576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-look-so-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-8819126462833632102</id><published>2009-09-10T15:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:13:25.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today 7am plus dear call, chat for 11mins then she have to go for her activities le. sigh. miss her so much. Then i watch TV then cook maggie mee eat. Dun knw why the maggie taste so bad to eat. Maybe is my mood bad that y taste everything also bad. After eating, watch TV a while again then go sleep le. I had a dream. I dreamt that i am in Japan too, lols!!! some more is with my basketball mates. Then i know how speak japanese. lols!!! =) then about 2 30 plus wake up then sms dear tell her i just woke up. Went bathe and now posting lor! Watching TV and eating chocolate!!! HAHA!!! i miss dear so much, she sae she will update me at night. I hope she faster come back and is well and healthy!!! DEAR!!! U enjoying urself there? Hv fun ba.... I dunnoe why i today so blur..keep foget what i am doing!!! Like cook maggie then forget switch on fire, cook hao le 4get wash! Sigh..i am so blur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y YOU TREAT ME LIKE THAT!!!! AM I NTH TO U??? Y DO U ALWAYS IGNORE ME WHEN YOU ARE WITH FRIEND??? EVEN IN S'PORE!!!!! forget it lah! i knw i am nt as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;impt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in ur heart as compared to ur&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! U sae will call me when u&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;reach hotel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, will update me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U keep dun believe me!!!! ask me find other gals?? am i a flirt? if i am in ur eyes then just sae so and i will leave u!!! U kept&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; disbelieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me then hurt me, u sae will trust me de, in the end, u still dun believe me . i dunnoe wat u wan......i dunnoe wat cn i do to make u believe me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;BYE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear iloveyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Miss u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;rmb ur promises to me wor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;dun let ppl bully u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-8819126462833632102?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8819126462833632102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=8819126462833632102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8819126462833632102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8819126462833632102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-7am-plus-dear-call-chat-for.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-8982993155946512816</id><published>2009-09-09T23:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:58:37.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqfgnNqM8II/AAAAAAAAAWo/jen0pHObQEc/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379515244203536514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqfgnNqM8II/AAAAAAAAAWo/jen0pHObQEc/s320/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sqfgi5TpiTI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GxxGJutBrvM/s1600-h/DSC06815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379515170020755762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sqfgi5TpiTI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GxxGJutBrvM/s320/DSC06815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am upset now cos dear never sms me and update me every night. Sigh...nvm...sad now!!! I am posting of what i do today. Never sleep at all and dear finally call me at 10am..sigh...i hope she is enjoying now ba.. miss her so much. I cook for myself maggie then think of dear so the soup a little salty lah!!! Nvm. I slept a while the jui went bathe and go out le. I hate those who attack ppl from behind. I am attck by dunnoe who from behind when i go revenge my brother. I was being attacked behind my back and head!!! See doctor and he sew my head wounds. so head ok le nw!! Now back pain, the backbone like broken. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;not going slp&lt;/span&gt; tonight&lt;/span&gt; as heart pain, back pain.....maybe will slp but is tomorrow morning then slp. I sms dear so many times yet no reply... =( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/724664804487014507-8982993155946512816?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8982993155946512816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=8982993155946512816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8982993155946512816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8982993155946512816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-upset-now-cos-dear-never-sms-me.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqfgnNqM8II/AAAAAAAAAWo/jen0pHObQEc/s72-c/DSC00195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-6458593029341520872</id><published>2009-09-08T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:50:16.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently posting at dear house. going to send her off soon le. going miss her very much. i hope i will sleep early too. maybe will keep play games till i am tired ba so dunnid think so much of her. i ask her to take care of herself in japan, i believe she will!!! xD hope she enjoy herself ba. i give her a letter and ask her read when she is on the plane. hope she will smile when she is reading the letter. i got put in extra something. =)) hehe. JAPAN IS SO BEAUTIFUL LOR!!! i am going to japan when i got married or even earlier ba if i got $$$!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear take care of urself and enjoy urself hor! dun let ppl bully u. xD&lt;br /&gt;dun let ppl take advantage of ur kindness. =)&lt;br /&gt;dun get hurt!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. remember to think of me wor. hope u faster come bk, in one piece xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back from sending dear off for japan le!!! =( when i saw her going in, my mind went blank and tears almost started flowing out, but i fought it back. Dear never reply my sms le. dunnoe wat she is doing right nw? how did she feel after reading my letter? dear i hope u will enjoy urself there and 4get abt me! remember ur promises hor! currently watch tv and eating to get dear off my mind but still fightning my tears back.....luv u dear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-6458593029341520872?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6458593029341520872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=6458593029341520872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6458593029341520872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6458593029341520872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/currently-posting-at-dear-house.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-2086791034572091616</id><published>2009-09-06T22:14:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:19:23.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqPEtaT3P7I/AAAAAAAAAWY/pZVyWpOQkZQ/s1600-h/Picture_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378358664446295986" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqPD6qBCaqI/AAAAAAAAAVI/6i9vOEu0wpY/s320/Picture_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqPD2T3DEpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/s3Lm4DGgTy0/s1600-h/Picture_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378357717822018194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqPD2T3DEpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/s3Lm4DGgTy0/s320/Picture_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqPDyKbkZAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/-8zLNMtLOSQ/s1600-h/Picture_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378357646571365378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqPDyKbkZAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/-8zLNMtLOSQ/s320/Picture_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqPDtXrlt4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/TOVmfUpRlfo/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378357564228876162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqPDtXrlt4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/TOVmfUpRlfo/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The products i am selling!!!!! xD do support me kae? interested pls call me! =)&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-2086791034572091616?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2086791034572091616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=2086791034572091616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/2086791034572091616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/2086791034572091616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/products-i-am-selling-xd-do-support-me.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqPEtaT3P7I/AAAAAAAAAWY/pZVyWpOQkZQ/s72-c/Picture_013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4511486600686429857</id><published>2009-09-04T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:34:16.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your view on yourself:You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Your views on educationYou may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-4511486600686429857?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4511486600686429857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4511486600686429857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4511486600686429857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4511486600686429857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-view-on-yourselfyou-are.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-6932593998785418100</id><published>2009-09-04T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:31:40.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today suppose to go sentosa with yen ping they all de but i overslept. Hehe. so go boon lay meet johnson and his friends. Go eat my breakfast then they all went arcade play. After that, me,johnson,dexter and two others went the army open house 2009. damn fun there as we get many freebies(but not all). Went to the virtual shooting and go try the adventage place there exercise. Finally got a chance to play flying fox le, miss it when i am in npcc for sec 3 n 4. It is fun lah! haha. nt scary de, i juz run then off i go liao. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if u wan break then break ba. enjoy urself at japan, hope u will find ur new love soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if u tik u hv treat me better than ur friends, u need to think again. u show me ur fucking attitude but did u show it to them when u are angry? whatever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;just want to let u knw, i am still deeply in love with u......nvm.....u won't believe but it is the truth....enjoy urself in japan ba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-6932593998785418100?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6932593998785418100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=6932593998785418100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6932593998785418100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6932593998785418100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-suppose-to-go-sentosa-with-yen.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-476289958055959835</id><published>2009-09-03T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:28:30.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nelson is selling mooncake now, anyone who is interested, sms me or msn ba. =) got lots of flavours and all is delicious, cannot upload picture as there is some problem on blogger!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! remember to contact me when you are interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-476289958055959835?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/476289958055959835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=476289958055959835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/476289958055959835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/476289958055959835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/nelson-is-selling-mooncake-now-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-3260156654707960307</id><published>2009-09-01T16:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:19:03.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqJzQLTkjCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/jzdqZZgEZnI/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377987626783771682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqJzQLTkjCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/jzdqZZgEZnI/s320/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       W14C friends give de!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqJzFLEjd2I/AAAAAAAAAUY/-ex3mIg8y4k/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377987437742225250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqJzFLEjd2I/AAAAAAAAAUY/-ex3mIg8y4k/s320/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqJzAQWZGaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ZI6hJfLaw4g/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377987353259874722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqJzAQWZGaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ZI6hJfLaw4g/s320/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear give de present!!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterdae is my birthday and teacher's day. i went back secondary school and wait for dear to be release. after that, went dear's house take my present and went back my own home. Open the present le then sleep a while jui go out. Went JP watch movie and dear is damn frighten!!!!! haha. saw jason so many times!!!!! =_=lll then after that went eat dinner then home sweet home!!!! =) love dear's present!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all not happy then come talk face to face. dun kbkp. i wait for u all. call gang i also not scared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-3260156654707960307?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3260156654707960307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=3260156654707960307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3260156654707960307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3260156654707960307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterdae-is-my-birthday-and-teachers.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SqJzQLTkjCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/jzdqZZgEZnI/s72-c/DSC00318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-8486375284349299354</id><published>2009-08-24T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:57:35.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now posting on wat i do yesterdae. 23/8. haha. 2+ sms johnson want go lot bo then he reply go JP with sir, so i faster bathe and 3+ go out. 6+ eat dinner with sir n johnson then at there johnson keep disiao sir fc then laugh laugh! i pay back sir fc wat i owe him liao. =) haha. johnson going thailand soon, dear going japan soon. left me alone here at s'pore. sian............27 start work, who will company me go buy polo shirt????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-8486375284349299354?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8486375284349299354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=8486375284349299354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8486375284349299354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8486375284349299354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-posting-on-wat-i-do-yesterdae.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-3266143630625831270</id><published>2009-08-23T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:37:27.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home is just another place for me to sleep in, i have no feelings in this family anymore. I do not care about the so called family relationship anymore. As long as i have $ in the future, you all will come begging me for it. I have no time for your nonsense as i want to focus on my studies le! I regretted not studying hard for my semster 1 which i think i will fail my maths for the 1st time in UT3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-3266143630625831270?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3266143630625831270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=3266143630625831270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3266143630625831270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3266143630625831270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-is-just-another-place-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-8684358544550956111</id><published>2009-08-20T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:51:32.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19/8&lt;br /&gt;Currently surfing net and watching tv. No mood to revise for my UT3 science tomorrow. Maybe is because i miss her too much and i am tired ba. Today enterprise UT was quite okay. Think i could get a B ba. Wish that all my UT3 modules will get B ba. That is my hope. Saturday will revise maths n programming! Say easy, see how on weekend ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEar i miss you..........................what are you doing there? today is our wedding anniversary..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-8684358544550956111?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8684358544550956111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=8684358544550956111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8684358544550956111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8684358544550956111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/198-currently-surfing-net-and-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4487527193138847927</id><published>2009-08-18T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:46:53.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently studying for my UT3 tomorrow and i feel so tired! Wonder whether dear have reach her grandma's house le mah! When i received her sms at class, i am so shocked, why so many people____ recently???? sigh. By th way i am posting not because i am slacking but i am really having headache now and want rest! So much theories to remember and i cannot remember them all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =( i feel that i will do badly for my UT3!!!!!!! ARGHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-4487527193138847927?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4487527193138847927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4487527193138847927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4487527193138847927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4487527193138847927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/currently-studying-for-my-ut3-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-171880434432814305</id><published>2009-08-16T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:00:22.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SoboZ2pj2mI/AAAAAAAAASg/1WIavxDZ77Y/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370235136550099554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SoboZ2pj2mI/AAAAAAAAASg/1WIavxDZ77Y/s320/DSC00298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat 15/8:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up by dear sms at about 9plus then go wash up and see tv. Mum mopping floor and cause me can't fetch dear and it is raining when i go out. Sms dear ask her meet me at lot one control station. I arrived earlier then her and wait for her. When she came, we went library to use laptop and about 1plus went to eat. Suppose to meet Kar Yin de but something happen and she never go work so never go bugis le. Went shop then go This Fashion bought something for dear and then we go eat ice-cream. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that i waited for dad come fetch me then go eat dinner. I HATE MY PARENTS!!!! You all think i am rich? Everything i pay on my own, eat dinner i pay then you all order drinks never ask me want drink a not!!! What the Fcuk!!!! Don't ever expect me to eat with you all again. Eat with you and eat myself got difference meh? I pay on my own then nobody chat with me. Isn't it the same. You all training me to be independant without you all huh? So that after you die i can get used to eating without you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who think that RP is a useless poly, think again! Who says that RP no exam?? You are so noob, so just fcuk off lah! Fucking NOOB! You think your exam is much? Then quit school lah! Don't see that you are make for studies, you are made to sweep the floor! Don't know anything then don't post on facebook lah! _l_&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-171880434432814305?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/171880434432814305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=171880434432814305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/171880434432814305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/171880434432814305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/sat-158-woke-up-by-dear-sms-at-about.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SoboZ2pj2mI/AAAAAAAAASg/1WIavxDZ77Y/s72-c/DSC00298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-6251106413332666305</id><published>2009-08-10T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:52:58.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9/8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear and mine anniversary!!!!! =) 10 plus go out and go fetch dear! Weather damn hot! Saw dear as she walked out of her house then i say she is short!!!! That is the truth okay! Then we walked to somewhere and buy presents for her friends. Went amk hub after that to watch movie. Damn sian as not lover's seat, that means cannot hug dear and kiss her!!! ="( sadded. Then we shop shop a while go eat dinner. Had crabs!!! Dear like so happy!!!! Sigh, happy in seeing crab then seeing me.....sob....she look happier in seeing the crab rather than see me!!!! sob....haha!!!! Then home sweet home!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-6251106413332666305?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6251106413332666305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=6251106413332666305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6251106413332666305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6251106413332666305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/98-my-dear-and-mine-anniversary-10-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-2691739496791707369</id><published>2009-08-02T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:14:15.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SnWQ6qseWlI/AAAAAAAAASY/leSl0DXEjYs/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365353868649454162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SnWQ6qseWlI/AAAAAAAAASY/leSl0DXEjYs/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today went and have my tatoo done then go out with parents. Wakaka. Haha. Enjoyed myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Post another day, now no mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-2691739496791707369?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2691739496791707369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=2691739496791707369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/2691739496791707369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/2691739496791707369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-went-and-have-my-tatoo-done-then.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SnWQ6qseWlI/AAAAAAAAASY/leSl0DXEjYs/s72-c/DSC00289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-1077511775993214474</id><published>2009-07-26T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:19:58.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>26/7 (Today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went east coat park with parents and brother. He cycle only lor. We walk walk. At there keep get insect bite. WTF! Haha. Then went changi eat then home sweet home. Now watching Liverpool VS Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with dear to vivo. I overslept. Hehe. 10 plus then woke up. Haha. =) Then sms dear to shift the time. We meet at lot one and dear arrive late. Sigh, why always i wait for her de? Nvm. Then go lot eat first then we mrted to outram park and change mrt to habourfront. At there, walk walk and window shopping with dear. Then we sat down and chit chat about many things. Hehe. Then around 4 plus, go buy things home for mum and then home sweet home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-1077511775993214474?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1077511775993214474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=1077511775993214474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1077511775993214474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1077511775993214474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/267-today-went-east-coat-park-with.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-2420843078950868707</id><published>2009-07-25T01:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:20:53.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmnswmllgwI/AAAAAAAAASI/5OjDf1dr_40/s1600-h/DSC07618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362077151097357058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmnswmllgwI/AAAAAAAAASI/5OjDf1dr_40/s320/DSC07618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmnsrepOwyI/AAAAAAAAASA/HjD4XVbVXVw/s1600-h/DSC07617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362077063065813794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmnsrepOwyI/AAAAAAAAASA/HjD4XVbVXVw/s320/DSC07617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Smnsl1FMq4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/jXqhWfS-KZ4/s1600-h/DSC07611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362076966009482114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Smnsl1FMq4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/jXqhWfS-KZ4/s320/DSC07611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmnsfsncUZI/AAAAAAAAARw/yiKmQT-Zfr0/s1600-h/DSC07598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362076860657979794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmnsfsncUZI/AAAAAAAAARw/yiKmQT-Zfr0/s320/DSC07598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmnsYe4yqqI/AAAAAAAAARo/SyrLr_LLPmU/s1600-h/DSC07589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362076736713566882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmnsYe4yqqI/AAAAAAAAARo/SyrLr_LLPmU/s320/DSC07589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmnsQ7w_5nI/AAAAAAAAARg/nClEfNEDnIE/s1600-h/DSC07588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362076607026554482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmnsQ7w_5nI/AAAAAAAAARg/nClEfNEDnIE/s320/DSC07588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are the photos that we took on Tuesday. Had to wear formal clothes. WTF! Haha. Cos we are doing the interview. I can  tell you that i will not get the job cos the interview with my faci sucks. I am so nervous that i forgot everything. Sian. Hope in the future, i can calm myself down and get the job i interviewed for ba. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-2420843078950868707?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2420843078950868707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=2420843078950868707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/2420843078950868707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/2420843078950868707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/above-are-photos-that-we-took-on.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmnswmllgwI/AAAAAAAAASI/5OjDf1dr_40/s72-c/DSC07618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-8583491948258370602</id><published>2009-07-22T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:59:52.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/span&gt; You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-8583491948258370602?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8583491948258370602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=8583491948258370602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8583491948258370602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8583491948258370602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-view-on-yourself-you-are-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4559965939877306817</id><published>2009-07-20T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:47:43.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Health is more important than anything in this world, i want to recover soon as soon as possible. Want to go back to school as if i miss out one day, it would be difficult for me to catch up with the rest. Therefore, i want to recover fast and go back to school!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder why couple keep fighting over small things. Is it worth the energy? Do couple quarrel to understand each other better? If it does then it is a good way of expressing themselves and get to know each other better. If they quarrel and broke up, then is it worth the effort? If they could give in to each other then everything would be solved right? In a relationship, we should give and take. Of course if a couple is happy together, then nothing will break them up. At least not that easily. A couple should also share their feelings and memories together. Happy, sad, angry, jealous etc, everything is a past of a couple but we should endure all this problems together. LOVE!!! Who actually know the true meaning of this four letters? To me, L - Learning, O - Observe, V- Verify, E - Express. We must&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Learn&lt;/span&gt; to give in to the other party and be there when they need us. We must also&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Learn&lt;/span&gt; to adapt to our partners personality as they are different than us and we cannot expect them to change for us. We must &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Observe&lt;/span&gt; other couples in how they treat their partners and treat our partners the same ways as well.  We must also &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Observe&lt;/span&gt; our partners carefully whether are they unhappy etc. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Verify&lt;/span&gt;, what do i mean by that, it is easy for us to believe what others says about our partners and we tend to get angry with our stead without &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Verifying&lt;/span&gt; what our friends says are true anot. By doing so, it just shows how little trust we have in our partners. It will make them sad as we rather trust what others says rather than believing in them. So, we should sit down and think carefully what others says is the truth a not and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Verify&lt;/span&gt; with our partners in a careful and caring way and not just scold them based on what people says. Lastly, of course we should &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Express &lt;/span&gt;our feelings to our couples but do not express unhappiness too much as it will sour your relationship with your partners. The ways we&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Express&lt;/span&gt; ourselves is also very crucial to our relationship as we should not show our partner in an unhappy way throughout the relationship together. In fact, we should &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Express &lt;/span&gt;ourselves in a way that it won't hurts the other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, no matter what happens, we should stay by our partners side and company them overcome their problems. Although couple argue, but they should not break up over small things. =) JY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-4559965939877306817?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4559965939877306817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4559965939877306817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4559965939877306817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4559965939877306817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/health-is-more-important-than-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-2033723251735931200</id><published>2009-07-18T21:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:03:01.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmHT85sZjbI/AAAAAAAAARY/Hyb841WygY0/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359798074780257714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmHT85sZjbI/AAAAAAAAARY/Hyb841WygY0/s320/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmHT8hmG-zI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nmKC0W8MNhY/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359798068311423794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmHT8hmG-zI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nmKC0W8MNhY/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Penguin!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmHT1SuZbHI/AAAAAAAAARI/jDOC7CytAWQ/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359797944060570738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmHT1SuZbHI/AAAAAAAAARI/jDOC7CytAWQ/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SmHT1L7X6DI/AAAAAAAAARA/SSeMshc9vkY/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359797942235949106" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today wake up at 7 am, leg damn pain, prepare go Jurong Bird Park with Darling. She keep ask me dun go out lor. But i don't care lah, a man must honour his words and don't want see you sad. Upon reaching there, dear hold on tight to me as i have difficulty walking. We went to eat breakfast(extra de) then enter park liao. Went to see penguin first follow by the rest. THEY ARE AS CUTE AS MY DEAR!!!!! =P I think dear look cuter. =D Haha. Took lots of pic and i kept limping lor!!! Hate my leg ar!!! I am sure dear never enjoy today, she look unhappy. She keep holding and support me, must be tough on you. Then we went buy presents for leonda then go dear house eat panadol, curry chicken. =) Slept on dear's bed!!!!!!!!!!!! XD so comfortable lor, but if can hug her sleep, i sure fast sleep liao. =) Shall end here now as i have fever and my leg pain pain now. 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Sigh. Here is a summary of how i fare in my Understanding Test :&lt;br /&gt;Maths : C&lt;br /&gt;Science : C+&lt;br /&gt;Enterprise : B&lt;br /&gt;Programming: B+&lt;br /&gt;Cognitive : A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results is so bad lor. WTF! Hate my result lah. Sian. If a person who you look up to in the past suddenly ask you to join his gang what will you do? In the past maybe i will but now it is almost impossible le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-861068912403778887?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/861068912403778887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=861068912403778887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/861068912403778887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/861068912403778887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/nelson-has-gone-back-to-what-he-was-3.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-1489264529055637621</id><published>2009-07-15T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:07:33.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;mother jus pass away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;good ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;wat happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;heart att&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;sry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;i tot u holidae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;no la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;hw u nw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;hol i happy alr&lt;br /&gt;still ok lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;wonder that time ur hse downstairs got....&lt;br /&gt;so is ur hse...&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;tmr go cremate alr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;when de sia&lt;br /&gt;oh ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;sat lo&lt;br /&gt;sun alr set up le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;wah piang&lt;br /&gt;like that hw sia&lt;br /&gt;wan us company u go out bo&lt;br /&gt;sian, johnson offline liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;i alr ask nutella out le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;oh ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;then dun disturb u two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;so maybe aft 2 weeks lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;enjoy ur outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;very busy this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;ask her lend u her shoulder ba&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;try lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;got anything msn us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Nst says:&lt;br /&gt;go movie den lean on her shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;☠Nelson☠ says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BAD NEWS!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And i do not know how to express my feeling now.My heart  like feel sank too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Heard this news at....1am plus.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-1489264529055637621?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1489264529055637621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=1489264529055637621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1489264529055637621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1489264529055637621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/nst-says-mother-jus-pass-away-nelson.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-7533487426776079122</id><published>2009-07-14T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:36:33.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Motherly love is the best thing in the world as i saw a mum sacrificing for her child and took great care of her daughter on the MRT today. Which makes me wonder is all the parents in the world alike? Will her daughter relationship with her will stay throughout their life? In the past, my parents always took great care of me and give me all the attention i need. However, when i grow up, i feel that i don't need the extra attention from them. In fact, i feel that i do not need their attention anymore. I could take good care of myself which means that i don't need them to give me the care and concern anymore. Although i kept hearing people said that parents and child should keep bonding their relationship., but i don't feel there is a need. As when i reach home after school, i will just switch on my laptop, do my homework and play games. There is no way i could sit down with my parents and chit-chat. I think most of the family is also like that ba. Besides work, homework,sleep,eat there is nothing else le. In my life, there is no way i will express my emotions and feelings anymore. I don't feel the need to actually cos i don't want to solve the problems myself le. What the point of sharing with people when they can't help you? No point....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-7533487426776079122?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7533487426776079122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=7533487426776079122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7533487426776079122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7533487426776079122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/motherly-love-is-best-thing-in-world-as.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4211155691578423937</id><published>2009-07-14T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:30:15.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sltddi6mvwI/AAAAAAAAALw/N6JUQ6vOQcE/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decided to post now as a reponse to my dear's post on her blog. The UT2  really sucks as it is more difficult than UT1. I will give an example of what happen today. I stare at the screen for about 10 minutes before i came to my senses that i haven even do any questions yet as the first question already stunned me. By the way, i am having Enterprise UT2 today. Overall, the calculations were quite easy but the theory part is where i think i will fail horrible. Tomorrow got Maths UT2 le. And is still do not know how to do most of the questions. Die le lah!! will fail tomorrow i think. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear i miss you too...&lt;br /&gt;hope saturday you can go out ba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-4211155691578423937?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4211155691578423937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4211155691578423937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4211155691578423937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4211155691578423937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/decided-to-post-now-as-reponse-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-379277480289603828</id><published>2009-07-12T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:30:11.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today woke up at 10 am pus, went eat breakfast then go bathe le. Go out fetch dear, Waited for so long then finally she came out. THen have to go bk to school again as she 4get exchange the npcc room key for her ez-link. Damn sian. After that went dear's house, eat, wait for her bathe hao then we go out le. Walked to lot, went popular and buy the things dear wanted. Walk walk then go mac slack n eat snacks. I GOING BROKE LE!!!! ='( sadded. After that sent her home then i also hsh!!! =) Dear i really love you. Pls believe me. I never angry or sad lor. enjoy urself tmr. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-379277480289603828?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/379277480289603828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=379277480289603828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/379277480289603828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/379277480289603828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-woke-up-at-10-am-pus-went-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4867972177315724729</id><published>2009-07-09T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:24:48.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SlXvmL7H-WI/AAAAAAAAALo/XG6P_qhUSo0/s1600-h/DSC06872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356450771141917026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SlXvmL7H-WI/AAAAAAAAALo/XG6P_qhUSo0/s320/DSC06872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my dear and mine 22nd ANNIVERSARY!!!! =)) So happy that we were together for so long. ILOVEYOU dear. Miss you whenever i close my eyes. IMISSYOU dear. Although we faced many problem during the day we stead but i never regret steading with you dear. Whatever you do will affect me deeply as when you are sad, i will be sad too. When you are happy, i will be happy too. When you faced problems, feel free to come to me and i will lend a listening ear to you! =) Just wants to tell you that i will be there whenever you are sad,happy,angry etc. My love for you will keep increasing as the hours passes by. =) misses you so much till whenever i close my eyes, images of you will keep flashing pass my mind. I realise that i miss you so much till i cannot focus on my work and revision. ='( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Good luck for our promotion test on 11/7=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Believe in yourself, i am sure you can do it de!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Take good care of yourself and JY!!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;x33&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/724664804487014507-4867972177315724729?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4867972177315724729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4867972177315724729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4867972177315724729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4867972177315724729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-my-dear-and-mine-22nd.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SlXvmL7H-WI/AAAAAAAAALo/XG6P_qhUSo0/s72-c/DSC06872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-5854076954180665580</id><published>2009-07-05T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:52:58.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SlCuJRECF8I/AAAAAAAAALg/m-SFx6tb_fs/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354971431165892546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SlCuJRECF8I/AAAAAAAAALg/m-SFx6tb_fs/s320/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SlCuE3f8VUI/AAAAAAAAALY/v7mFwTkrrOo/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354971355584156994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SlCuE3f8VUI/AAAAAAAAALY/v7mFwTkrrOo/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SlCt_ok-RfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2AJ2lsjQB-A/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354971265679377906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SlCt_ok-RfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2AJ2lsjQB-A/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today woke up at 12 plus. Damn tired as yesterday slept late. Woke up eat parents buy de bee hoon then they go out for lunch le. I chatted with dear!!! =)) her voice damn sweet de. hehe. She keep ask me bathe then finally, 2pm plus i go bathe le then eat parents buy de chicken rice then they went out go buy ice-cream. Left me alone at home again. Chatted with dear again and she is doing her homework. History. Haha. Above is the ice-cream i ate, Kasper. LOLS!!! And parents and di also at durian while i ate one nia. Cos don't quite like ar...after that they went to ah ma house le then i alone again. Called dear and helped her. After that order macdonald. =)) Logged in and chat with dear again!!! HEHE!!! =)) Keep raining, then dear very abnormal, say want switch on air-con. WTH!!! Dear crazy liao. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tomorrow got school, damn sian lah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dear enjoy your "trip"tomorrow wor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sleep early!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Luv u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*mucks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MIss you!!! ='(&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/724664804487014507-5854076954180665580?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5854076954180665580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=5854076954180665580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5854076954180665580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5854076954180665580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-woke-up-at-12-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SlCuJRECF8I/AAAAAAAAALg/m-SFx6tb_fs/s72-c/DSC00236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-6768587516693030252</id><published>2009-07-04T20:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:58:56.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sk9N0e9S68I/AAAAAAAAALI/ow1lPVOac80/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354584046025501634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sk9N0e9S68I/AAAAAAAAALI/ow1lPVOac80/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sk9NwGcJmnI/AAAAAAAAALA/BPtwJc8JCaI/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354583970724551282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sk9NwGcJmnI/AAAAAAAAALA/BPtwJc8JCaI/s320/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sk9NnO4eZYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UWuDIHe_UIU/s1600-h/DSC06872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354583818372015490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sk9NnO4eZYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UWuDIHe_UIU/s320/DSC06872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sk9NWufBJ4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/K1YjywoTjgA/s1600-h/DSC06869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354583534797399938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sk9NWufBJ4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/K1YjywoTjgA/s320/DSC06869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SAME SMILE??? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sk9NRb1b2qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/U_RSywGgDAI/s1600-h/DSC06868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354583443891804834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sk9NRb1b2qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/U_RSywGgDAI/s320/DSC06868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i am late to fetch dear as i am waiting for di to bathe hao. Sorry dear!!! After bathing took 172 to dear's house then we walk to lot, on the way there,dear keep beat me *PAIN!!!* *sobs..* Took mrt to ang mio kio and dear go top up and we went to buy movie tickets. The queue damn long and i am frustrated and dear keep blaming me and say is i late that why cannot buy the tickets earlier. In the end we bought the Ice Age 3 tickets at 2 20pm de. Went coffee shop eat then walk to cheers to buy sweets. After that we go in the theatre le. SIGH!!! Cannot hug dear as the seats is not lovers seat. Sian...the movie quite funny and the character all so cute de. =)) I will give the movie 3/5 ba. I learn a new wod that i can called my dear le. "Peaches" =) Dear don't angry wor. MUCKS! After movie took mrt then go buy mac de ice cream then Home Sweet Home. =) Overall, i enjoy today outing with dear. Hope can save enough $ and dear can go out on 18/7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss you dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Take good care of yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Any problems you faced, feel free to talk to me, i will lend you a listening ear. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-6768587516693030252?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6768587516693030252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=6768587516693030252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6768587516693030252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6768587516693030252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/same-smile-today-i-am-late-to-fetch.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sk9N0e9S68I/AAAAAAAAALI/ow1lPVOac80/s72-c/DSC00231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-1154396866517741997</id><published>2009-07-02T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:01:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sky8vLpVX3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/kHzpSXVqtWI/s1600-h/Photo0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353861575802707826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sky8vLpVX3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/kHzpSXVqtWI/s320/Photo0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sky8mCDeE4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ksbGt-qUcB4/s1600-h/Photo0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353861418609152898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sky8mCDeE4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ksbGt-qUcB4/s320/Photo0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sky8cBGnxtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kkhNm3Gyblg/s1600-h/Photo0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353861246555244242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sky8cBGnxtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kkhNm3Gyblg/s320/Photo0238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of school and i am so sleepy!!! Hehe. Never even do anything for the programming today lor. Think will get a C ba. Sian...tomorrow science!!! Must work hard!!! KNN...got 2 A's for the e-learning but it is norminal. WTF! Waste my energy ar...never mind, this proves that i can score better want i do the wok myself!!! =) But i will still cooperate with you guys if you all want me in your group. LOls. And we took some picture together, Hehe,pity not class photo and don't have most of my classmates picture. Never  mind. Miss you dear. Sian...saturday faster come.... ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-1154396866517741997?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1154396866517741997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=1154396866517741997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1154396866517741997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1154396866517741997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-day-of-school-and-i-am-so-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sky8vLpVX3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/kHzpSXVqtWI/s72-c/Photo0241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-44397093264710821</id><published>2009-07-01T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:38:07.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just received a call from my brothers. Having a headache now, head pain till cannot tahan!!! Later go eat panadol. Here our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brothers: EH EH Nelson!! Nigel,Ah long and botak here hor!You now free bo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: Siao ar, now what time le. You don't nid slp i need sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nigel: Wah lao, long time never saw you le sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me: Then? Aiya. Next time lah! I meet you all next time when i free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ah Long: EH Fcuk lah you, when you will free de? Knn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Botak: Yeah lah! Cheebye de lah you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: Hello, you all meet at night de leh. I got school de sia and need wake up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nigel: Now go pub want bo? Damn sian sia. We now at Vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: Knn. I want sleep lah! Next time,during weekend lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Botak: WTF sia you. I ask Xiao D they'll next saturday go pool first then night pub. Want join bo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: See First lah. Don't know whether can stay out late bo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Botak: Okok. You confirm le call me. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of conversation le. I don't think i can stay up so late lor. Siao de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I miss you dear =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-44397093264710821?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/44397093264710821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=44397093264710821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/44397093264710821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/44397093264710821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-received-call-from-my-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4610927640767247818</id><published>2009-06-29T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:01:49.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&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;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt; ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOV&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt; EYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ~~~~~~~~~~ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ILOVEYOU ~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you dear!!! mucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I miss you!!! ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-4610927640767247818?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4610927640767247818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4610927640767247818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4610927640767247818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4610927640767247818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/iloveyou-iloveyou-iloveyou-iloveyou.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-2377288476070536142</id><published>2009-06-29T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:39:54.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wat the hell. Today woke up and saw mum sms saying that my father's lorry had been stolen and they are making a police report. Damn pissed up with those theives who stole my dad lorry. One thing i don't know is why they broke the rear mirror and the spotlight? I hope that the police can catch the theives soon and put them to jail. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BASTARD!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dad say that they are a group de as another guy lorry was also stolen. After that in the afternoon we take mrt to Bishan to collect my handphone then we went shopping and i bought two Newbie t-shirt!!! =) After that went eat pizza then walk home to save money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I MISS YOU DEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hope can see you soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hope saturday you can company me go watch movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-2377288476070536142?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2377288476070536142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=2377288476070536142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/2377288476070536142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/2377288476070536142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/wat-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-6481284228887675715</id><published>2009-06-25T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:07:44.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My HP is spoilt!!! Sian...yesterday, my dear come woodlands find me then we go Bishan Junction 8 to repair my handphone. Love you dear!! =) After that went eat long john silver and then we take mrt to lot. Dear keep complaining her stomach pain as her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; come. Ask her sit down but she say make no difference. SIGH!!! Wish she can faster recover ba. Hehe. We went lot walk walk then went to eat ice cream toast at Ya Kun. Sigh..she forget that her thing come then cannot eat. Lols. After that, i send dear home then i also home sweet home le!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Holiday again for me!!! 25/6-1/7!!! Hehe. But have to stay at home to do the problem statement too............sob...sian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ImissYou!!! I wonder when can i see dear again??? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dear,u take care kae? mucks. luv u...=) hope your stomach won't pain and be happy forever. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-6481284228887675715?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6481284228887675715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=6481284228887675715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6481284228887675715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6481284228887675715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-hp-is-spoilt-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-1148011705936662408</id><published>2009-06-23T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:34:05.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday just got back from camp!!! NPCC camp is damn fun but tiring, nv slept a good night for 3 days so reach home straight away sleep till 5 am plus, never even eat dinner! Sorry dear!!! :( Today never go school as overslept!!! Then go find dear at about 1pm plus, see them do project then me n dear go have lunch and then go lot buy her handphone strip. Eat ice cream toast too!! =) after that went home and i hate my HP!!!! Spoilt le...tmr hv to go repair...hope...you will company me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-1148011705936662408?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1148011705936662408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=1148011705936662408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1148011705936662408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1148011705936662408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-just-got-back-from-camp-npcc.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-3025927166722673407</id><published>2009-06-18T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:33:13.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear ask me post de!!! hehe. i am posting now!!! can le ba? sian lah nowadays, dunnoe why keep get B grade for my module. Cheebye!!! I want get A sia. What make it worse is that people who slack around get the same grade as me!!! It really pissed me off when i know that people who never do anything also get good grades. RP system should change!!!! WTF! Never mind. I should be happy that i never get D grade le. Wonder what will i get for UT?? Hehe. =) going somewhere else on saturday....tomorrow meeting &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dear dear&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! =))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-3025927166722673407?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3025927166722673407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=3025927166722673407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3025927166722673407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3025927166722673407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-ask-me-post-de-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-8311128321506378668</id><published>2009-06-14T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:58:39.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday went out with dear to buy Father's Day present for her father and ah gong. =) We went toa payoh to buy wallet for her father then shop around. Buying wallet that time keep ask me help her..... =_=lll lols. After that eat lunch then went to Katib buy cake for her ah gong then went to her grandparents house. Her ah ma give us 10 dollar each lor!!!! So ps to take from her. About 5 plus like that went to lot mini toons buy handphone strap for each other and saw Johnson and Sir KH. Keep disturbing us, sigh...bad guys. =) After that send dear home and i went to my ah ma house to celebrate Father's Day. We had Crabs etc for dinner. =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-8311128321506378668?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8311128321506378668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=8311128321506378668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8311128321506378668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8311128321506378668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-went-out-with-dear-to-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-3971899545274745692</id><published>2009-06-09T23:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:19:16.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our memories!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Si58pulEtnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hYBRhqg0ajU/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345346864055367282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Si58pulEtnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hYBRhqg0ajU/s320/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Si58l7lLnfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/86O-cuCNBAI/s1600-h/DSC00010+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345346798826003954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Si58l7lLnfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/86O-cuCNBAI/s320/DSC00010+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Si58g6ix3rI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_e5mdO7wI0M/s1600-h/DSC04817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345346712648146610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Si58g6ix3rI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_e5mdO7wI0M/s320/DSC04817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Si58bhAj91I/AAAAAAAAAJw/JFElJfsH7-Y/s1600-h/DSC03204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345346619894396754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Si58bhAj91I/AAAAAAAAAJw/JFElJfsH7-Y/s320/DSC03204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many photos le and i am lazy to upload! Hehe. =) By the way, today is my dear and me de anniversary!!!!! 21 months liao, be jealous and happy for us ba. =) This 21 months have been difficult for us as we are being separated by poly life(me) and secondary school homework(her). However, we are still together!!!! =) Thanks for company and staying by my side for so long dear. Love you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-3971899545274745692?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3971899545274745692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=3971899545274745692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3971899545274745692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3971899545274745692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-memories.html' title='Our memories!!!!'/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Si58pulEtnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hYBRhqg0ajU/s72-c/DSC00082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-8041246618766855324</id><published>2009-06-07T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:46:25.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity show</title><content type='html'>I am now watching the Charity Show on channel 8. Damn touched and sad by the fact that there are many people out there that is less fortunate than us. However, they did not give up on themselves. They went on to study and find jobs. This let me feel that i am so small as compared to them in a way that i have the education but i did not treasure it and they were actually treating it as a treasure. I am useless compared to them. I picked up my phone and make 4 calls, it is all i can afford using my pocket money =) though i have to starve for 4 days or even more. =) The determination they showed really fills me with saddeness and regret that i didn't treasure the education i received in secondary school. I want to achieve and score in my poly le!!!!!!! NELSON JIA YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Dear u JY too kae? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-8041246618766855324?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8041246618766855324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=8041246618766855324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8041246618766855324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8041246618766855324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/charity-show.html' title='Charity show'/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-1369807620629388179</id><published>2009-06-06T23:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:20:21.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqG7JRWxKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IvC5flST48I/s1600-h/Photo0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344232258487633058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqG7JRWxKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IvC5flST48I/s320/Photo0163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqG2K1oVMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-XpnQY7usI0/s1600-h/Photo0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344232173008868546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqG2K1oVMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-XpnQY7usI0/s320/Photo0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 me like emo huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGxQBAMAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sdbMHxk4IsM/s1600-h/Photo0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344232088499400706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGxQBAMAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sdbMHxk4IsM/s320/Photo0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           me n my sweet dear! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGnx8G5CI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZFlE-ivNHIw/s1600-h/Photo0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344231925806982178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGnx8G5CI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZFlE-ivNHIw/s320/Photo0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGjATZn2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/PSan7zqx3Gc/s1600-h/Photo0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344231843763429218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGjATZn2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/PSan7zqx3Gc/s320/Photo0130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGeCaMbrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2lvWVW0JEcA/s1600-h/Photo0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344231758429449906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGeCaMbrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2lvWVW0JEcA/s320/Photo0129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            James, ZY,Me,JJ,JT and KY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGX3vZXAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1LhtTzeONOs/s1600-h/Photo0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344231652486372354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGX3vZXAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1LhtTzeONOs/s320/Photo0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGRbLt8PI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JpnzC9yyxxo/s1600-h/Photo0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344231541741318386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGRbLt8PI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JpnzC9yyxxo/s320/Photo0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            me, JT n JJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGHhUDRlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/x6rDpSJQPMM/s1600-h/Photo0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344231371588191826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGHhUDRlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/x6rDpSJQPMM/s320/Photo0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Me n jia jun&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344231279948823426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqGCL7he4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/WJq2CWClYlY/s320/Photo0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went sentosa to celebrate Jun Ting birthday. Thanks dear for companying me. =) love you deep deep no regrets. =) Was supposed to meet jason at cck station de but he sick so never mind. Went jurong east platform and waited for james and zi yao! They were late! Nvm. Then went habourfront to wait for kar yin and go level 3 of vivo to wait for the others. =) Have breakfast then went to wait for Amira and Sharifah. The two were super late as they went to buy presents for JT. Take tram there and alighted at beach station. Went to buy volleyball and go the beach to play le. =) KY say something disgusting lor..say that got ang moh pee the water. LOL! No wonder the water so salty! YUCKS! Dragged KY,ZY and my dear into the water! HAHA! About 2 plus then YP and his friend come. =) Never drag him down cos we are too good. LOLs. Went bathe then take bus to habourfront bus interchange to eat and wait for Jason. I had a headache on the way and was damn sleepy. After eating, me and my dear took 188 home. =) Sorry guys to ps you all and went home myself with my stead. =(  I really had a bad headache that time, so sorry if i show you guys attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-1369807620629388179?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1369807620629388179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=1369807620629388179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1369807620629388179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1369807620629388179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-like-emo-huh-me-n-my-sweet-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiqG7JRWxKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IvC5flST48I/s72-c/Photo0163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-1365188098457446060</id><published>2009-06-02T14:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:55:27.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiUSWtMLS6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OQGn02RB4gs/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342696714242050978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiUSWtMLS6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OQGn02RB4gs/s320/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiUSPoWyStI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hA6N5rBl1Yo/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342696592685288146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiUSPoWyStI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hA6N5rBl1Yo/s320/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/6 :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today went to fetch dear from school as she got remedial. Went her house and slacked. After that went teck whye market buy her things then home sweet home. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I don't know what happen to you nowadays but don't be upset over what i say. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/6 :&lt;br /&gt;went out with dear to deliver things. From cck go katib then braddell.Finally deliver hao le then we went amk hub watch movie. Night at the museum 2. =) Hug Hug. Kiss kiss. Wakaka. Not funny de leh. Dunnoe which gay say funny de. YEN PING!!!! Haha. Nvm. I good tempered. =) After that take mrt to Orchard(Far East Plaza). Dear want buy things de but in the end never buy. So lame. =_= But very cute lah cos keep ask me go home. HAHA!!!!!!! Sit at the stairs and do *ahem* *ahem*! Dear ask i not tired meh cos she is tired. LOLS! I said no lah very suan nia. HAHA! Then about 7 plus home sweet home. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-1365188098457446060?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1365188098457446060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=1365188098457446060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1365188098457446060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1365188098457446060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/15-went-out-with-dear-to-deliver-things.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SiUSWtMLS6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OQGn02RB4gs/s72-c/DSC00220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-6872008844698920653</id><published>2009-05-31T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:05:07.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from camp, slept for about 4 hours? Haha. Saturday went to meet James, JunTing and Jia Jun to go E3 for the camp. Meet them at 9 45am but i 9 50 am then got woodlands control station. Sorry guys!!! But Jun Ting even later then me. Haha. Walked there and report. The food damn hard to eat as the rice is so dry. Sian at there too. Overall, the camp is a bore as the activities sucks at there. Somebody even show me attitude! WTF! Hated that person! Irritating! Never mind. Control nelson. Hehe. Shall end here liao. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-6872008844698920653?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6872008844698920653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=6872008844698920653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6872008844698920653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6872008844698920653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-got-back-from-camp-slept-for-about.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-3223141429311049137</id><published>2009-05-28T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:45:21.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sh6EpTI0GGI/AAAAAAAAAII/M0gqJY5FRgg/s1600-h/Photo0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340852053154732130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sh6EpTI0GGI/AAAAAAAAAII/M0gqJY5FRgg/s320/Photo0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sh6EdEoAO-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/JG8miuy4DMQ/s1600-h/Photo0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340851843100589026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sh6EdEoAO-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/JG8miuy4DMQ/s320/Photo0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sh6EJVFvEMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Llz_qvfxJ-I/s1600-h/Photo0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340851503922876610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sh6EJVFvEMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Llz_qvfxJ-I/s320/Photo0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sh6D5PJqYyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gt05ITgG0lk/s1600-h/Photo0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340851227450827554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sh6D5PJqYyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gt05ITgG0lk/s320/Photo0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken by our class "hands". Haha. Yesterday got the stupid fire drill then we need to bring our laptop down to the reporting venue. Sian. That time was our lunch break sia. Then have to go down. Lols. Then our class took photos but i only have a few here. Psps ar. Here a summary of how i think i fare for my UT1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enterprise- Not quite confident as don't know how apply the theories into the question which is regarding real-life situations. By the way, there is many theories to choose from and you need to choose the right one. Sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cognitive- Same as enterprise, damn difficult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths- The "best" module for me ar!!!! So many careless mistake and there is a problem with the Leo thing so i can't upload it successfully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Programming- Quite easy leh but i go delete the correct answer and put in the wrong answer =_=lll therefore, i don't know how i will fare liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science- Tommorow the test. So dunnoe. =) hope i can do it ba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you dear. Sigh. When can i see you again? =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-3223141429311049137?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3223141429311049137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=3223141429311049137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3223141429311049137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3223141429311049137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-photo-was-taken-by-our-class-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sh6EpTI0GGI/AAAAAAAAAII/M0gqJY5FRgg/s72-c/Photo0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-2634905785150518978</id><published>2009-05-22T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:05:59.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/ShautYFriUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/l5UvyVZEUy0/s1600-h/Image122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338646502877923650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/ShautYFriUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/l5UvyVZEUy0/s320/Image122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My "papa" and "mama" in RP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The above picture was taken today but not by me =). Damn sadded today when i saw dear's sms, she fail her ___again. But i really don't know how to comfort her. I miss her. Although i am smiling outside, i am actually crying inside. I am so damn sad now. I love sleeping nowadays, firstly is because i don't need to worry about anything and think too much. I am tired of a GK in my class. Today say his groups mates like dragging his grades down now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GK: I am teaching my team mates now, they don't understand a single thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I BEAR!!!! KEEP MY COOL)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GK: They are dragging me down lor, teach so many times but still don't understand!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(FINALLY, I BURST OUT LE!!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: If you so clever then do your own presentation now lah! Talk so much. They don't know, you can't teach patiently? So smart then present us with your answer now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After a while, that ___went to look at what i wrote on the whiteboard(which means he still don't fully understand!!! Act pro nia). I wrote "Polar=unequal electrons share by two elements , UnPolar=equal share of electrons share between two elements and normally occur between two same elements."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hehe. So difficult understand right? Take Care Readers. =) &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/724664804487014507-2634905785150518978?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2634905785150518978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=2634905785150518978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/2634905785150518978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/2634905785150518978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-papa-and-mama-in-rp-above-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/ShautYFriUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/l5UvyVZEUy0/s72-c/Image122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-934453221790141190</id><published>2009-05-16T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:31:43.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today so sian..whole day stay at home as dear can't go out. Sob!!! Miss her. Wish can see her as soon as possible. Oh..by the way,she change hp no le. =) Congrats to her!!! I am worried about my UT 1 which is starting from this wednesday. Hope i could score well if not need to retake the module again and waste money. =) Schedule below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/5: Cognitive UT 1&lt;br /&gt;22/5: Science UT 1&lt;br /&gt;25/5: Enterprise UT 1&lt;br /&gt;26/5: Maths UT 1&lt;br /&gt;28/5: Programming UT 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...stress ar!!!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-934453221790141190?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/934453221790141190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=934453221790141190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/934453221790141190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/934453221790141190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-so-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-7568731560647937934</id><published>2009-05-15T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:00:48.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh..poly life is really tiring man!!! Next wednesday, i am taking mu first UT le. Hope i can score well and get an A for all my module. =) This few days i have been rather in a bad mood, listening to sad songs but never cry. Hehe. Damn sian ar. Everyday need go school at the same time and do presentations. Lucky i got a dear that never fail to make me laugh or smile. =) love her more and more le!!! By the way., i don't know is she want make me happy then she became lamer le or she is always so cute just that i don't know? lols. Anyway, thanks for cheering me up dear. love you!!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-7568731560647937934?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7568731560647937934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=7568731560647937934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7568731560647937934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7568731560647937934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-5414719361431115772</id><published>2009-05-13T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:34:16.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hate people asking me stupid questions where it is not related to what i am presenting. Here it goes on what happen in W14C on 13/2,When a KK try to be smart with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK:Why you put reading current affairs behind able to use microsoft excel?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Because you don't need to be educated to be able to read up on the current affairs that is happening around the world. A housewife is able to read newspaper which is available and there is something call internet.&lt;br /&gt;KK:How does a 3 year old read a newspaper when he doesn't know how to read?&lt;br /&gt;Me:What a stupid question you are asking!!! Then don't read lah!!! Who expect a 3 year old to know current affairs in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i call nothing better to do then anyhow shoot me questions. I mean WHAT THE F*** are you trying to ask here? A stupid question that have no answer to it? You want to drag my grades down then just say so lah!!! So what if you have many A's for all the modules? This is just your daily grade bastard!!! And how do u obtain it? By talking nonsense and ask stupid questions in class. Oh yeah...you also go lick faci's boots. Go talk nice words to them. You stupid bastard. I almost forgot man!!! You have no friends,even if you have then all of them are like you!!! Bastard everywhere in RP??!! Oh my god!!!! Then i am going to tell you this,i am going to whack all those bastard sooner or later!!! Don't try me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-5414719361431115772?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5414719361431115772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=5414719361431115772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5414719361431115772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5414719361431115772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-hate-people-asking-me-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-7550104248913259107</id><published>2009-05-10T20:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:25:00.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgbElH48xoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JmHNYpf7Alk/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166950719047298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgbElH48xoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JmHNYpf7Alk/s320/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           i look so ugly liao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgbEhe6515I/AAAAAAAAAHY/j4VaMSW1GRw/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166888181782418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgbEhe6515I/AAAAAAAAAHY/j4VaMSW1GRw/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           dear so cute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgbEcsR83OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/J7Js8ExoFFc/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166805868764386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgbEcsR83OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/J7Js8ExoFFc/s320/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          smiles!!!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgbDrl8HRPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/96omvngV6bM/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334165962352968946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgbDrl8HRPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/96omvngV6bM/s320/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Root beer with ice-cream =) (look more like dear's mushroom head) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0905:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday went Plaza Singapura with dear as its our 20th anniversary. =) We went there already 12 plus le lor as MRT so slow...hehe. Then dear go find her mum CD first then we went Swensen's eat eat. At there,dear keep say she can't eat anymore than laugh at me don't know for what. She getting crazier each day i see her. HAHA!!!! =)) After eating,walk around then I WANT MAKE A BEAR FOR HER DE LOR!!! But she keep pull me away then scold me crazy...sob sob...never mind. We went to watch the ramen girl at 3pm!!! =) Went to the wrong hall lo!!! Suppose to go hall 2 de but we went to hall 4 instead. SOTONG DEAR!!! Lucky i smart sia know that we went to the wrong hall then faster change change. Hehe. =) The show damn funny lor and dear keep laughing!!! =) After that already 5plus liao,must go home le as i need rush down to my ah ma house for mother's day. =) We took 190 home and dear go top up her hp and we saw her mum(my mother-in-law) at the playground. Hehe. She ask dear bring the food home and dear keep complaining. Haha. DEAR SO CUTE!!! =)) Went staircase sit a while and take picture. Wakaka. Dear getting cuter too le. =)) Miss her when she leave for home. Seeing her back is like don't know when will i see her again. So sad!!! =( After that go take mrt to my ah ma house then at there eat a bit nia as very tired le. I REALLY MISS HER!!!! Dear thanks for steading with me for so long and never leave me for other guys. Love you 1314!!! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-7550104248913259107?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7550104248913259107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=7550104248913259107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7550104248913259107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7550104248913259107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-look-so-ugly-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgbElH48xoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JmHNYpf7Alk/s72-c/DSC00210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4107510294463469217</id><published>2009-05-08T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:19:00.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today after school went Bugis with ST and Johnson. Johnson pay the guy $700!!!! Damn rich lor that guy. He going start his own business liao. Interested please go his blog see ba. JOHNSON!!!! COMMISION!!! i help you get business from my friends too!!! wakaka!!! We are brothers for life man!!! =) Going save up and join him too as i want earn $$$ too!!!! =) tomorrow going out with DEAR!!! As its a special day!!! I LOVE YOU!!! =) MAS SELAMAT IS CAUGHT MAN!!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-4107510294463469217?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4107510294463469217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4107510294463469217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4107510294463469217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4107510294463469217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-after-school-went-bugis-with-st.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-6135930042006994848</id><published>2009-05-07T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:18:10.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so pissed off today lor!!! Kana say i copy that ___'s work.What the F***,do i have a need to copy his work? I am not that stupid till i can't complete my own work! Never mind,i am not blaming you but today is just a bad day for me overall. After school,went for a talk with James and co. The talk is damn boring but it is short,so its ok!!! =) After the talk,went causeway point with James,ZiYao,JT and Joey. Go food court slack slack and chit chat then went home liao. Tomorrow is science,hope that nothing will spoil my mood ba as i am going out on saturday. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-6135930042006994848?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6135930042006994848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=6135930042006994848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6135930042006994848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6135930042006994848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-so-pissed-off-today-lor-kana-say.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-8308161893756727869</id><published>2009-05-06T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:11:24.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today never go school ar. So shiok. Haha. Very tired mah and i overslept. =) sms dear ask what time her exam end then go teck whye sec fetch her and we went for lunch. Send her home and i also went home. Log in to play dota and CS when dear called. Chat a while then hang up liao,she need do revision and i do nothing except sleeping. haha. very sian nowadays. =( life getting boring and boring as the days go by!!! I WANT GO OUT AND RELAX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OF COS IS WITH MY DEAR 1ST THEN BROTHERS THEN FRIENDS!!!!! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-8308161893756727869?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8308161893756727869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=8308161893756727869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8308161893756727869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8308161893756727869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-never-go-school-ar.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-7252070561970273552</id><published>2009-05-05T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:45:56.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgBC_MDyqFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Vo2Gu2tpDLc/s1600-h/1_713336008m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332335612142987346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgBC_MDyqFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Vo2Gu2tpDLc/s320/1_713336008m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                SEntosa trip =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgBCr2BhJaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oh3a5iQuZfM/s1600-h/1_127157119m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332335279810356642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgBCr2BhJaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oh3a5iQuZfM/s320/1_127157119m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgBCbw8bSYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sQcRjfYEV3Q/s1600-h/1_444804516m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332335003568916866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgBCbw8bSYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sQcRjfYEV3Q/s320/1_444804516m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; SEC 3 NCO!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called dear's house just now and found that she had fallen asleep while revising for her exams. So tough ar studies nowadays!!! Damn sian right now,having flu and cough. Hope i could recover really fast!!! =( Today don't want go school de lor but in the end still went....zzz.....wtf!!! Haha!!! Then today at class,that KK kana shoot until siao by different groups. So happy sia!!! And today damn tired as yesterday about 12 plus then reach home!!! I miss my dear and hope to see her...maybe tomorrow will run away from the programming course. Sian.....still deciding whether i should run away from poly tomorrow??? =( siann ar!!!! Above are some of the old photos i took when i was in secondary 3 and 4. Enjoy!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-7252070561970273552?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7252070561970273552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=7252070561970273552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7252070561970273552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7252070561970273552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/called-dears-house-just-now-and-found.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SgBC_MDyqFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Vo2Gu2tpDLc/s72-c/1_713336008m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-7309647918289127955</id><published>2009-05-02T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:49:30.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SfxOGjWBzrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UwuFgrx3WtE/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331221933373640370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SfxOGjWBzrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UwuFgrx3WtE/s320/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        MY contact lens!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went lot one to collect my contact lens. Reach there about 11 30am then the jie jie teach me how to put. Hehe. But i still don't know how to put though i did it at the shop. Think is by chance de ba. Haha. Then i walk around till 3 plus then go home. On the way,saw an auntie fall down BUT I DIDN"T HELP HER UP!! I am so heartless!!!!!!! Blaming myself on the way home and when i bathe that time,i wonder have i changed for the worse? How could i ignore people who need my help?? =( i am so cruel nowadays le. I hate myself.  Shall end here le. Bye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartless GUY!!!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-7309647918289127955?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7309647918289127955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=7309647918289127955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7309647918289127955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7309647918289127955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-contact-lens-today-went-lot-one-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SfxOGjWBzrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UwuFgrx3WtE/s72-c/DSC00203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-7947046319043468539</id><published>2009-05-01T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:40:03.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sfr6G5pNLMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ijUCiuTQYBM/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330848105406213314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sfr6G5pNLMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ijUCiuTQYBM/s320/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sfr6DuGOXhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/j3_QHKiFDj8/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330848050767093266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sfr6DuGOXhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/j3_QHKiFDj8/s320/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wake at at 8 30 plus and eat laksa cooked by mum!!! =) not spicy at all de. Haha. After that,watch VCD till 11 plus then go bathe and off i go to dear's house. =) Reach there,wait for dear a while then we go lot one buy dear's stationary. Went mac eat eat,use laptop,drink drink. Go back home about 3pm. I go dear de house slack and she do revision for her exam. Do something else there but not what you all think. Secret. Haha. Dear keep touch my thingy...wakaka...not that thing wor!!! Aiya..don't explain liao. Dirty minded people will think anyhow de but we never do anything. Just very tired when on the way to my ah ma house after leaving dear. Sian. I miss her. Want to hug her. Haha. Sleep on the mrt and is the handphone keep ringing that woke me up. Currently chatting with dear!!! =) =) so shall end here le. CYA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-7947046319043468539?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7947046319043468539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=7947046319043468539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7947046319043468539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/7947046319043468539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-wake-at-at-8-30-plus-and-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sfr6G5pNLMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ijUCiuTQYBM/s72-c/DSC00199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-1299061883993898359</id><published>2009-04-29T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:15:31.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days really tiring for me. Have to do presentation everyday was really tiring. I have to choose a IG le. I put down my name on the japanese culture group as i wanted to learn about their living habits n culture.  I also put down my name on the cue sports. It means that the sport is pool. Haha. Have to go through a selection on 5 may. I am a noob at pool lor,later go there very ps as all pro there only left me a noob. I hope i can get in ba. I miss secondary school le where there is no need to do presentation everyday and have sufficient time to eat and don't need to rush. However,Poly have its own good too. At least the food is up to standard and i could learn more new problems each day. Now very sian that why decided to post. Ending now. Night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-1299061883993898359?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1299061883993898359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=1299061883993898359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1299061883993898359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/1299061883993898359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-few-days-really-tiring-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-2383968618854369995</id><published>2009-04-24T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:51:40.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today had maths lesson and it was damn fun as there was no presentation need to do. We play games etc. During break,the class play dota and counterstrike. All bad words fill the air and music was blasted. My group won the game with 25points. Cool huh?? only got 4 person nia but manage to win the other 4 groups. Haha. After school,CS again!!!! =) Play till 4 30 plus then went home. On the way home saw some of my ex-schoolmates. Say hello to them but they never answer back. Even if we are not in the same course,it is still polite to say hi right? How difficult is that? NO MANNERS PEOPLE!!!! Never mind. Don't waste my breath on you all. Wakaka. Today kana knock on the head by "that guy". DAMN IT!!! Like monkey like that rush to the whiteboard to write the answer. Can you just take your time? LOls. Shall end here now. Damn sleepy. Night people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-2383968618854369995?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2383968618854369995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=2383968618854369995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/2383968618854369995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/2383968618854369995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-had-maths-lesson-and-it-was-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-281990363376392767</id><published>2009-04-23T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:49:24.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoever say that polytechnic is slacking only,you are wrong!!! Poly is not slack at all!!!! My brain cells is dying soon as everyday have to do a presentation and it is so damn difficult. We had to do the research in our small group of 5 and present it at the 3rd meeting which is at 1 30pm. Monday-Enterprise Skills,Thuesday-Programming(which is damn tiring as need do the code),Wednesday-&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cognitive Processes &amp;amp; Problem Solving I&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Thursday-Science,Friday-Maths. I really have a big headache everyday when i go home. At school damn sleepy then need rush the presentation as only got a little bit of time to do. I don't know how much time i spend on eating my lunch but i know it is not longer than what we have at secondary school. I miss the days where i could sit at the canteen and chat with my friends till the bell ring!!!! Sigh...now that i am in poly,i think that the first thing is to adapt to the life ba. HAHA!!! =) My classmates all so fun to hang around with and those who looked down on RP,you are wrong in thinking that we are the lousiest poly in Singapore. We are not the worse as we are best in IT than any other poly!!! OH...by the way,i am in school of IT!!! Haha. In other words,i am praising my own course and school!!! HAHA!!! So people who looked down on RP,you are wrong in thinking that RP is good for nothing in terms of studies. No other poly have beaten us in IT courses yet. WAKAKA!!! RP people are also more sociable as in RP,there is no one who is left alone to go eat lunch or have no friends!!! Quote from the seniors de,you can imagine how good i am ba?? Know seniors when its only 4 days after poly had started!!! Haha. Because like i say,in RP no one is alone and we are easy to approach and will be glad to be your friends. =) Seems like i had post too much le...so shall end here. Overall,poly is tiring yet interesting and fun cos we HAVE GOT FRIENDS and FUNNY CLASSMATES!!!! Laughter fills the whole classroom every minutes!!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-281990363376392767?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/281990363376392767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=281990363376392767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/281990363376392767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/281990363376392767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoever-say-that-polytechnic-is.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-5837501721058367820</id><published>2009-04-20T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:41:00.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of my poly life and i am not use to it as i need to come up with a presentation with my group mates. Today our presentation is not up to standard as firstly,we do not know what to do. Secondly, we are not use to the things that the lecturer is talking and teaching. Therefore,it lead to us not knowing what to do with the books we lend from the library and not knowing how to organise the powerpoint slides. Tomorrow,we have a programming class and i have no idea what it have to do with the course i am taking!? Anyway,we need to do a presentation everyday and i think by the end of the first semester,our class will become a professional in powerpoint slides presentation.=) HAHA!!! Who the hell say that poly is very slack? Today proves everyone wrong as we do even have time to eat our lunch!!!! =( very tired and sleepy now...want hug my dear to sleep but i can't...siann...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-5837501721058367820?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5837501721058367820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=5837501721058367820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5837501721058367820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5837501721058367820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-first-day-of-my-poly-life-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-6691965908003103153</id><published>2009-04-19T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:43:53.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SescfJ5UE5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/403etTSMAW8/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326382305853576082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SescfJ5UE5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/403etTSMAW8/s320/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SesXJHcIvFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dcIJe0b9DNc/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326376429679066194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SesXJHcIvFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dcIJe0b9DNc/s320/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SesXECsGYLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/U8d2XM7ToTM/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326376342504497330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SesXECsGYLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/U8d2XM7ToTM/s320/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went Marina Barrage with dear and the weather was so hot till i keep sweating. Upon reaching there,we went and look around at the gallery,hoping that the weather will not be too hot as we wanted to take picture at the rooftop. However,we were wrong as the weather is much hotter when we wanted to take picture. So we decided not to take picture anymore and go Bugis to search for dear's shirt and my mum's present. Reach there,we went and eat lunch first as both were hungry. Dear eat bee hoon while i eat curry chicken noodle!!! =) And we were talking about "something". Don't ask me what it is as its a secret between us!!! =P After eating,off we go to bugis street and search for darling's t-shirt!!! Find so long still can't buy the one she like as we never saw it. In the end,dear buy a t-shirt that she like a little bit nia. Haha. Dear take care ba.=) We went to eat dinner at Fish &amp;amp; Co after a long walk and dear can't eat too much,so i help her eat a little bit. After that went home and i stay at Dear's house till 10plus!!! OMG!!!! haha...dear thanks for treating me so good and help me apply medicine. I love you!!! =) Enjoy yourself at Marina Barrage tomorrow and Japan trip during June holiday!!! =)HAPPY 15TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-6691965908003103153?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6691965908003103153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=6691965908003103153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6691965908003103153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/6691965908003103153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday-went-marina-barrage-with-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SescfJ5UE5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/403etTSMAW8/s72-c/DSC00195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-3864619850356788759</id><published>2009-04-17T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:07:45.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been quite busy for me as i am preparing for the 1ST Term of my poly life!!! Looking forward to it!! =) I only go the camp for one and the half day as i am tired and do not want to be under the sun for too long!!! Monday going start my poly life le,going to have homework everyday and i am going stay at RP and finish my hmwk as i can't log in at my home. So i everyday have to stay back till very late and finish my Quiz,Reflection,Problems. Dear i miss you!!!! Tomorrow going out with her le!!! Going to enjoy ourself before we are busy with our own stuff!!! =) IMY,ILY DEAR!!!! Starting from Monday onwards,i am going to be damn stress and busy!!! Dear i am sorry!!! I won't have too much time to spend with you le,take care of yourself at Japan and study hard!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-3864619850356788759?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3864619850356788759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=3864619850356788759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3864619850356788759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/3864619850356788759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-week-has-been-quite-busy-for-me-as.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-5702100270718280980</id><published>2009-04-16T10:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:43:38.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SeaZDARr4gI/AAAAAAAAAF4/E1I-npmO3rw/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325111886305026562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SeaZDARr4gI/AAAAAAAAAF4/E1I-npmO3rw/s320/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SeaY_0ZwkDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/l5YrnKljQ5s/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325111831578054706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SeaY_0ZwkDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/l5YrnKljQ5s/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;                                                             New Ez-link card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SeaY5VyAoJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9XX4h3L5jw8/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325111720279056530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SeaY5VyAoJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9XX4h3L5jw8/s320/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Back view of the RP shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SeaYscadWEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6RJm0313ZJ0/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325111498721024066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SeaYscadWEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6RJm0313ZJ0/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Front view of RP shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday went to RP camp,shout till sore throat damn tiring lor. The camp last till 4pm then we are dismiss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me and my friends went to queue up for the ex-link card. QUEUE damn long de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lor!!!! Somemore i queue up at the wrong one then need requeue again...siann!!! =( hehe...after that went home!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Today never go camp...tomorrow not sure. Hehe...but i am damn tired!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Saturday going out with dear..can't wait!!! =) School going reopen soon le...sigh...going be damn busy le...siann....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-5702100270718280980?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5702100270718280980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=5702100270718280980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5702100270718280980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/5702100270718280980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-ez-link-card-back-view-of-rp-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/SeaZDARr4gI/AAAAAAAAAF4/E1I-npmO3rw/s72-c/DSC00183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-8284785400991600481</id><published>2009-04-11T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:57:40.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you dear. Take care of yourself at Japan and Don't miss me. I miss you so much dear. ILY. This few days keep rotting at home as nothing to do. A few more days then need go camp and poly term will start le. Going be busy and dear too. haha. damn sian at home. i want go out with dear!!! =) This post is short as i don't want be mushy on blog. want be mushy in front of dear!!! wakaka. ILY dear. Nothing to post too...=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-8284785400991600481?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8284785400991600481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=8284785400991600481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8284785400991600481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/8284785400991600481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-you-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724664804487014507.post-4198369373908213191</id><published>2009-04-09T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:14:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sd3_EukAhuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VkB8zSlAczA/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322690791305414370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sd3_EukAhuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VkB8zSlAczA/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sd3-j6tDggI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/O-MpbNh2zrQ/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322690227628900866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sd3-j6tDggI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/O-MpbNh2zrQ/s320/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me n DEar =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sd3-LlJI0RI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8U3DZHzq8ng/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322689809524248850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sd3-LlJI0RI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8U3DZHzq8ng/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         Our Wedding Ring =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is 9/4!!!!!!!! wah!!!!!!!! Yipee!!!! 19th month le leh!!!!!!!!!!! Early this morning 6 plus receive one sms from johnson and DEAR!!! Johnson ask me meet him 9am at school. Quickly go bathe and rush down...haha....but in the end never go in to school as guard don't let...siannnnnn!!!!! Then we go play BB then go arcade. See johnson play nia,i never...cos no $. Then wait for dear to sms me!!! I WAN BUY THE LG ICE-CREAM HP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wan the blue colour de!!! =) dear wan white or pink de leh??? Must save $ now...i like the design and the function lor....hehe...i am so upset over something....sigh...when will you ever know how i feel leh??? nvm...my fault...then 1 plus go school fetch dear then went her house,wait for her change then go lot 1!!!! At there walk around then saw johnson and julia...at first want see movie de lor....but in the end never as no $...sob* After about 5 plus go dear house again...as she want go jia party le...then after fetch her there,i home sweet home!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I Really hate ppl lying to me again n again...sigh...when will we have time for each other on our special day????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724664804487014507-4198369373908213191?l=nelson-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4198369373908213191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724664804487014507&amp;postID=4198369373908213191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4198369373908213191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724664804487014507/posts/default/4198369373908213191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelson-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-n-dear-our-wedding-ring-today-is-94.html' title=''/><author><name>NeLSon Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03778963777775020545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUP1FUqO_JQ/Sd3_EukAhuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VkB8zSlAczA/s72-c/DSC00176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
