<?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-33713805</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:34:21.578+08:00</updated><category term='Goong'/><title type='text'>*summercraze*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>291</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7944744638602943811</id><published>2008-12-18T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:59:56.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oVerDone</title><content type='html'>As the holiday season approaches, the craving for a getaway grows stronger...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was blog surfing AGAIN and it's really just a few blogs I usually dive into. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again, some people would brag about their short getaway with their partner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not sure, but it seems like these days, it IS okay for unmarried couples to go on holidays &amp;amp; stay together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over dinner recently, i was discussing about the idea of cohabitation and marriage with a couple of girlfriends. they weren't surprise that i was never for the idea of the former and was slightly uncomfortable that they were preparing for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again Uncle Sam did tell me that his colleague stays over at his girlfriend's house 5 days a week &amp;amp; to a certain extent, he is envious, but he knows where we stand in this matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chastity&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Purity &lt;/span&gt;are dirty words such that people are singing to the tunes of Faith Hill &amp;amp; Tim McGraw - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let's make love all night long until our strength is gone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the young ones - &lt;/span&gt;it pays to wait and keep what's precious till the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&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/33713805-7944744638602943811?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7944744638602943811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7944744638602943811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7944744638602943811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7944744638602943811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/12/overdone.html' title='oVerDone'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-2462742316176085860</id><published>2008-12-16T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:11:23.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Eager Beavers...</title><content type='html'>i'm always intrigued by human behaviours, attitudes and personalities. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can never stop sharing my observations. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe i should consider studying socio-psychology..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am usually scheduled for worship with this female. Let's just call her missy b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;as usual, she was doing her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt; - jumping in to make some lame remarks everytime after S does something. To top it off, she screamed into the mic like an off-key punk rocker &amp;amp; it never fails to deafen me for that split second since my right ear was beside the monitor and my other was beside her...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;have i ever mentioned i have violent tendencies?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;yea, but anyway, i have to turn away from her and divert my line of vision to space and think "GOOD THOUGHTS" so my fist will not land in her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically, that's the end of story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but to reason that, i figured that she really needed A LOT of attention because she is naturally insecure. Of what? I dunnoe.. seeking acceptance maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just days ago, i caught this taiwanese matchmaking programme which featured the process of guys girls getting to know one another and eventually choosing one whom they feel most connected to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, it never fails that there's always an eager beaver in the group. This time, another missy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she tried so hard so hard that it turned three guys off. And the one who didn't get her attention wanted her in the end. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duh!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;now, this just sets me thinking, "Isn't it common sense for one to know the law of attraction? The more you run towards something, the faster the other repels from YOU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Sigh... sometimes people just need to be reined in.&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/33713805-2462742316176085860?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2462742316176085860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=2462742316176085860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2462742316176085860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2462742316176085860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/12/eager-beavers.html' title='...Eager Beavers...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-8659815737215653144</id><published>2008-12-16T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:48:28.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time out</title><content type='html'>three days more to official time out at work, i feel nothing like that at this moment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the server down since a week ago, there were so much work piling at my in tray and to do list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i totally hate this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;auditions started tonight for Easter production and well things ARE sorta looking good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like S. put it, we had 400% more than expected auditionees! *tsk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 will be a year i probably would age the fastest, yet, with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two major productions, three smaller scale, One-Two church musicals, weekend getaways, dance &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*argh*&lt;/span&gt; I can't wait for it all to happen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it does happen, i will definitely look back at the journey in awe and amazement to how my faith has strengthen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11 months into my full time job, i'm amazed at the steps i've taken, the relationships i've built at work and every min of the day, I thank God i'm alive, kicking &amp;amp; whining! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much to my delight, I received an sms this afternoon from K. It was one that told me that my decision to stay on in my job was an obedient decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well... we all have our moments... &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/33713805-8659815737215653144?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8659815737215653144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=8659815737215653144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/8659815737215653144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/8659815737215653144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/12/three-days-more-to-official-time-out-at.html' title='time out'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-6831714366717203471</id><published>2008-12-08T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:39:50.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!</title><content type='html'>to those who grew up playing super mario on nintendo black top set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so awesome... have never seen an 11 string bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yf56jYDv2fc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yf56jYDv2fc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i only have 1 fav bassist :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-6831714366717203471?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6831714366717203471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=6831714366717203471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6831714366717203471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6831714366717203471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/12/awesome.html' title='Awesome!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7727298764293748752</id><published>2008-12-08T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:35:15.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Thanks!</title><content type='html'>Yep, this post is for all of you to made my day so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the simple smses that say "Happy Birthday" meant alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those who went the extra mile to shower me with your love, I really appreciate it alot... and you know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-7727298764293748752?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7727298764293748752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7727298764293748752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7727298764293748752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7727298764293748752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-thanks.html' title='Birthday Thanks!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-4522787215364295270</id><published>2008-12-02T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:01:05.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were the... books</title><content type='html'>remember Joyce who came down from UK in June?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a parcel from her early last month and to much joy, it was her latest release!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/STVYTM4GhDI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nWpRhDCnyks/s1600-h/monster+who+ate+darkness.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275219625431696434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/STVYTM4GhDI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nWpRhDCnyks/s320/monster+who+ate+darkness.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the beautifully illustrated book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;such wonderful creation for children these days. Boy, did it get me jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in those days, we grew up with the ladybird series, majority of which are hand me downs and probably didn't cost that much.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/STVaNuZ7rzI/AAAAAAAAAxs/j5M9YkyxVXE/s1600-h/ladybird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275221730376003378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 60px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/STVaNuZ7rzI/AAAAAAAAAxs/j5M9YkyxVXE/s320/ladybird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very plain, classic illustrations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we grew older, it became Enid Blyton series with only a few precious black and white illustrations on selected pages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days, kids get a varied choice of hardcover illustrated books that cost well over $20+ yet they prefer to get their hands on electronic handheld game sets to keep them entertained... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh well....&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/33713805-4522787215364295270?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4522787215364295270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=4522787215364295270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4522787215364295270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4522787215364295270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/12/those-were-books.html' title='Those were the... books'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/STVYTM4GhDI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nWpRhDCnyks/s72-c/monster+who+ate+darkness.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-4832243343689371121</id><published>2008-11-26T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:27:03.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painted Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SS1x1ChUa7I/AAAAAAAAAxc/LBR7hzjsC5c/s1600-h/05-children%27s%2520faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272995894744345522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SS1x1ChUa7I/AAAAAAAAAxc/LBR7hzjsC5c/s320/05-children%27s%2520faces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"The Face is the Index of the Mind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This simple proverb is a true reflection of us humans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Study the faces of those around you, or even yourself in the mirror, what can you read?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've always been intrigued by faces because it reminds me of God's creativity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As much as I avoid coming across as being rude, I do still have a habit of observing the other party's face during a conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every line, every mark and every colour on the face tells a different story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Put together, it gives a good overview of what the person has been through and the character of the man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After living for more than two decades, I am sure I have carefully observed more than 17,000 faces (that's an average of 2 face observations a day). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Put that together with a simple conversation with half of them.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would have a good idea of the characters of at least over 8,000 people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I dare conclude that I am pretty skilled at giving a good deduction of a person on first impression. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've come across people who look perpetually disturbed, pissed, scared, disgruntled, guarded, cautious... all basically negative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the other hand, I have also met people whose faces instantly display the joyfulness in them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder about the negativity in most people. Do they even know they really look quite bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Powder and pretty clothes can never hide the ugly mind and it shows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course, I'm not saying I look awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But at least the daily observations of my reflections on the train windows have told me I'm not pretty but i'm happy. &lt;em&gt;(and you thought I was admiring myself... )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it takes a lot of effort for a happy heart to evolve and though i'm still not a saint, i think i've done quite a neat job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To those who have never given this much thought, start looking in the mirror today and tell me what you see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/33713805-4832243343689371121?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4832243343689371121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=4832243343689371121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4832243343689371121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4832243343689371121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/11/painted-faces.html' title='Painted Faces'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SS1x1ChUa7I/AAAAAAAAAxc/LBR7hzjsC5c/s72-c/05-children%27s%2520faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-6495220050548697365</id><published>2008-10-27T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:11:06.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing my Sleep Debt</title><content type='html'>Deepavali is one holiday I'm so thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long weekend, I spent 15 hours clearing my sleep debt. waking up at 2.30pm and falling back to sleep till 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a luxury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so lazy to reply anybody's msges and thumbing my phone is the last thing i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to make up for some ME time, i am back online, blogging, updating photobucket with Kairos photos (yes, long overdue), wikipedia-ing and reading some awesome bible stories online (for kids)... and if time allows... (facebooking) &lt;- urgh... I completely hate this hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go back to why i hate facebooking -&gt; it's a complete waste of time. Uploading photos (and allowing people to steal it, like Ivan did), then you start to kaypo into other people's lives... and before you know it, 3 hours gone and nothing learnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, when I wikipedia, i went from cairn rocks to buffalo jump to plains bison.. all in just 3 minutes! and boy do i feel smarter already... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why i don't really facebook? Because aileen has grown wiser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me hear some Amen to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, kairos was so sweet enough to come by and watch Wizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I was a little skeptical, hesitant and doubtful about everything... with Chelsea and Liverpool going live at the same time, I was wondering if I made the right choice getting the gang over to the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believed my director WILL do a good job, that was why i bugged them to pay and support THE 'arts'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i watched the opening show, things were scratchy and watching it from my perspective as a theatre grad, it was OK, not superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show and actors got better by the fifth show and I am proud to say, Yes it is good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-6495220050548697365?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6495220050548697365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=6495220050548697365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6495220050548697365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6495220050548697365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/10/clearing-my-sleep-debt.html' title='Clearing my Sleep Debt'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-2592799835289479360</id><published>2008-10-20T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:48:32.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cOoK Out, PiG oUt!</title><content type='html'>saturday's session at Cin's place was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed dentist's pasta ALOT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one else does it better than him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one has cooked pasta for me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one i know does pasta from SCRATCH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and.. he will specially make cream sauce pasta for ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up, everyone finished the small portion of cream sauce and i took only one with a few miserable shrooms... *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to cook for 17 people is a feat... but at least Cin &amp;amp; him did it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a wonderful fellowship that God has made a success, putting together different people to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for an amazing moment, I did the dishes. I hated this role most but surprisingly i did it with no complaints that night. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next pig out session.. Cin promised to be a Chinese meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... i can take charge of the veggie dishes department. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-2592799835289479360?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2592799835289479360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=2592799835289479360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2592799835289479360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2592799835289479360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/10/cook-out-pig-out.html' title='cOoK Out, PiG oUt!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-9001667443483013300</id><published>2008-10-14T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:14:10.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the GIRL so nice</title><content type='html'>i must have caught some book bug lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just books after books on my to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure feels good 'cuz i haven't been reading much ever since i started uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no. I HAVE been reading. Pile of notes, textbooks etc... gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CK swopped one book with me... one which I don't quite understand why I need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SPTCSwpvFaI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NC8HCXYCHT0/s1600-h/why+men+love+bitches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257040292601599394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SPTCSwpvFaI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NC8HCXYCHT0/s320/why+men+love+bitches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, the title is really cute. And to be honest, I can't put it down once I picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum it up, author Sherry Argov describes what differentiates a 'bitch' to the nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'BITCH' is a woman who is nice, but knows where she stands.&lt;br /&gt;the NICE girl falls all over for a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i found so interesting is the list of descriptions and advices Sherry dishes out to all the nice women, encouraging them to be the clever dreamgirl of all men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reading time is usually on my way to work and i have been receiving side glances, stares from morning commuters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just.. strange, and i was so tempted to throw the book out of the door and pretend it just dropped from heaven. &lt;em&gt;"not mine, not mine, I don't need it"&lt;/em&gt; nervous laugh and frantically walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, but in my opinion, it's important for girls to read this and master it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing for those with two balls and a stick!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-9001667443483013300?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/9001667443483013300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=9001667443483013300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/9001667443483013300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/9001667443483013300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-girl-so-nice.html' title='for the GIRL so nice'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SPTCSwpvFaI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NC8HCXYCHT0/s72-c/why+men+love+bitches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-224774075916922178</id><published>2008-10-14T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:15:09.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an answer found...</title><content type='html'>if you knew you have an unborn child that is handicapped or deficient, would you abort it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while it's three against one at home, i never found the right answer to justify my stand for keeping that precious life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight... i found the beautiful answer that needed no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyiApzjIuzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyiApzjIuzw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nine minutes of tears non-stop, nine minutes of 'flying' thoughts non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a father who was never a runner, he became a tri-athlete, running a race for two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man who never thought of fame, got himself known around the world the love he has for his son... it was just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still take my stand for not taking a life that is given to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason... every gift is a surprise that could change your life two ways, for better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, the father became someone whom he never thought he could be. he embraced what was given to him. He saw it as a special gift that moulded the next forty years of his life. That was why his life changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a little inspiration card that is stuck to my table which says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lord, Remind me that nothing is going to happen today that YOU and I together can't handle".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. God will never give you more than you can handle. He always makes it, JUST RIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-224774075916922178?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/224774075916922178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=224774075916922178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/224774075916922178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/224774075916922178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/10/answer-found.html' title='an answer found...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-5296655739074464513</id><published>2008-10-10T04:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T04:55:25.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get down... to work!</title><content type='html'>Blogging has been rare these days and even more so at such a strange hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure which noun to put to myself - workaholic, procrastinator or just last-minute lazy bug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting a potential big sponsor in 6 hours time and I'm still rushing to put together something for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been conceptualising everything in my head the past few days confident I could put together something within a day. Obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the midst of doing work, I got distracted. Needed a breather and started surfing the web to dig people's blogs. None updated. That much for a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh heck* I rather pen something myself to whine before I get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wizard is starting in about two weeks. Work has been crazy just trying to cover everything in the office. It doesn't help that one colleague is running off, but then again I'm happy for her to get out of a place where she can't belong. Sigh! Like my PM says, missy here is going to die.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i know God never gives me something I cannot handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, aileen WILL pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least it cheers me up when I head to the production area just watching the puppet master at work!  it's awesome... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-5296655739074464513?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5296655739074464513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=5296655739074464513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5296655739074464513'/><link rel='self' 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once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either one more than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the few books which I have been reading, one common theme that runs through both is about how we start to discover ourselves through others and events that unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it is something which I have to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck trying to grab a cab for over almost an hour &amp;amp; even the cab hotlines rejected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I could think of was being late for worship, i was on duty, i can't be late. never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stepped foot onto the grounds of commonwealth at 11.05am. 5 mins past the start of service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I knew it, i turned to sam &amp;amp; i started wheezing and hyperventilating, making the worst sounds I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran out of breath and felt like my oxygen tank could finish anytime the plug goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second bout came not long after and then the third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;through this, i realised the beauty of strangers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunties offering a hand, rubbing ointment on me, holding onto me, praying for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I could think of was how much trouble i could be in for missing worship. how irresponsible i was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;through this, I discovered that I'm really strange, uptight &amp;amp; crazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, there are some things I need to sort out about myself... this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-9151225213504712689?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/9151225213504712689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=9151225213504712689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/9151225213504712689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/9151225213504712689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/09/fight-devil.html' title='Fight the Devil...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7403631936687176400</id><published>2008-09-28T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:33:23.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Block</title><content type='html'>it's true when they say, you lose a skill when you don't use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past week has been extremely exasperating for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This huge mental block that refused to budge when I sat down and wanted to write letters, articles etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched for songs to inspire me, good thoughts to let the creative juice flow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I finally realised, I haven't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... it's time to get on blogosphere for my own good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-7403631936687176400?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7403631936687176400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7403631936687176400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7403631936687176400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7403631936687176400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/09/mental-block.html' title='Mental Block'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-3133228725956411258</id><published>2008-09-11T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:38:14.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Our quality in life is not to get ahead of others, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but to get ahead of ourselves"&lt;/em&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/33713805-3133228725956411258?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3133228725956411258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=3133228725956411258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3133228725956411258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3133228725956411258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/09/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-1227925449718702617</id><published>2008-09-11T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:29:23.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of who you BE-FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;while some of us happily acknowledge our friendships with close companions, the following should make you think twice before you announce it openly again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who are the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friends of Dorothy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Apparently, this term refers to a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gay man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I kid you not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In my recent research on my upcoming production, I found out that W.O.Z has been closely related to the gay community. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;According to Wikipedia, this phrase dates back to at least World War II when homosexual acts were illegal in the United States. Stating that, if someone was a 'friend of Dorothy', it was a euphemism used for discussing sexual orientation without others knowing its meaning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In W.O.Z, Dorothy is accepting of those who are different and of course, they are non other than the scarecrow, tinman &amp;amp; the lion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In fact, this term has been so widely used even in films and tv series in the early nineties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is something so new and unheard of to me and I am caught by surprise to know &amp;amp; therefore decided to share with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-1227925449718702617?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/1227925449718702617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=1227925449718702617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1227925449718702617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1227925449718702617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/09/beware-of-who-you-be-friend.html' title='Beware of who you BE-FRIEND'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-5098909257803533550</id><published>2008-09-05T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:55:37.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain the Blues!</title><content type='html'>Like the Chinese saying that goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bad things never come alone." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the exact translation? i dunnoe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy stuff pelted daily with the morning rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just disappointed with the sell-out production that we are currently running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's a complete dread to stay throughout and it's totally embarrassing that it is SOLD-out still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when the directorial baton was handed over 'temporarily' to another director... everything goes hay-wire. The combination of everything was just terrible :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the office, it was just clearing the dumps that was left by someone irresponsible. *urgh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is so unforgiving of the incompetent. So am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the whine and grind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top on my list now - Escapade to Bintan right after Wizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ambitious. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't care &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;... dentist sent a website with a whole long list to bintan resorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus... the following crack-er!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoTqRQ29Od8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoTqRQ29Od8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-5098909257803533550?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5098909257803533550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=5098909257803533550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5098909257803533550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5098909257803533550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/09/rain-blues.html' title='Rain the Blues!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-1913177843973319858</id><published>2008-09-01T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:52:53.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I wanted to catch this . . .   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;because . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGXw5hCfxZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGXw5hCfxZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-1913177843973319858?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/1913177843973319858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=1913177843973319858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1913177843973319858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1913177843973319858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-habits.html' title='Bad habits'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-1196566332479062988</id><published>2008-08-23T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:50:27.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all about work...</title><content type='html'>this is definitely one of those entries written out of sheer impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading D's blog on his awesome summer, sure I did feel happy for him to be enjoying every single moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am envious of those who took courage to step into teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those who prefer to explore the big world out there, have fun then settle into some place comfortable at the later part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks ago, Brian shared the plans he had laid out for 2009 productions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Wizard even started, he already thought of writting a play for Nov '09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was indeed impressed and am filled with sincere admiration for him because he is so talented, creative and has the gift for producing quality plays all from his heart. No one, thus far, can beat this great boss of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the thought of this, but I know quite likely, I'm already hooked to this company. Everyday's a challenge but once you see your plans materialising, it's a sense of gratification no one else, other than yourself, can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stuck a little card on my macboard that says "People with goals succeed because they know where they are going".  When I put it there five months ago, I stared at it everyday bearing selfish intentions of leaving anytime to my desired industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked at it today, i knew my plans were different. Big plan I have, that is to 'sell' my director and my company to my utmost capability. How? I really don't know yet. But I will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know actors living in Singapore cannot survive on acting alone. That's pretty much the same to the people working behind the scenes. Though I still get mom instigating me to get a better paying job or one that allows me to travel as frequent as Ivy does... I just brush it off knowing she probably doesn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough. But probably I'm still safely guarded under the wings of my parents where I can pursue my selfish desires and passions in an industry that doesn't feed me well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-1196566332479062988?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/1196566332479062988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=1196566332479062988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1196566332479062988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1196566332479062988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-about-work.html' title='all about work...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-5574752018898483902</id><published>2008-08-19T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:07:57.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the BALListic ironies</title><content type='html'>no matter how much men gets crazy about the physical aspects of women, there's bound to be something they bitch about women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"they're so petty, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so hard to please, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so materialistic, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so naggy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so emotional, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so scheming..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the list goes on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I happen to overhear the list of adjectives, I probably would have thought they are talking about themselves! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what I call, men of double standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a good idea to hitch a ride home with dad since i finished a meeting nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 20 min journey was... .... .. thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he asked where I learnt &lt;em&gt;(hell)&lt;/em&gt; driving from when I am the one behind the wheels!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, that's where I got my inspiration to title this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuts three lanes at once, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hits the breaks at the last second, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zooms to the front of the queue and filters, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;changes lane abruptly w/o signalling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HE flips when I do all of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the perfect example of a Double Standard MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sadly, my dearest dad is my subject victim in this entry when clearly, i was trying to point my fingers at certain males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and I love you still, dad... just don't stop picking me up :P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, the battle between men and women will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who's the best? who's the pettiest? who's the smartest? who's greater than who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that keeps the conversation going, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men will NEVER understand women, neither do we know NUTS about men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, that's the beauty of it. All the more we want to know what we have yet to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-5574752018898483902?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5574752018898483902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=5574752018898483902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5574752018898483902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5574752018898483902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/08/ballistic-ironies.html' title='the BALListic ironies'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-4609027358216056136</id><published>2008-08-18T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:00:00.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Girl</title><content type='html'>Missy Lor sent me her homemade cover version of &lt;em&gt;That Girl...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a fan of hers, I requested to have it up on my blog to tell the whole world how good she is :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Extremely talented, musically inclined, witty, clever, sporty, out-going, fun loving... she plays almost any instrument you can find in a rock band. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not shy to say, she'll be the girl I will woo if I am a guy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You go girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;object width="200" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/G4uyHVmhf9/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/G4uyHVmhf9/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/zeNwyC/music/6Sot61f6/thatgirlwma/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh tonight I'm feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone just wasting time&lt;br /&gt;no Friday movie nights or romantic candlelight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just having conversations&lt;br /&gt;with the thoughts in my head&lt;br /&gt;all I hear are angels crying&lt;br /&gt;oh won't they just sing instead&lt;br /&gt;It would be wrong for me to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't need that girl by my side&lt;br /&gt;I don't need that girl in my life&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk it out&lt;br /&gt;or hold her when she cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say she's my kind&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say that she's mine&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to tell her&lt;br /&gt;that I love her more than life&lt;br /&gt;more than life,&lt;br /&gt;love her more than life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this won't do&lt;br /&gt;how is she doing?&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself I'm feeling swell&lt;br /&gt;but I know I'm such a fool&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it as a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;but you know I don't feel that way&lt;br /&gt;who will take all this pain away?&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong for me to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a sin&lt;br /&gt;was the day I walked into the other side&lt;br /&gt;I would run back in&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't waste no time&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong for me to say&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/33713805-4609027358216056136?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4609027358216056136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=4609027358216056136&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4609027358216056136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4609027358216056136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-girl.html' title='That Girl'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-4299806496651163859</id><published>2008-08-17T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:25:51.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da:ns Festival 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to get your arse out of the couch and boogie! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's Your Move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; section. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me if you wanna boogie with me. I'll be waiting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dansfestival.com/2008/microsite/index.htm"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235507451587083218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SKhCSc7CO9I/AAAAAAAAAi4/JBU7UyiqzbM/s400/dans+festival.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/33713805-4299806496651163859?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4299806496651163859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=4299806496651163859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4299806496651163859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4299806496651163859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/08/dans-festival-2008.html' title='Da:ns Festival 2008'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SKhCSc7CO9I/AAAAAAAAAi4/JBU7UyiqzbM/s72-c/dans+festival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-8188470514515239513</id><published>2008-08-17T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:18:14.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss-UnderStood</title><content type='html'>Christians are probably the most misunderstood people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ARE humans after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we mind our own business, the world criticises our every wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how tough it is to apologise and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'we were just being UnChristian at THAT moment'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's like a blood-stained white cloth that can never be washed clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now we know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-8188470514515239513?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8188470514515239513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=8188470514515239513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/8188470514515239513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/8188470514515239513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/08/miss-understood.html' title='Miss-UnderStood'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7928305567361052730</id><published>2008-08-10T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:48:13.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sWeeTheArts</title><content type='html'>A delightful email from the MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SJ7TAovFOzI/AAAAAAAAAiw/gxsah0wwkQA/s1600-h/letter+from+dentist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232851824939449138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SJ7TAovFOzI/AAAAAAAAAiw/gxsah0wwkQA/s400/letter+from+dentist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you have seen OUR dentist, you probably would appreciate this letter all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but grin soooo much while reading the last red-coloured words "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I heart you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! He'll be the last person on earth to ever say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was incredibly sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, this group of sweetahearts are the most incredible people &amp;amp; God certainly has put the strangest combination all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost a 4 year relationship that went through tulmultous moments where we practically felt like scratching each other's eyeballs out sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can envision our lives together in Faith for the next ten years and nothing I would give all these up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, it really isn't easy finding people you can click with and to just lie amongst one another, no words said, THAT is the most beautiful moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-7928305567361052730?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7928305567361052730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7928305567361052730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7928305567361052730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7928305567361052730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweethearts.html' title='sWeeTheArts'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SJ7TAovFOzI/AAAAAAAAAiw/gxsah0wwkQA/s72-c/letter+from+dentist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-156700612949903154</id><published>2008-07-30T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:51:32.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Greens....</title><content type='html'>Wednesdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies' Night with free drinks and entry to pubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reasons, I receive weekly smses to tell me I get 3 free lychee martinis after 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SJBhvE-N3_I/AAAAAAAAAio/3SNHAO56KgU/s1600-h/martini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SJBhvE-N3_I/AAAAAAAAAio/3SNHAO56KgU/s400/martini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228786628793589746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these smses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - it's extremely tempting because it's my fav alcoholic drink&lt;br /&gt;#2 - it makes me know I can't go and chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, drinking on a mid-week night. Who's crazy enough to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting high, drunk, tired, sleepy, hang over and going to work on Thurs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then I realise... man... these smses are just making me jealous because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... only people who don't need to work, have a nightlife, bitch about each other on blogs, get into legal case because of it, selling their flesh on the internet, peeling whatever little fabric they have off their skin to flash to the whole world, scooting off overseas while the rest of their peers are slogging away&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can down all the alocohol on a mid-week night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now... I really sound like a jealous pig! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-156700612949903154?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/156700612949903154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=156700612949903154&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/156700612949903154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/156700612949903154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday-greens.html' title='Wednesday Greens....'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SJBhvE-N3_I/AAAAAAAAAio/3SNHAO56KgU/s72-c/martini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-6866192628313368250</id><published>2008-07-30T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:50:05.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aWeSome!</title><content type='html'>I had the most aWeSome time this afternoon at a meeting at everynation church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with T who introduced me to her lovely team of talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, T used to act in one of our plays years back and now she's into full time ministry &amp;amp; has approached Brian to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was extremely encouraging and I could see her heart for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the journey back to office, I reflected on the past six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the start, I've always been so worried about how God can actually use me to make things work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I've been so blind to see that everyone that came along, has been teaching and helping me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, God is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never once doubted He has reasons to everything, every person and every situation He puts us in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the process of finding that out is what makes life so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aWeSome...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-6866192628313368250?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6866192628313368250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=6866192628313368250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6866192628313368250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6866192628313368250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/awesome.html' title='aWeSome!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-8448659085812218025</id><published>2008-07-28T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:57:06.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy that Got Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This boy totally blows me away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t1YK4H677b4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t1YK4H677b4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-8448659085812218025?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8448659085812218025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=8448659085812218025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/8448659085812218025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/8448659085812218025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/boy-that-got-me.html' title='The Boy that Got Me'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-4740378895656972923</id><published>2008-07-28T14:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:43:18.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues for a VEGEtarian</title><content type='html'>With the first half of the day gone, I have already concluded that this is the most AMAZING Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I use the word 'Amazing', it isn't necessarily a positive thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late morning, I was caught in a meeting with three Peruvian ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, it was a complete meeting of the chicken and ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not well-versed in English neither was I in Spanish, 'xcept for Si, Si, Si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, as I closed the door behind them, I just knew it's gonna be a looonggg working relationship with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - J handed me a box of Unagi rice with abalone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart plunged and I knew it's going to be another long lunch session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's really sweet to prepare my share everytime she makes Unagi Rice but... I'm not sure if I should trade this kindness with rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A semi-VEGETARIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn to declare that in future and be firm about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat fish but not ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange enough, though my nose is blocked most of the time, I'm still sensitive to the smell of meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unagi stinks and Mackerel is not my type of fish. Abalone bites like rubber. Too much sushi rice is explosive to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh........... I hate myself. If only I eat like a junkyard =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with every spoon i put in my mouth, I feel it coming out in the opposing direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling crabby now and I know I should not show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way out - &gt; Blog and whine. COOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-4740378895656972923?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4740378895656972923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=4740378895656972923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4740378895656972923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4740378895656972923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/with-first-half-of-day-gone-i-had.html' title='Monday Blues for a VEGEtarian'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-3800228787785710769</id><published>2008-07-28T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:26:17.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;With &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I say '&lt;em&gt;aye&lt;/em&gt;' to Cambodia Mission trip in Oct/Nov.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I say, &lt;em&gt;'yes, no or maybe'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To me, these two &lt;strong&gt;SHOULD&lt;/strong&gt; never co-exists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-3800228787785710769?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3800228787785710769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=3800228787785710769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3800228787785710769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3800228787785710769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/mission-ii.html' title='Mission II'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7740537005744837128</id><published>2008-07-28T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:03:46.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOP 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIycK4uVjHI/AAAAAAAAAiU/B3bInlRpyoc/s1600-h/FOP-Flyer_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227724978309663858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIycK4uVjHI/AAAAAAAAAiU/B3bInlRpyoc/s400/FOP-Flyer_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not going to Miss it this time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-7740537005744837128?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7740537005744837128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7740537005744837128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7740537005744837128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7740537005744837128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/fop-2008.html' title='FOP 2008'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIycK4uVjHI/AAAAAAAAAiU/B3bInlRpyoc/s72-c/FOP-Flyer_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-4470642625501942605</id><published>2008-07-21T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:50:10.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good O'l Peanuts</title><content type='html'>To all who needs a little answer in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SISv_8o5AZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/AXfys6v6sww/s1600-h/peanuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225494980800872850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SISv_8o5AZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/AXfys6v6sww/s400/peanuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-4470642625501942605?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4470642625501942605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=4470642625501942605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4470642625501942605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4470642625501942605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-ol-peanuts.html' title='Good O&apos;l Peanuts'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SISv_8o5AZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/AXfys6v6sww/s72-c/peanuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-2961756070547754572</id><published>2008-07-20T23:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:00:14.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Miracle Hands...</title><content type='html'>God works in the most wonderful and miraculous ways, so much so I have to give in to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME is one tool He uses with skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He reveals things at the perfect TIME to knock sense into us &amp;amp; wake us up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMAN is another tool He uses to communicate with us &lt;em&gt;(of course other than the bible)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While surfing around, I chanced upon this blog which I have been searching for a while but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last night, for some strange reasons, the window popped open with just a few clicks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was timely enough to clarify some doubts i had been bearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Festival ended last night with the most awesome crowd yet the whole time, I was pretty much devoid of &lt;em&gt;ra-ra&lt;/em&gt; emotions unlike at Arts Fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as the saying goes, "with more money comes more responsibility.." &lt;em&gt;duh. &lt;/em&gt;maybe that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up guessing what God wants from me and wants me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But He certainly has been watching over me even after my multiple tantrums Him since Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, how blessed I am to be emceeing at Night Festival, to speak to a crowd of ten thousands, to work with different people... to meet people.... how he has strangely placed in situations where I have never been thankful for but were to my benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just need to get over the weekend hype and go back to being a weekday OL ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-2961756070547754572?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2961756070547754572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=2961756070547754572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2961756070547754572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2961756070547754572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/gods-miracle-hands.html' title='God&apos;s Miracle Hands...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7221686577496451043</id><published>2008-07-18T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:46:47.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.T.O.T</title><content type='html'>Neighbours with W.R. isn't too bad either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While they prepare for Singapore Theatre Festival, their actors pass by ever so often to attend rehearsals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few days back, D. walked by and knocked on our window, Jen called out to me and I went to open the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strangely, there must be a thousand and one things on my mind and when I opened, I was staring into the face of this pretty boy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly it was all the weird questions that popped into my head within that split second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"D isn't so fair. How come he's eyes are smaller? So cute? so... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the guy broke into a smile to break that momentary awkwardness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. That chinese actor who starred in First Touch on C5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nick S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh... i closed the door calmly and then started gushing like mad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, now D pops by ever so often and i let slip on that incident that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But first, must verify if he's a gay first. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am so going to watch this. To support D on the front, but.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224257168477031282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIBKNyZci3I/AAAAAAAAAiE/diXipO3a9OY/s320/otot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So now you know whom I locked my gaze with?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-7221686577496451043?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7221686577496451043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7221686577496451043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7221686577496451043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7221686577496451043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/otot.html' title='O.T.O.T'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIBKNyZci3I/AAAAAAAAAiE/diXipO3a9OY/s72-c/otot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7692380317579530394</id><published>2008-07-18T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:31:16.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dancing Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIBFlv-oLPI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zpqGlCmUg1Q/s1600-h/bilune+%2B+SF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224252082586397938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIBFlv-oLPI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zpqGlCmUg1Q/s320/bilune+%2B+SF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time in Singapore, the National Musuem brings art out into the garden!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Internationally acclaimed Italian art group, Studio Festi opens the Night Festival with the spectacular performance, &lt;em&gt;The Dancing Sky.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting tonight, 9pm, The Dancing Sky will enthrall you with two segments of breathtaking large scale outdoor theatrical performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to the National Musuem Garden and the SMU Campus to spend your weekend night! Away from the hustle and bustle of night clubs and alcohol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224252077553866530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIBFldOx1yI/AAAAAAAAAh0/iC1gZDR0fWg/s320/ball+%2B+sf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;During rehearsal last night, the moon was gorgeous! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;With the huge helium spheres that suspended in mid air, it was a beautiful picturesque night sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I thought I could hold out, working from 9.30am to 2am and go back to work again at 9.30am but I was wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Overestimated my ability to work 17 hours and sleep 4 hours :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Recharging before moonlighting again today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, at least it's something I enjoy :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-7692380317579530394?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7692380317579530394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7692380317579530394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7692380317579530394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7692380317579530394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/dancing-sky.html' title='The Dancing Sky'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIBFlv-oLPI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zpqGlCmUg1Q/s72-c/bilune+%2B+SF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-306525900072436297</id><published>2008-07-13T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:08:35.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance is Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"With much wisdom comes much sorrow; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the more knowledge, the more grief"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Eccl. 1:18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These ancient words are comforting for those who live in ignorance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you grow older, you become less happy and gradually you become a disgruntled individual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The lines that form on your face each has a story to tell, knowledge to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I know why adults used to tell the young me last time that they wish they are still in school, studying and enjoying life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life's so strange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My friend called me up to emcee at NSM this weekend, not mentioning the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found out from the papers which event I will be hosting and almost fainted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not exactly jumping for joy but rather confused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been asking God what does He want to tell me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope He answers me. Just don't give me a heart attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, never know what will happen so keeping my fingers cross and will tell more when I'm done with the event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(in case it gets cancelled, touch wood)&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/33713805-306525900072436297?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/306525900072436297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=306525900072436297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/306525900072436297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/306525900072436297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='Ignorance is Bliss'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7167709637000630866</id><published>2008-07-11T00:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:37:30.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberation!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Declared graduated from NUS Arts &amp;amp; Social Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Major of Theatre Studies &amp;amp; Communications New Media&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor with Merit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2.5 years is probably enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated with two majors &amp;amp; am contented till this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, WILL NOT stop at this because truth is - I really Miss studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 months into the working world and i wished I can just do mission work elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why but I'm probably fighting a battle with no destination in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graduation was the day to cam whore freely! Woohoo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZA4s-qRdI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Mzz9pHBspR8/s1600-h/DSC04363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221432160873498066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZA4s-qRdI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Mzz9pHBspR8/s320/DSC04363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theatre Studies Nerdies + Funkies Rawks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZCTHnnMUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/mu4vZjID6Jc/s1600-h/DSC04376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221433714212811074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZCTHnnMUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/mu4vZjID6Jc/s320/DSC04376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Real &lt;em&gt;thorn&lt;/em&gt; amongst the roses :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZA51FdxtI/AAAAAAAAAg8/cdDa62jYxxM/s1600-h/DSC04373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221432180229392082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZA51FdxtI/AAAAAAAAAg8/cdDa62jYxxM/s320/DSC04373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yahui aka Chen Xiao Wen &amp;amp; Me aka Lao Lao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZA4BSJ-8I/AAAAAAAAAgc/mTtRInUv1Mk/s1600-h/DSC04362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221432149144107970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZA4BSJ-8I/AAAAAAAAAgc/mTtRInUv1Mk/s320/DSC04362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZA4BSJ-8I/AAAAAAAAAgc/mTtRInUv1Mk/s1600-h/DSC04362.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grabbing my cast for Wizard of Oz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZCUz-VnFI/AAAAAAAAAhk/mpThGYUzFcs/s1600-h/DSC04379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221433743299157074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZCUz-VnFI/AAAAAAAAAhk/mpThGYUzFcs/s320/DSC04379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My gorgeous! Man, I really love the pretty face of this girl..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZA5TX-LnI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ng8XptrU668/s1600-h/DSC04372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221432171180207730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZA5TX-LnI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ng8XptrU668/s320/DSC04372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZA5TX-LnI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ng8XptrU668/s1600-h/DSC04372.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another thorn but promising director-to-be!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZA5TX-LnI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ng8XptrU668/s1600-h/DSC04372.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZA4-KEPnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/RXyhgW9Ein4/s1600-h/DSC04371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221432165484740210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZA4-KEPnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/RXyhgW9Ein4/s320/DSC04371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sexy babe I shouldn't miss :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZC9CNRP8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/X9veao14Buo/s1600-h/DSC04380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221434434314649538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZC9CNRP8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/X9veao14Buo/s320/DSC04380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZC9CNRP8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/X9veao14Buo/s1600-h/DSC04380.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missing her for the longest time!!!! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZCTktlIVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/RRAlS3aCXig/s1600-h/DSC04392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221433722022469970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZCTktlIVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/RRAlS3aCXig/s320/DSC04392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZCUz-VnFI/AAAAAAAAAhk/mpThGYUzFcs/s1600-h/DSC04379.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZCUNy_IeI/AAAAAAAAAhU/vIcFbezIOvY/s1600-h/DSC04390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221433733050999266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZCUNy_IeI/AAAAAAAAAhU/vIcFbezIOvY/s320/DSC04390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZCUr6IeII/AAAAAAAAAhc/0IdIZEM_UNE/s1600-h/DSC04379.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My prized possessions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They look so cute even though they've aged quite so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pity.. there's so many more of whom I haven't snapped pictures with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know who you are and I am waiting for that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's cam whore with the crappy mortar board and the horrid blue gown that 'impregnates' everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-7167709637000630866?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7167709637000630866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7167709637000630866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7167709637000630866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7167709637000630866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/liberation.html' title='Liberation!!!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHZA4s-qRdI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Mzz9pHBspR8/s72-c/DSC04363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-5344871960835454757</id><published>2008-07-10T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:12:38.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Dolls</title><content type='html'>Few weeks back we headed down to Suntec thinking there was a toy fair. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Uncle Sam wanted to search for transformers for W.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went down and saw all the cosplayers in naruto, bleach characters and we knew we went to the wrong place. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went in anyhow and we got interviewed by a Japanese magazine journalist *teehee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a fan of anime/manga but I sure saw some very pretty DOMUYA dolls which I have to share with all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221402507691434354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHYl6qRIIXI/AAAAAAAAAgU/tztlhcNE_to/s320/DSC04221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one's look really cool and suave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221401587498550114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHYlFGSDA2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/1dnKcFNXqnc/s320/DSC04215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is pretty but looks too weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221401597440130082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHYlFrUTfCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/j9uVVXtnCOI/s320/DSC04217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love this one! Her eyes, her sensuality...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221401580311084930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHYlErga_4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/Q4_l2R_KPIs/s320/Close+up2+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is one cool dude, I heard she's an FF character.&lt;br /&gt;Which series, definitely not 8 because I'm unfamiliar with the rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221401610265753058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHYlGbGK9eI/AAAAAAAAAgM/uZb_oCqURJw/s320/DSC04219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. Now I wish I look like them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-5344871960835454757?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5344871960835454757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=5344871960835454757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5344871960835454757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5344871960835454757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/pretty-dolls.html' title='Pretty Dolls'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SHYl6qRIIXI/AAAAAAAAAgU/tztlhcNE_to/s72-c/DSC04221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-6861486440313681883</id><published>2008-07-09T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:01:30.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>Almost a month since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, usual stuff that kept me away from my comp at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably the reason why I really wish to be a student still, at least I can be one 24/7 with no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a blast and it was definitely THE moment for me to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell had a time out at ECP and we actually did the ULTIMATE frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic! It got everyone so crazy and that was THE moment to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there weren't any tired doctor, dentist, lawyer, engineer, students, it was a team of competitive, adrenaline pumping 'youths' fighting for THAT frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the camera could capture THE moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home with a sore 'tailbone', aching thighs from the speed cycling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I realised I haven't slept so well after so such a long time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had dinner with PF. 2 days before his enlistment and my commencement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice to just chat up with him over a sumptuous buffet spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the buffet was really overwhelming and definite no-no for me next time, I wondered when will be the next time I see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to send him 'off' because that would mean I might possibly miss attending my graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, we probably would end up crying like we did at macau airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grew up fighting ever so often yet doing all the silly things together like squeezing under the same blanket, set up a 'book stall' with the little books I have on my bed, tricked each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh.. those days... how innocent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's getting ever so challenging and I am still trusting God in many areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet He's so strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through work, He revealed a different &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mediator&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;A patient comforter&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;A listener&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;A dissipator&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I never thought I am or could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with all the tension going on between the other two at work, I'm stuck in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A position I never wished to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... &lt;em&gt;He's strange&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-6861486440313681883?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6861486440313681883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=6861486440313681883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6861486440313681883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6861486440313681883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-out.html' title='Time Out'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-1329197397305902259</id><published>2008-06-19T11:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:22:53.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SERIOUSLY POPULAR!</title><content type='html'>Spoiler for the DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called in to SISTIC only to find out the tickets for  SERIOUSLY  HOSSAN is SOLD OUT!!! &amp;amp; that includes the extended shoW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reminding myself to get the tickets but kept forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wanna kick myself in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SFnQXbn42rI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JsGwQox2s8c/s1600-h/late-nite-hossan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 404px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SFnQXbn42rI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JsGwQox2s8c/s320/late-nite-hossan.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213427144628689586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*cries*.... URGH~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my hossan&lt;/span&gt;... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-1329197397305902259?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/1329197397305902259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=1329197397305902259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1329197397305902259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1329197397305902259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/06/seriously-popular.html' title='SERIOUSLY POPULAR!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SFnQXbn42rI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JsGwQox2s8c/s72-c/late-nite-hossan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-5740789744770460497</id><published>2008-06-18T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:53:12.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breather... very much appreciated.</title><content type='html'>Sure, it's the movie season in Singapore again and there are so many shows to catch but so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't regret one bit by agreeing to 'tag' along the animaniacs-fans to catch 'Kung Fu Panda'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SFfzUlud43I/AAAAAAAAAfc/-7ty8KYPS3I/s1600-h/kungfupanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212902628754580338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SFfzUlud43I/AAAAAAAAAfc/-7ty8KYPS3I/s320/kungfupanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Names like Jack Black, Angelina Jolie, Jackie Chan are just turn offs for me because I simply didn't quite take to any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the show, I warn you, is full of twists, lame and hilarious moments. It was wonderful to have Ivy and Uncle Sam on my sides because I could slap their arms while roaring in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can be a pain to my companions when I laugh in theatres :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not leaking any details on the show, I would advise those who would need to seek a breather to go catch it and just LAUGH your guts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read from the autobiography of Shirley Temple -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The good part of this frentic rushing around was its sense of being busy, being needed"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not quite sure how true this is to you, but I hate to admit that it contains a tweeny weeny bit of truth in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe that's why out of work I have been agreeing to take up more responsibilities, yet providing almost slipshod work (or so I think).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At work, this week is utterly crazy with all the silly things to be done. Silly, because it's so menial I think I can do it with my brains put on the table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am, in one way angry with my colleague for taking leave and not helping out, on the other I felt a little numb as if set in the mode of just getting things done. And also, it gives me a reason to avoid doing things which I do not feel like doing, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AT THE MOMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I have been searching for an avenue to kick my shoes off at the end of the day and just relax and am still looking and crossing out things on my list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Dancing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes, definitely getting back to that once I can find the right dates and partners for the lessons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) &lt;span&gt;Getting another licence - Power Boat or Bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(more to power boat so I can have an excuse to bask in the sun and enjoy the sea more often, but practically speaking... there's no reason to go out to sea now since there's no kelong for us to hang out at...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Form a sports regime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yep, definitely! With the guys fixing more soccer time, the girls need to work on something too! Sunday has thus far been set aside for badminton and it will resume again once Miss Lor is free.. ahem)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) Get a vehicle for cruising&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in tandem with point 3, getting a bicycle is next up on my mind as well as a good replacement for point 2. And I have started my research on mountain bikes and set aside a tidy sum to invest in this new toy. One dear boy has offered to do the recommendation through his bike shop and i will be looking forward to that, *triple ahems)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, at least I have something on my list to look forward to!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-5740789744770460497?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5740789744770460497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=5740789744770460497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5740789744770460497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5740789744770460497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/06/breather-very-much-appreciated.html' title='Breather... very much appreciated.'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SFfzUlud43I/AAAAAAAAAfc/-7ty8KYPS3I/s72-c/kungfupanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-5986891383329828635</id><published>2008-06-10T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:53:19.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing and will be..</title><content type='html'>9 June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the day I spent cycling through East Coast Park with Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the day she left us for her home in Norwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been such lovely 8 days to spend with a Briton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's over and I'm back in the office stuck at my desk typing furiously away and clearing up all the piles of work, preparing for the next big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been out under the sun for too long and I can count the number of freckles that have appeared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine cycling under that merciless afternoon sun at 3.30pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been riding in ages and it felt terrific!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed it so so much and am thinking of getting one again :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'll make sure it's &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out of my sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-5986891383329828635?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5986891383329828635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=5986891383329828635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5986891383329828635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5986891383329828635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/06/missing-and-will-be.html' title='Missing and will be..'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-5642390165453395799</id><published>2008-06-08T10:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:36:36.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodging Good Time :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't remember the last time i went to birdpark but it never looked any different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it's very interesting because while everything remains the same, I go home with something different each time - appreciating the same thing at the different phases of my life allows you to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; home something new and refreshing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never really like birds because I grew up thinking their brains are too small for anything. So they are most probably the stupidest creature in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then, few years back I had a bad encounter with a bird while riding the bike and since then I was conditioned with a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dodging reflex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; whenever a bird flies over me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway...something sweet to share with you using my precious camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209343470744014754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SEtOSU6yj6I/AAAAAAAAAfU/iMr46-kf_8I/s320/Yellow+birds.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Colourful little ones enjoying the company of the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209343467200472946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SEtOSHt8Z3I/AAAAAAAAAfM/TrHuxlVxz3k/s320/vulture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The wings of intimidation of Mr Grouchy Vulture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209343461748215058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SEtORzaBjRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/LIQvQCZA2PA/s320/parrots+chase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out of my space, you birds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209343461309139042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SEtORxxVyGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/eTwk6cT2N24/s320/good+friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The silent harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209343449536863842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SEtORF6nHmI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mK9PlLScsN0/s320/cheeky+bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The simple guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We managed to catch two shows there. And it was fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I can't imagine how much effort it took to teach these little creatures to fly through hoops, play dunk, zip so low but high enough not to touch the audience heads. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh my. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The wonders of God's creations. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just a question for you all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you had to choose, which animal do you think you would want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-5642390165453395799?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5642390165453395799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=5642390165453395799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5642390165453395799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5642390165453395799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/06/dodging-good-time.html' title='Dodging Good Time :)'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SEtOSU6yj6I/AAAAAAAAAfU/iMr46-kf_8I/s72-c/Yellow+birds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-2144686162704107340</id><published>2008-06-06T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:30:07.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuming Bad Time!</title><content type='html'>I have been the most unoriginal with my post titles, but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I think I need a little pat on my shoulder for being a wonderful pufferfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce was scheduled to have an autograph session and a talk at a bookstore today and I was certainly looking forward to it, thinking i probably would witness a hundred times smaller JK Rowling session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, when we reached the bookstore, there was no sign of an event happening nor the sight of the signing table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marketing team met us and started to explain the possibility of not getting anyone at the bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, nobody turned up and the senior sales executive and marketing executive grab a bunny Joyce carried around and went out to the basement, did their silly antics to persuade people to come into the the bookstore just to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most embarrassing moment and I was ready to walk out anytime when Joyce was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held me back calmly and told me it wouldn't do any good and she had just expected it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I thought I was literally puffing up like a fish and probably would have floated silly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 marketing people in the LARGEST book distributor organisation could not even get a crowd at the LARGEST bookstore at Raffles City. What a SHAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will not be saying names but I sure told them that they could have done a BETTER job with 5 people in the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company has only 5 employees and we can run 43 performances over 3 weeks. Mark the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NEVER felt so proud in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore, never ever to work with the people in the LARGEST bookstore at Raffles City again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I am still not saying names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-2144686162704107340?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2144686162704107340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=2144686162704107340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2144686162704107340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2144686162704107340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/06/fuming-bad-time.html' title='Fuming Bad Time!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-4444317302781552679</id><published>2008-06-06T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:17:08.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Good Time!</title><content type='html'>With absolute no pun intended, I definitely had an English good time when I hang out with Englishman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While strolling around Raffles Hotel this afternoon, Joyce pointed out in the most tactful manner that I have a funny way of using &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;fetch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it must have been something that was getting on her nerves that she finally had to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame her. I get all squirmy when people cannot pronounce the word &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Japanese"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"lettuce"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me practise a little here with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John will &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;fetch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you from school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John will &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you to the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John will &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the wine to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? This is certainly not something new to me because once in a big blue moon, my dad will start his grammar-in-the-car lessons with me and it was just horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never could get it right anyway :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally settled back at Brian's place, ran through tmr's schedule at Brian's desk, he suddenly interrupted and said I shouldn't say, "Can you help me hold these"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use the word &lt;em&gt;help&lt;/em&gt; means ..... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I forgot what he said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I sure am in a good environment of Englishmen to correct me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... yes Dad, you can stop your &lt;em&gt;I-told-you-so&lt;/em&gt; stare now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-4444317302781552679?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4444317302781552679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=4444317302781552679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4444317302781552679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4444317302781552679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/06/english-good-time.html' title='English Good Time!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7613974978236887984</id><published>2008-06-03T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:21:50.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back ...</title><content type='html'>Yes, the usual phrase ~ it's been long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days had been physically draining but mentally enriching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Dunbar, the author who wrote Moonbird, came down to Singapore and I have been the unofficial, untrained, totally unprofessional tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, in fact, my honour to be able to stick around a very prolific UK writer for children's stories. I have never come that close to spending days with someone so wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been brought back to my childhood days where I picked up picture books. As I flipped them now, it's all viewed in a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illustrations, the story, the ending, the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me, people write because they have problems. And the bigger their problems, the better their stories (of course, if they put it all in the right way), because solutions have to come after problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy person cannot write much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a writer, and so I don't know how true is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't wish to hang around her anymore, because she is making me love my job more. She's so brilliant to be with, I wonder where will I get this chance anymore if I was never in this company :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny what God does sometimes. And I will never understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be in this industry longer than I could have ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~ Your destiny comes from the strength of your desire~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-7613974978236887984?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7613974978236887984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7613974978236887984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7613974978236887984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7613974978236887984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/06/yes-usual-phrase-its-been-long.html' title='Back ...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-8049819505390113853</id><published>2008-05-20T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:08:45.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just gets worst</title><content type='html'>Truth be told, I wasn't so keen on blogging these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that's happening in Sichuan, it sure didn't help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the news or reading the papers just seem like so... heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whining about the sweltering heat only makes me feel like an immature person who should be the one thrown under the rubble, eating paper and drinking my own urine for 40 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging about the best things that happened makes me sound like a big fat gloater who should be the one to have my limbs amputated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all these would just stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News never get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-8049819505390113853?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8049819505390113853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=8049819505390113853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/8049819505390113853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/8049819505390113853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/05/truth-be-told-i-wasnt-so-keen-on.html' title='It just gets worst'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-5404493947228036676</id><published>2008-05-17T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:09:55.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird people...</title><content type='html'>while the news is currently flooded with saddening events, we decided to seek humour in the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday's Straits Times, there was an article that reported on the current situation of the wife of our leader, hospitalised due to a sudden stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their daughter reported the following of her mother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Her intelligence is not affected, but physical movements may be frustrating,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After serious consideration at this odd statement, i realised how incomprehensible it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine asking the doctor, when my parent gets wheeled out of the operating theatre, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Doctor, is my mom still intelligent?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; instead of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"is my mom fine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it really matter more that the intelligence being affected or the health?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says it matters to THE family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe we would expect the following in near times too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Pronounced dead. But intelligence still not affected."&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/33713805-5404493947228036676?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5404493947228036676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=5404493947228036676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5404493947228036676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5404493947228036676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/05/weird-people.html' title='Weird people...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-307497998285979</id><published>2008-05-11T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:26:42.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when slapsticks heal the wounds...</title><content type='html'>Caught this show in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, pretty much a wonderful experience to do something bad... after such a looooooooong time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199121422630082946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SCb9Y0P9WYI/AAAAAAAAAes/gCgcdel0hqU/s320/what-happens-vegas-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty much like &lt;em&gt;JUST MARRIED&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;What happens in Vegas&lt;/em&gt; is equally hilarious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What really cracked me up were the psychotic side of women found in Joy (Cameron Diaz) &amp;amp; the perverse nature of men in Jack (Aston Kutcher).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shan't reveal too much but go catch it probably on a cheap movie day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cameron Diaz is one hot blonde for someone her age. *grins*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Headed down to Queenstown Library because we were having a preview show for Moonbird. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The songs are beautiful, the actors are equally good at singing it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two hearing impaired actors make up the cast of eight. One of the hearing impaired actress is beautiful, or so I think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For whatever stupid reasons, I typed out 'You are very pretty :D' &amp;amp; showed her before I left, she hand signed a "thank you" before moving away shyly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uncle Sam said I was flirting. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sure hope she doesn't think funny of me, but when I think someone is really pretty, I just have the urge to tell them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interested to see how she looks like, go Youtube to google her name -&gt;Erika Levi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-307497998285979?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/307497998285979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=307497998285979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/307497998285979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/307497998285979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-slapsticks-heal-wounds.html' title='when slapsticks heal the wounds...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SCb9Y0P9WYI/AAAAAAAAAes/gCgcdel0hqU/s72-c/what-happens-vegas-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-4894229704699827614</id><published>2008-05-11T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:38:04.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning! Tears abound!</title><content type='html'>I wasn't expecting much when I picked up May's issue of Vanilla Magazine from the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, it was just another women's magazine out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chucked it in my bag so I could read on my journey to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned the pages, tears started to well up in my eyes when i read articles after articles on mother &amp;amp; child relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover story was on this Myammar girl who lost her mom when she was studying here alone &amp;amp; how her mom used to pack a box of her favourites for her to bring back to Singapore everytime she went home for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other touching stories included the exchange of letters between the magazine's editor and her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was silly of me because I forgot I'm an emotional bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my mom, we are termed the crybabies of the house while my dad and sister are proven to have extremely dry eyes and inactive tear glands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Ivy was there to FINALLY witness someone crying on the train &lt;em&gt;(not from fighting with bf)&lt;/em&gt; but from reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't cry from fighting =.= NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in view of today's special occassion, take sometime to appreciate someone who has painstakingly brought you up despite you calling that irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will, one day, become a parent yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-4894229704699827614?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4894229704699827614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=4894229704699827614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4894229704699827614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4894229704699827614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/05/warning-tears-abound.html' title='Warning! Tears abound!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-6173495359269604248</id><published>2008-05-11T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:23:21.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I never really keep track of the date of my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been piling up at work and I have been staying back slightly later &amp;amp; juggling with three productions paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how easy it is to be stuck in this co for long because the productions never stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good &amp;amp; Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't stop looking around. Afterall, I belong to the Gen Y club! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read yesterday's papers and you will get a pretty good idea of the Gen Y and how they work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;July's issue of Faithlink &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been tasked to write an article on a person's transformed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy news! I managed to secure an email interview with Al Gordon &amp;amp; Tim Hughes! Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give up after I was denied an interview with them while they were here at FMC last month. I missed their concert at Max pavilion too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(crazy people who insisted we collect tickets from thomson during odd timing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been rushing to do a speedy research on them before getting the questions out. Ahhhhhh... I sure hope the readers of FL will be blessed by that interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly Saturday. Was supposed to head down to bukit batok &amp;amp; bukit panjang lib to snap pictures of our Moonbird preview but my battery died on me at the first location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed home to check ivy's cam and it happened likewise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed 2 pie kias from lot one for dad and i and decided to stay home instead. (Missed ker-ying's lunchtime meetup too.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on another note. The pie kia - excellent branding but the pies sure aren't up to standard for that horrendous price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many workers who stood around chatting while I have only 3 mushroom chickens to choose from. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked off thinking if i were the boss, they probably wouldn't be reporting for work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I rather spend 30 cents more for an excellent, bigger and crispy polar puff. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-6173495359269604248?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6173495359269604248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=6173495359269604248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6173495359269604248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6173495359269604248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/05/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-4059356986633273054</id><published>2008-05-04T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:52:51.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's really not that ~AWW~ bad.</title><content type='html'>I found my sprain doctor. No not witch doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact it's a needles doctor :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acupunturist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I never knew I would resort to this but ya, when you're in pain, anything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on the chair and almost kicked the doctor when he gave me this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SB3MDoaft5I/AAAAAAAAAek/w54DOoNIVGI/s1600-h/uchr_04_img0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196533907815643026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SB3MDoaft5I/AAAAAAAAAek/w54DOoNIVGI/s400/uchr_04_img0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.. seriously, it was only my left leg and there were only 3 needles. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't move for an hour. Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pain still persists but then... &lt;em&gt;haiya.. see how.&lt;/em&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;I'm beginning to feel a little drained at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing all the stuff I avoided in school -&gt; Photoshop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh! For whatever reason, working in a smaller company does help when you want to 'learn' to BAO KA LIAO. But it's extremely inefficient though cost saving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-4059356986633273054?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4059356986633273054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=4059356986633273054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4059356986633273054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4059356986633273054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-really-not-that-aww-bad.html' title='it&apos;s really not that ~AWW~ bad.'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SB3MDoaft5I/AAAAAAAAAek/w54DOoNIVGI/s72-c/uchr_04_img0444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-1474701975512753740</id><published>2008-04-30T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:25:52.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Oh Why...</title><content type='html'>Today isn't exactly the best day... Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many reasons to pick from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) At work.. gosh, so much to clear before production begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Today is A Maths exams &amp;amp; I didn't get the best reply from the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Took half day to sit for a test which I have no idea why I was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Couldn't even nap at home because I just can't. (Oddly, I sleep so well in trains +.+)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Relapse of old injury on left ankle and made me limp for the past few days *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Point (2) was the worst of all and has made me think alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered back in school when friends who are weaker in maths ask me some questions, I get extremely exasperated when they just don't get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my temper has become much better, the students ain't even trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I get my point across to them that I can only teach them this much, the rest is really up to them to practise!!! If they don't, formulas and methods of applications just slip through their fingers that easily! On top of that, you need to try try and try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did that spirit of perserverance go? URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between maths and the science is that, as long as u try, practise, figure you will solve a maths question. But science is rigid! If you don't know it there and then, you will never get the answer. Unless of course you do your research &amp;amp; read up during your own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. that much for all the ranting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the difference being a tutor &amp;amp; a school teacher is.. a tutor can't scold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are too old to be scolded too. SIGHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, at least I have some heart warming smses from two handsome boys yesterday and the beginning of the week *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforting to know that my one month stint at BP has made some really good 'friends'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, work hard kids. Before you know it, school's over and the real world comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it will be interesting to collect a little data using the poll at my sidebar. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-1474701975512753740?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/1474701975512753740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=1474701975512753740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1474701975512753740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1474701975512753740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-oh-why.html' title='Why Oh Why...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-3557582678024229504</id><published>2008-04-28T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:48:21.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah Humba</title><content type='html'>There are some days where I run out of things to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I find every thing just silly to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a peek into other's blogs and you see all the weirdest, most mundane or sickening posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posts after posts&lt;/strong&gt; = &lt;em&gt;whining about stress at work, school, relationships&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day after day&lt;/strong&gt; = &lt;em&gt;events and silly things you do with your boyfriends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people reveal far too much on their blog it's not difficult to guess what kind of persons they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! All the cons on blogging....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-3557582678024229504?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3557582678024229504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=3557582678024229504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3557582678024229504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3557582678024229504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/04/bah-humba.html' title='Bah Humba'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-2229910016775491239</id><published>2008-04-28T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:15:35.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be a Fool, BimBo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I really like the following letters (plucked from someone else's blog). Have a read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York. My requirement is not high. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden (?), $250k annual income is not enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Which age group should I target?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(my target now is to get married)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ms. Pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a reply from a Wall Street Financial guy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Ms. Pretty,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyze your situation as a professional investor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason.&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year.&lt;br /&gt;Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased". Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.Hope this reply helps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;..Signed, J.P. Morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-2229910016775491239?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2229910016775491239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=2229910016775491239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2229910016775491239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2229910016775491239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-be-fool-bimbo.html' title='Don&apos;t be a Fool, BimBo.'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-2229427802145769340</id><published>2008-04-24T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:56:17.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draggeity Drag Drag...</title><content type='html'>Just had a talk with mom over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sounded pretty happy and seems like she and dad are having a great time in Guangzhou, Dong Guan &amp;amp; Macau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me extremely jealous with the number of days they will be over there for and how I'm stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like it's all that bad. But... rather to be elsewhere &amp;amp; overseas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's heat slowly creeping in... and everybody who knows me well enough knows I hate the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF msged yesterday to announce her wedding will be in March next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the answer we were all waiting for has been out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who shall be the one to get married first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe now it will be&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who will be the one to get married last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weddings to attend this year... man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how people remind you how old you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent the chance to find a nice tagboard to put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahera told me tagboard makes my blog looks vibrant. It never occurred to me until she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better look for one so my usual taggers can come in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to Mr GWH: I will put a column of which company I am currently working for to present the productions my company is holding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-2229427802145769340?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2229427802145769340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=2229427802145769340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2229427802145769340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2229427802145769340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/04/draggeity-drag-drag.html' title='Draggeity Drag Drag...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-4237742225852012106</id><published>2008-04-22T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:11:09.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...DreamSeeker...</title><content type='html'>Current Read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAy7A5Bp8SI/AAAAAAAAAec/KZl9WEmH1G4/s1600-h/DreamGiver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191730094433497378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAy7A5Bp8SI/AAAAAAAAAec/KZl9WEmH1G4/s320/DreamGiver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I picked up this book from Brian's home office and it has gotten me hooked since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A simple and easy to read book that started off with a really neat story about all of us - Nobodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a Nobody called Ordinary who woke up to a Big Dream one day to find a feather left behind by the Dream Giver.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curious, he left the Land of Familiar in seek of his Big Dream with faith that the Dream Giver was there to help him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Along his journey, he met with giants called Moneyless, Reluctance etc and other Nobodies whom he knew. The giants and Nobodies tried to stop him from moving forward to his Big Dream yet through it all, he fought the battle with the help of the Dreamgiver. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was one of the fastest book I read and in less than two days, I'm left with half a book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Worth picking it up to get a confidence booster for those who are seeking for their big dreams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-4237742225852012106?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4237742225852012106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=4237742225852012106&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4237742225852012106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4237742225852012106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreamseeker.html' title='...DreamSeeker...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAy7A5Bp8SI/AAAAAAAAAec/KZl9WEmH1G4/s72-c/DreamGiver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7335260578128536147</id><published>2008-04-21T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:03:29.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dengue Scare</title><content type='html'>It was during last Friday's cell group when we were informed that Mr Muscleman, Paul, was warded for dengue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is living in Singapore with his young brother &amp;amp; wants us to keep mum about the issue from his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God he looks fine on Sunday &amp;amp; hope he'll be healthy and back this Friday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-7335260578128536147?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7335260578128536147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7335260578128536147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7335260578128536147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7335260578128536147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/04/dengue-scare.html' title='Dengue Scare'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-3286955959982180726</id><published>2008-04-17T00:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:50:43.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good O'l Food &amp; Funny Old Men</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I stepped into an extremely huge hawker centre with a wet market combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hawker fare and it will be what i will miss when I'm overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Tekka market and everyday I'm spoilt for choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer says I should target those 'traditional' looking stalls with old men vendors... food's always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAYliaHKYUI/AAAAAAAAAd8/w2SDeSN4s_s/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189876893646217538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAYliaHKYUI/AAAAAAAAAd8/w2SDeSN4s_s/s320/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;S$2 prawn noodle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soooooo&lt;/em&gt; Old School~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so impossible to find a bowl of noodles for two bucks these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the '80s, I can easily order a bowl of fishball noodles for S$1.80 ~ S$2.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAYliqHKYVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/P327O48Xjug/s1600-h/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189876897941184850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAYliqHKYVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/P327O48Xjug/s320/DSC00888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This uncle is the best! He is on a one-man show!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He cooks the noodles, chops the meat, shells the prawns, washes the dishes and collects payment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He doesn't care if you understood dialect, he asks what you want in fluent Teochew anyhow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see what I mean?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's this kind of old people I take my hat off to &amp;amp; with all due respect, I salute them. &lt;em&gt;(Unlike those mentioned in my previous post)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, with 5 prawns in a bowl of noodles that costs S$2, it is no wonder he has to save costs on helper to please his customers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Way to go Ah pek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My production manager is constantly looking under his treasures to spruce up the office.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interestingly, he added two new things onto my table today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAYljKHKYWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/gcT19FxNBGk/s1600-h/DSC00890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189876906531119458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAYljKHKYWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/gcT19FxNBGk/s320/DSC00890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A spongy alphabet &amp;amp; a cutesy rat :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian bought three rats for a production last year, which in the end were not used because the actor who was supposed to use it for that scene couldn't pronounce some words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian took one of the finger puppet rats and performed for me a short puppetry - a rat peeking out from his left palm and then scampering across his chest onto his shoulder! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So CUTE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 50, his finger is still so agile~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wait till I master it, I will video it down. Till then, one of them will be seated on my iMac :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAYljaHKYXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/z1PeWsQqv5o/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189876910826086770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAYljaHKYXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/z1PeWsQqv5o/s320/DSC00892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Squeak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-3286955959982180726?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3286955959982180726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=3286955959982180726&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3286955959982180726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3286955959982180726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-ol-food-funny-old-men.html' title='Good O&apos;l Food &amp; Funny Old Men'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAYliaHKYUI/AAAAAAAAAd8/w2SDeSN4s_s/s72-c/DSC00887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-5086703230972237143</id><published>2008-04-16T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T01:29:55.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 for $1 problem</title><content type='html'>Really. But sometimes I wish these people would just go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They inject pangs of uninvited guilt in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, but before you call me heartless, allow me to recount what happened this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 seconds right after I set my tray on the table, one middle age lady wheeled her market trolley next to me, held out the stack of tissues and recited the usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3 for $1, Miss, please help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without looking up, I smiled, shook my head politely and rejected her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of walking away, she stood beside me, continued with a string of pity-filled lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's only a dollar for 3. Please help. I've a sick child. You have parents right? or grandparents? Sick? You understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the dreadful 20 seconds, she didn't budge from my side, repeated those lines for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure if she threw me a dirty look after that messy recitation &lt;em&gt;(cuz if I were her, I'm sure i would, to someone who refused to lift up her head the whole time) &lt;/em&gt;but it sure was painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later, a much older lady, walked over with an obvious mild tremor in her movement, cleared the tray from my table, smiled when I thanked her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure, the first lady was way younger than the latter, but yet she chose to seize people and then overdose them with the toxin called guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I am never critical of those who just stood aside to wait for willing customers, it was more of pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gripe about the first lady was that she was forcing people and employing the &lt;em&gt;karma-will-befall-on-you&lt;/em&gt; method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already excluding the fact that she was probably making a close to 350% profit over that 3 packets of tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd lady on the other hand, despite her obvious difficulty, she was moving around the hawker so quickly, clearing tables. Which then, should we save our compassion for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, allow me to explain my horrifying experience in Guangdong in Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While heading towards a bar few streets from our hotel, I was 'attacked' by a boy 3 times younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dived straight for my leg, wrapped his limbs around mine and cried for RMB5. While the young one was performing, his elder 'brother' stood aside coolly and looked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PF &amp;amp; Sam were trying to break us apart but to no avail. RMB5 is only S$1 but if it could stop the boy from crying, fine. I was willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After midnight on our way back to the hotel, we passed a convenience shop and there we saw, the same young boy, flipping his jacket as if to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Job's done, time to pack up and go home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how I felt at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But friends who have been to China or lived there long enough will tell me, it's an all too common sight.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is just decent enough to have these hawker raiders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-5086703230972237143?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5086703230972237143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=5086703230972237143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5086703230972237143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5086703230972237143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-for-1-problem.html' title='The 3 for $1 problem'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-8585097682771027291</id><published>2008-04-14T22:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:54:42.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain the Demon!</title><content type='html'>How does it help when you are greeted with a gust of wind that carries the aroma of curry with the first step out of the train station?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zilch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. really, I should quit whining about curbing that temptation and start binging away to the sound of Bollywood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the only thing I miss having the office in siglap is the 1 hr trip back home with Dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though sometimes I wonder where his energy come from after a long day at work, I still appreciate that ride back, with him chattering away while I fight really hard to keep my eyes open. I discover new stuff about that cool guy after every ride. &lt;em&gt;Awwww~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i walked down the streets of Little India was to satisfy my craving for some Indian vegetarian meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really knew it is quite a nice place to shop at especially you are a fan of Indian's wayang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that surely, if I work here long enough, I would be the proud owner of a gorgeous piece of sari!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the beauty of this ethnic dress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189108468162388226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SANqqKHKYQI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Vswp9YVYfus/s320/sari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shows the curves with nothing to hide. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am, proud to say, an ethnic costume collector. With little invested yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On my family vacation to Vietnam in '04, I spent on the first contemporary Vietnam costume - &lt;em&gt;Ao Dai. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I figured it will look silly to be in the traditional Ao Dai &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189111324315640082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SANtQaHKYRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/bPAxrKWBUOY/s320/Ao+dai1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus I got a contemporary looking one with halter, somewhat like the one below but comes in black and green. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't had the chance to wear it yet :O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189111328610607394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SANtQqHKYSI/AAAAAAAAAds/sP1TCt2IaMM/s320/Ao+Dai2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus in a small collection is another Organza kebaya white top. Goes well with a white spag &amp;amp; jeans maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly, traditional costumes cost a bomb, especially if you choose to tailor it. &lt;/p&gt;Cheongsam, not yet. But maybe when I find a nice pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if I visit Korea, it will be their hanbok!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189112849029030194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SANupKHKYTI/AAAAAAAAAd0/2K3V1L5aGL8/s320/hanbok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and the day to wear all of them? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Wedding Date :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-8585097682771027291?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8585097682771027291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=8585097682771027291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/8585097682771027291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/8585097682771027291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/04/chain-demon.html' title='Chain the Demon!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SANqqKHKYQI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Vswp9YVYfus/s72-c/sari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-3931434280243682331</id><published>2008-04-13T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:18:29.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blabbering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh well, when one stays constipated for so long, it's not difficult to understand what comes with relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NON STOP BLABBERING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know. &lt;em&gt;Again,&lt;/em&gt; it's my blog, let me talk :P&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;The girls were terrible. They knew their A maths teacher will be at MOS burger and still fixed lesson there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, my horror of horrors, I thought I heard someone calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looked up and took quite a while to realise it was Jia Wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought we made a pact that they would only reveal who their tutor is only when they start to do well in exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How quick these girls turn on me. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did hear that she went into teaching but didn't expect her to do her practicuum at BP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might have been weird to be teaching A Maths in the school where our A Maths teacher still is at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor girl. Think she must have been under lots of stress to perform well so much so she 'overlooked' her students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give these teachers some credit. Seems like they need to do very well to be graded and given their choice of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never know when you'll be a teacher yourself!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended our night run at 7-eleven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy showed me the latest issue of Playeur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188745474706399458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAIghKHKYOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3T5qjrq6KWg/s320/playeur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, the cover page isn't this subtle. It's just that i couldn't find the visual to Apr's issue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in it was at least 4 page spread of the thai Lasalle girl Ni**** I mentioned in my previous post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of which one page was 16 frames of consecutive shots of her heading to the bathroom and removing her outer wear leaving her lingerie on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ivy &amp;amp; I oogled on, flipping and commenting right in front of the 'No browsing' sign.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we satisfied our 'thirst' at the convenient store, we headed straight back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told Ivy I'd rather be featured in Prestige. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, that might be something worth telling your grandchildren next time and make them aspire to be in it too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188745466116464850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAIggqHKYNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/haJdz15Ctcw/s320/PrestigeCover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What would these male magazine models tell their grandchildren next time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188748506953310450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAIjRqHKYPI/AAAAAAAAAdU/x8mYkO5YAdI/s320/08cover-apr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey kid, see I was that hot at 20! Now, beat that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Plus, I think my dad would have disown me and my mom would have ripped my skin off if I was caught in those barely there bras and panties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-3931434280243682331?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3931434280243682331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=3931434280243682331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3931434280243682331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3931434280243682331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-blabbering.html' title='Sunday Blabbering'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SAIghKHKYOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3T5qjrq6KWg/s72-c/playeur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-2447964872376588197</id><published>2008-04-13T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:48:22.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight the Flab!</title><content type='html'>I love FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my office shifted from Siglap to Little India... imagine the temptations there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. not the &lt;em&gt;ah neh&lt;/em&gt; smell, or the bollywood hunks that might possibly strut the streets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the rows of Indian restaurants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komala, Banana Leaf, Chez... curry, prata, muruku, thosai.. what an array.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how fat I will grow should I not chain that starving demon in me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... every walk past a restaurant will lure me ten steps closer to the door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's FIGHT THE FLAB ACTION for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clocked 27 mins 54 secs for my endurance run tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous week was 25 mins plus with cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't smirk! For a non-athlete and at 23 years of age, 7 years since I last had 3 times a week 2.4km run, it's not too bad already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a pat on the shoulder.. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey says to lose that fat and cellulite that forms on our thunderous thighs, we need to clock &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; 40 mins of run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come ON! If I had her perserverance, I would have joined her at Miss Singapore Universe &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, with friends who are scuba divers, gym instructress-to-be, gym fanatics, dancers... gosh, I had to do something before I have another form of movement - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rolling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To blog about my exercise regime is to make you all accountable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a free tennis coach &amp;amp; an on-off jog partner to keep me in shape! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-2447964872376588197?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2447964872376588197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=2447964872376588197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2447964872376588197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2447964872376588197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/04/fight-flab.html' title='Fight the Flab!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-8650743574526098027</id><published>2008-04-13T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:16:34.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home Again!</title><content type='html'>It's been long, yes I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. A month plus since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder people say, once you start work, things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the couch and the black box in the living room seems like a convenient leisure activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, to my dismay, succumbed to the sleep demons of the couch who have swore to make their occupants motionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm missing out so much on writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I don't get lost in working world again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new start, new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I got this from blogsgonewild.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figured I needed something different and took me forever to choose one. Even so, I'm not quite happy with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can a tech-idiot complain about? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-8650743574526098027?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8650743574526098027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=8650743574526098027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/8650743574526098027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/8650743574526098027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-home-again.html' title='Back Home Again!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7051292400848085802</id><published>2008-03-09T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:17:31.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;finally, my router is working again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Erm... technically speaking, it's philemon's router. Somehow I always manage to 'steal' &amp;amp; keep his stuff like the super aged nintendo black box like decades ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Poor kid. Being my cousin ain't that good anyhow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, thanks to my dear Uncle Sam who ever so is DA man :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes I feel that i do not give him enough credit &amp;amp; i felt bad enough I have been neglecting him since I started work.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Out of boredom a few minutes ago, I decided to google my name &amp;amp; realised my full name is not that common afterall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a pretty narcissistic move to title my blog add after my name. Either that, I'm so uncreative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But then again, it's a possible brand name in future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just look at Armani, Ralph Lauren, Elizabeth Arden... who knows one day Aileen Yeo splashes across the streets of.... .... ... FOOD haven. *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Headed to the dentist this afternoon &amp;amp; burnt a big hole in my pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, I hate dentists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;They are just like daylight robbers decked in smart wear who are gentle Misters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Forget the part where they constantly ask if it hurts, assure you it's not that painful or give an encouraging nod when you survive a drill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;They are absolute EVIL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My 45 min visit, and a few drills and pokes, cost me S$255 and I don't even earn that much in 2 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, blame it on the fact that I skipped dental check ups ever since Ugly Betty days were over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but... still!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So if you want big bucks, study till you look like a panda and be one mean, pocket digger who works with drills. *sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-7051292400848085802?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7051292400848085802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7051292400848085802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7051292400848085802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7051292400848085802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-my-router-is-working-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-4274700388712885041</id><published>2008-03-06T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:31:37.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After weeks of non-blogging nights, I had the compulsion to continue even though the clock reads 1.12am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nope. I didn't jump and seclude myself like I said I would in my previous post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But, when you start getting busy, it's just impossible to come home with the energy to go online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I told my tutees, I love to see them because I suck their youthful energy to keep myself alive. &lt;em&gt;MUAHAHHAHA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I had a delightful and nostalgic moment last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jess showed me the year book and I couldn't help but flipped to the Sec 1s pic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I missed the kids :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hazim looked as puny and cute... Zu looked extremely enthusiastic, ready to jump out of the pic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chua Jeng stole attention from the candid shot taken while 03 was at the leadership training stuff... Edlyn &amp;amp; Khoo ee looked so pretty in their dance pose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Urgh.. so many to name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Couldn't flip too long cuz Jess thought I was laughing at her face when she caught my silly grin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe Rodericks msged to tell me he got 2nd in class the recent English CA, thanks to me. Silly boy... I didn't do anything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to Brian who paid for our tickets, I attended Laugh and Learn organised by 938 Live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Inspiring speakers they've got there and all had the same theme in their little talks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In whatever you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Really.. how true is that. But how many live a life of passion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Other than passion of lust, crimes of passion... &lt;em&gt;oh well&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Being contented yet moving towards your goal. What irony, but I think it's relevant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It doesn't matter if your friends have richer parents, bigger houses, posher cars.. what matters most is what joy do you find in your own possession?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The grass is NOT always greener on the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i call people who envy the other side - GIRAFFEs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and when they become one, they miss out on the cute little joys that are microscopically hopping around in their own field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, too much rattling at a time like this. Must be some midnight crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-4274700388712885041?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4274700388712885041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=4274700388712885041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4274700388712885041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4274700388712885041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-weeks-of-non-blogging-nights-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-523112702513236813</id><published>2008-02-19T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:22:00.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A Fall, a Scar, a Memory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I enjoy blogging because I enjoy reading others’ blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like living through the eyes of others, seeing the world through them, learning life through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all a mathematical equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you learn &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10 things&lt;/span&gt;, make &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10 mistakes&lt;/span&gt;, and meet &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10 people&lt;/span&gt; all in a week, you’ve accumulated 30 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if 10 other people learn &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10 other things&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10 other mistakes&lt;/span&gt; and meet &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10 other people&lt;/span&gt; in the same week,, they blog about it, you read about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a total of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11 x 30 pts = 330 pts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you’ve accumulated in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That beats having to go 11 weeks yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see… Life’s too short for a world so big. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this morning, I wanted to retreat into my own little world, stay away from blogosphere for probably a month and be in solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two blows in two consecutive days weren’t too good for a prideful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on second thought.. There should be running away no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get hit, face it, live it, learn and relive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I spent almost half a day at Keith’s place yesterday because he had kindly offered to do a voice demo tape for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disappointing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t deny I have a good voice. But it’s too rigid, robotic, scripted, and hostile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing meant for radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A good tool but a bad user makes everything fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for voice test this morning, I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Reality bites… very hard too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a human and very naturally, I was angry, upset and disobedient just like how a child would to a parent who refused his request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scolded God, I refused to say grace, I ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew he had a reason and I refuse to accept it because I so badly wanted to believe I was cut out for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith met me, apologized so many times upon hearing that I didn’t get through, messaged me to tell me he’ll help me, through other avenues. I thanked him, but I told him, he could be putting his chips on the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy called immediately after my sms reached her, Dad smsed to say Life’s not all smooth sailing, Mom took my stuffies to cheer me up when I spoke very little at home, Sam got me pasta to fill that sore in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These consolations were enough to get me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I’m desperate to get into radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more like when you are confident and think you are all ready to win the battle, but only to return defeated with a few men wounded and ego beaten around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels just like that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… we learn, we grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate it when adults say, &lt;em&gt;“School’s still the best”&lt;/em&gt; but they never got down to the specifics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, teachers give you chance as long as you are open and game for it. There’s room to make improvement and forgiven if you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you suck, get out and get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a fighter to survive in the big, big world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 years down, if I survived these crap, emerged a winner with wounds &amp;amp; scars,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have lived well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-523112702513236813?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/523112702513236813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=523112702513236813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/523112702513236813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/523112702513236813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/02/fall-scar-memory.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-3517045968676723128</id><published>2008-02-16T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:02:52.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stressed or Cuckoo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After last night's oily prata at Al-Falah behind church, I went home bloated, nauseous.. and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a nightmare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I dreamt I stepped onto the weighing machine like those in &lt;a href="http://www.thebiggestloser.com.au/"&gt;THE BIGGEST LOSER&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;lifted my head to the tv screen and BAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58 kg!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I turned behind, trying to laugh off the fact that the scale was spoilt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I stepped up again &amp;amp; it still was 58kg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm glad I woke up after that... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Set my alarm to wake up at 9am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jumped out of bed to check if dad was still home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Asked what time he was going out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He turned to give me that kind of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;what-do-you-want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm-talking-with-my-eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought he was backing out on his words like Ivy did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought he didn't want to give me the Singapore Airshow tickets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and it turned out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the airshow was NEXT WEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aileen aileen, what an idiot.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;No wonder for the first time, my dad smsed something not like him yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"It's ok if you can't go to the Airshow. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't feel bad about it. Take it easy.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when was i not taking it easy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;there must be something wrong with me this week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-3517045968676723128?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3517045968676723128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=3517045968676723128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3517045968676723128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3517045968676723128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/02/stressed-or-cuckoo-after-last-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-2612292138316428125</id><published>2008-02-12T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:20:09.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Certainly not for the first time, I've got people telling me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Hey you look like the Spiderman girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;If I didn't listen carefully, I thought people was trying to tell me I've got a Spiderman boyfriend!  :((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;When people say you look like a celeb, it does not necessarily mean a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patricia Mok is a celeb too....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhow, I think Kirsten is gorgeous in her own way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A caucasian babe with oriental features.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165772541820038178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R7CCweGmbCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/o9Z5ocnzyUs/s400/Kirsten+Dunst.jpg" width="433" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From which angle do I resemble her, man?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-2612292138316428125?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2612292138316428125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=2612292138316428125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2612292138316428125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2612292138316428125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/02/certainly-not-for-first-time-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R7CCweGmbCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/o9Z5ocnzyUs/s72-c/Kirsten+Dunst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-1516667154679432005</id><published>2008-02-12T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:20:30.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Best Thing I did over CNY was to catch Ah Long Pte Ltd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R7CAUuGmbBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/PylR35u2A54/s1600-h/Ah+Long.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165769866055412754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R7CAUuGmbBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/PylR35u2A54/s320/Ah+Long.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yea, it was that boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to CK, Ivy &amp;amp; Andrew, first day of CNY was well spent cracking up in slapstick humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Lee was natural with his Malaysian accented Mandarin. Perfect &lt;em&gt;la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me forget that he is a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Ivy that we can't really go watch comedies together lest we slap &amp;amp; scratch each other till we bleed. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-1516667154679432005?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/1516667154679432005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=1516667154679432005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1516667154679432005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1516667154679432005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-thing-i-did-over-cny-was-to-catch.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R7CAUuGmbBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/PylR35u2A54/s72-c/Ah+Long.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7609861488935229990</id><published>2008-02-06T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:28:35.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can U Believe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;While fixing my Hello Kitty phone last night, Uncle Sam told me that phone calls can be made without touching the keypad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only rule - You have to be lightning fast with your fingers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, &lt;em&gt;WHO BELIEVES?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To prove me wrong, he finally had a chance to flaunt his &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;flash-button-lightning-pressing-skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The footage below is a proof that it CAN happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a93485c1bd2b3f32" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da93485c1bd2b3f32%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331760341%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6AA3063237467F76A0E36D949827CA6AA7E454D4.42AF80010F371EF37A3DF93304E8D77EB106929C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da93485c1bd2b3f32%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGgUSEf_ULOlRUHeacjoiAMaask0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da93485c1bd2b3f32%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331760341%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6AA3063237467F76A0E36D949827CA6AA7E454D4.42AF80010F371EF37A3DF93304E8D77EB106929C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da93485c1bd2b3f32%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGgUSEf_ULOlRUHeacjoiAMaask0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Unfortunately, a maths whizz like me failed in many attempts, not because I can't count, but my fingers are too slow. -_-&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/33713805-7609861488935229990?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a93485c1bd2b3f32&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7609861488935229990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7609861488935229990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7609861488935229990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7609861488935229990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/02/can-u-believe-it-while-fixing-my-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-1458789553288695734</id><published>2008-02-06T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:20:33.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Urgh... CNY is coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What's the big hoo-haa about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Completely hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Never liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Stupid event where people makes a fuss about spring cleaning, visitation and eating new year goodies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R6lCl2ydg2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/AWF-9jCY0Lw/s1600-h/scrooge.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163731665886741346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R6lCl2ydg2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/AWF-9jCY0Lw/s320/scrooge.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ba-humbug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well, was thinking of what I can do on New Year nights like catching Ah-Long Pte Ltd, going ktv... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;oh whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is, if I find company.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-1458789553288695734?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/1458789553288695734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=1458789553288695734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1458789553288695734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1458789553288695734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/02/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R6lCl2ydg2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/AWF-9jCY0Lw/s72-c/scrooge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-3220500306072301281</id><published>2008-02-03T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:44:29.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Surprisingly, this world lacks EARs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when God actually gave us two each, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and only 1 mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I really wonder why.... people talk more than they listen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Four days into work... seriously, I think I'm okay with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;although, i think... I really miss teaching... :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I don't want to be tied down by MOE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh whatever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DID YOU KNOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;aileen loves boots.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah... I went crazy in HK when all the girls were in boots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Obviously, I spared no chance in leaving without one myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And finally, a chance to wear it to Winnie's wedding two weeks back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162762296063001426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R6XQ9Gydg1I/AAAAAAAAAbc/7hr-ldw0n4s/s320/IMG_2668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo credits to Dan who was suddenly so interested in snapping photos of sam &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was like over my boots &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;- Crazy Singaporeans -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We need to learn to wear boots like we wear shorts. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singa-fashion!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-3220500306072301281?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3220500306072301281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=3220500306072301281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3220500306072301281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3220500306072301281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/02/surprisingly-this-world-lacks-ears.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R6XQ9Gydg1I/AAAAAAAAAbc/7hr-ldw0n4s/s72-c/IMG_2668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-3661890860299567218</id><published>2008-01-31T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T00:41:37.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes... somethings are better left the way it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you get to know someone better, it doesn't necessarily mean a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things about other person start to unravel and you wished maybe it was better left the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started work already &amp;amp; it's pretty fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, still seeking greener pastures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet suddenly I felt the urge to close down my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Weihao could find it so easily last time, I won't be surprise if my boss or potentials will too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but all your taggings made me hold back that thought... *sweet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got called down for a voice test at a radio company after CNY :) excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a nice tour of mediacorp studios two days back, credits to Keith. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw yas, muttons, bukom mary, glenda, timothy go... wooo... not too bad, but nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-3661890860299567218?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3661890860299567218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=3661890860299567218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3661890860299567218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3661890860299567218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-5528465520679934013</id><published>2008-01-28T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:01:33.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160200296531329842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R5y21GydgzI/AAAAAAAAAbM/J4T5QXBAbTg/s400/header.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hehe.. remember them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I did mention in my earlier post about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, kindda miss them so I went back to their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wongfuproductions.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; to check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I need some relieve from local cheeena-english-speaking boys &amp;amp; make a channel switch to American accented English spoken by Asian boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dig that. &lt;em&gt;But not always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like eating bananas 24/7, and it happens to be my least favourite fruits. &lt;em&gt;*blech*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, they revamped their site, got a short film coming up.. &lt;strong&gt;"Break Up Back Up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hS8U733TCkc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hS8U733TCkc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top of that, they have a range of T-shirts... SO CUTEEEEEEE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R5y21Wydg0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/zRdE5H8JoWY/s1600-h/NG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160200300826297154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R5y21Wydg0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/zRdE5H8JoWY/s400/NG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R5y2WmydgxI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XpsoB1DRpxQ/s1600-h/header.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left:&lt;/strong&gt; I heart nice guys&lt;strong&gt;                         Right:&lt;/strong&gt; Nice guy falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SWEET.&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/33713805-5528465520679934013?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5528465520679934013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=5528465520679934013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5528465520679934013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5528465520679934013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/01/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R5y21GydgzI/AAAAAAAAAbM/J4T5QXBAbTg/s72-c/header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-5822791188852630739</id><published>2008-01-27T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:06:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEESECAKE OF THE YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't help but fight over the Strawberry Cheesecake Ivan's maid made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crazily delicious &lt;em&gt;la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s223.photobucket.com/albums/dd204/kairospcm/Steamboat%20at%20Ivans%20place%20-%2027%20Jan%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02286.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 243px" height="579" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd204/kairospcm/Steamboat%20at%20Ivans%20place%20-%2027%20Jan%202008/DSC02286.jpg" width="561" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at the three layers that were carefully defined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Top Layer&lt;/span&gt;       = &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strawberry jelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Second Layer&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cream Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Third Layer&lt;/span&gt;    = &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Digestive biscuit base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm never a fan of sweet stuff esp cakes &amp;amp; chocolates BUT this cheesecake is a STEAL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I even &lt;em&gt;'seduced'&lt;/em&gt; his maid into giving me the recipe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But seriously, it's so much work I would just buy the cake from her  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-5822791188852630739?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5822791188852630739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=5822791188852630739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5822791188852630739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5822791188852630739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/01/cheesecake-of-year-we-couldnt-help-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd204/kairospcm/Steamboat%20at%20Ivans%20place%20-%2027%20Jan%202008/th_DSC02286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-2175765989750616010</id><published>2008-01-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:48:38.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R5yXtWydgwI/AAAAAAAAAa0/uSZQsB_olpo/s1600-h/twenty_seven_dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160166078526882562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="346" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R5yXtWydgwI/AAAAAAAAAa0/uSZQsB_olpo/s320/twenty_seven_dresses.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY NIGHT MOVIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Spontaneous move to catch 27 Dresses after Winnie's wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha.. with Dan's advice, we decided this might not be too bad afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Frankly, if you went in without any expectation, probably it would have been fine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhow, the story is more like a wakeup call to each of us who have been too engross in work, crap, everyday nothings... to remind us it's time we do something proper for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it's a nice movie to just relax with... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-2175765989750616010?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2175765989750616010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=2175765989750616010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2175765989750616010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2175765989750616010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/01/saturday-night-movie-spontaneous-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R5yXtWydgwI/AAAAAAAAAa0/uSZQsB_olpo/s72-c/twenty_seven_dresses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-1263029518271447110</id><published>2008-01-25T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:19:50.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wise Facts of Life from an Old Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dad sent me an email on the good o'l man who is a self made billionaire - Warren Buffet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Something interesting to share with the rest of you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R5lR42ydgvI/AAAAAAAAAas/adizjvAqsc4/s1600-h/Buffet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159244885351301874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="306" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R5lR42ydgvI/AAAAAAAAAas/adizjvAqsc4/s400/Buffet.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;There was a one hour interview on CNBC with Warren Buffet, the secondrichest man who has donated $31 billion to charity. Here are some veryinteresting aspects of his life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;1.  He bought his first share of stock at age 11 and he now regrets that hestarted too late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;2.  He bought a small farm at age 14 with savings from delivering newspapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3.  He still lives in the same, small 3-bedroom house in midtown Omaha thathe bought after he got married 50 years ago.  He says that he has everything he needs in that house.  His house does not have a wall or a fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;4.  He drives his own car everywhere and does not have a driver or security people around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;5.  He never travels by private jet, although he owns the world's largest private jet company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;6.  His company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns 63 companies.  He writes only oneletter each year to the CEOs of these companies, giving them goals for theyear.  He never holds meetings or calls them on a regular basis.  He hasgiven his CEO's only two rules. Rule number 1:  Do not lose any of yourshareholder's money.  Rule number 2:  Do not forget rule number 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;7.  He does not socialize with the high society crowd.  His pastime after he gets home is to make himself some popcorn and watch television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;8.  Bill Gates, the world's richest man, met him for the first time only 5years ago.  Bill Gates did not think he had anything in common with WarrenBuffet.  So, he had scheduled his meeting only for half hour.  But whenGates met him, the meeting lasted for ten hours and Bill Gates became adevotee of Warren Buffet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;9.  Warren Buffet does not carry a cell phone, nor has a computer on his desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;His advice to young people:  "Stay away from credit cards and invest inyourself and remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A.  Money doesn't create man, but it is the man who created money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;B.  Live your life as simple as you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;C.  Don't do what others say.  Just listen to them, but do what makes you feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;D.  Don't go on brand name.  Wear those things in which you feel comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;E.  Don't waste your money on unnecessary things.  Spend on those who really are in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;F.  After all, it's your life.  Why give others the chance to rule your life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The last part was really timely and meaningful for me during my recent job hunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For whatever reasons i was discouraged at the fact that suddenly my ideals dissipated with the harsh realities of life and money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course I began to lament that I wasn't born with a silver spoon and that some other people can become a boss of their own company at 27 with thanks to the parents they were born to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;How some theatre actress like Emma Yong can survive in the industry, partly because she didn't have to worry about money and she started young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But a good talk with some friends made me realised that it's seriously my life and whether or not people around me are going to like what I'm doing, or suggest better jobs, they are not the one in it. I AM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can only give thanks that I do not have to carry the burden of supporting my parents because they are self sufficient and are still active members of the workforce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I'm starting work with I Theatre end of Jan as a Marketing &amp;amp; Publicity Manager &amp;amp; very much looking forward to how I can create opportunities for myself here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wish me the best! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-1263029518271447110?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/1263029518271447110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=1263029518271447110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1263029518271447110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/1263029518271447110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/01/wise-facts-of-life-from-old-man-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R5lR42ydgvI/AAAAAAAAAas/adizjvAqsc4/s72-c/Buffet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-500183461461954172</id><published>2008-01-23T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T14:42:53.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;@ileen's RuLeSss of BloGging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never Blog when.. I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;discouraged,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;whiny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;evil..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;sAd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;hopeLess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe that's why I have lost touched in blogoshpere.. plus the addiction to what I am watching &amp;amp; reading takes my mind off the computer for a long time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-500183461461954172?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/500183461461954172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=500183461461954172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/500183461461954172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/500183461461954172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/01/ileens-rulesss-of-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-261351365139099073</id><published>2008-01-16T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T15:41:59.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;An article in yesterday’s ST caught my attention -  “Lost in Translation No More”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155974242985201458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R42zQagyTzI/AAAAAAAAAak/_05j1C395Wo/s400/DSC00794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It urges Beijing to come up with standardized English translations for outlandish-sounding dishes, in run-up to the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts from the article cracked me up and I’m sure it does even for those who are non-effectively bilingual in Mandarin &amp;amp; English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your Chinese friend enthusiastically explains the dish he has ordered for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In the most accented Chinese he begins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Todie, we are e-ting a few soomtuous dshirts specially for u!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, let’s hear it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“I have olered &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;elbow vegetable cooks the wing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rich and powerful people fry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the American flag cooks the space person&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;explodes the vegetable meat to steam&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the treasure fungus soaks the vegetables&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run, brother, Run! Why does this restaurant sound highly dangerous with the inanimate objects coming alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And really, I have seen it in China myself during the recent trip and have a few to share…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155974242985201442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R42zQagyTyI/AAAAAAAAAac/EmZyYSqOuxM/s400/DSC01600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hm… maybe they wanted to translate 的 to ‘De’ but in the midst some smart alec screams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hey, wai dunch we use the word ‘Dick’? both starts with 'D' and It looks licer with four lettas instead of two? Plus, my best flend is called Dick too, so we wun go rong with this word!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone shouts in agreement, slapping the guy in the back, commending him with such a brilliant idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Scenario 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We saw this sign at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Windows of the World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in ShenZhen &amp;amp; initially we thought an alphabet dropped off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R42zQKgyTxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_ujXQ1fNsQQ/s1600-h/DSC01359.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155974238690234130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R42zQKgyTxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_ujXQ1fNsQQ/s400/DSC01359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Upon closer examination, all other signs were the same and ‘Maintenance’ was spelt correctly except with an awkard spacing in between…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the use of ‘quickly’ at the end makes the whole thing just laughable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-261351365139099073?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/261351365139099073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=261351365139099073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/261351365139099073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/261351365139099073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/01/article-in-yesterdays-st-caught-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R42zQagyTzI/AAAAAAAAAak/_05j1C395Wo/s72-c/DSC00794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-673760297229476604</id><published>2008-01-16T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T14:52:42.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom asked me yesterday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Parents will forgive the mistakes their children make, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         but why children cannot forgive parents for what they did wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who then, will forgive the parents?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This question sound so familiar... similar to that of what I saw from Royston Tan's short film &lt;em&gt;"Sons"&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;yet I do not have an answer to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-673760297229476604?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/673760297229476604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=673760297229476604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/673760297229476604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/673760297229476604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/01/mom-asked-me-yesterday-parents-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-2657915792964428658</id><published>2008-01-13T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:42:02.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love Sundays.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Visited MGS old site at 11A Mount Sophia this afternoon for lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was in awe... very nice, quiet environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The classrooms are now turned into the offices of many creative organisations &amp;amp; even Singapore's game development studio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mikoishi.com/v6/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mikoishi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; is housed there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mikoishi's the studio that created Dropcast? Ring a bell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154904323682094850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R4nmK6gyTwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/YQyMgy5f8n8/s320/dropcast_press.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, lunch was at Recess - al fresco style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154901729521848050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R4njz6gyTvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mBPozc7gyYU/s320/20071206_164304_bt_oldsch_recess_350x175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Frankly, i think it's a bit pricey for a plate of pasta that is &lt;em&gt;so-so&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; with a portion boys will whine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But we all know sometimes, we pay for the right ambience as well (think Starbucks &amp;amp; Coffeebean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But really, it's a very nice chill out place for brunch sessions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tea time was Rochor's Tou Hway opp Peace Centre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, to get the sugar syrup soaked into your Tou Hway, you should break them into smaller pieces and now it has turned into what Ivan &amp;amp; Sam term it &lt;em&gt;"Vomit".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R4njz6gyTuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JFBqbP8U5ds/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154901729521848034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R4njz6gyTuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JFBqbP8U5ds/s320/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks Boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really love this bowl of &lt;em&gt;vomit.&lt;/em&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/33713805-2657915792964428658?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2657915792964428658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=2657915792964428658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2657915792964428658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2657915792964428658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-sundays.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R4nmK6gyTwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/YQyMgy5f8n8/s72-c/dropcast_press.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-2659062016044084524</id><published>2008-01-12T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T16:57:23.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ignorance is bliss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you know, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; courage you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you have, the&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; bigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the leap of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be a blessing that I am such a bimbo sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished no one told me that my results could've gotten me a &lt;em&gt;not-too-bad&lt;/em&gt; honours degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished no one made me feel so regretful about not checking properly &amp;amp; that I could've an excuse to stay in school for one more year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every dark cloud is a beautiful &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-2659062016044084524?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2659062016044084524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=2659062016044084524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2659062016044084524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2659062016044084524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-8668359174714609241</id><published>2008-01-11T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T01:31:19.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;4 days since I stepped back home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;what have I been doing since? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;God... I'm so terribly distracted by a simple Taiwan drama - 公主小妹.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3 more episodes to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank God I made no resolutions to abstain from these silly dramas. Otherwise that would be the first &lt;em&gt;damned &lt;/em&gt;resolution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To XK and those who were so sweet to ask about my first day in school.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;things cropped up on Chestnut Drive sec, so I probably still need to wait a while for things to finalise.. so I've been doing other &lt;em&gt;stuff&lt;/em&gt; to keep busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally managed to catch up with CK for a gym session in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;No aches yet &amp;amp; I felt i wasted my $ on it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but thanks to Uncle Sam's reminder, we realised that with all the walking during my recent trip, it was a good training that an hour of gym was nothing compared to 7 days of walking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;girl, we need more rigorous stuff! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh... I found only this afternoon why I've always avoided stampede Great Singapore Sale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R4ZTTKgyTsI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cnE30voPON8/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153898412276600514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R4ZTTKgyTsI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cnE30voPON8/s320/DSC00785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I popped by a closed door GAP sale to find my aunt &amp;amp; I was greeted with a swarm of clothes on the floor and crazy women swimming in the piles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at the half buried women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R4ZTTqgyTtI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/IP-dYopVvZE/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153898420866535122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R4ZTTqgyTtI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/IP-dYopVvZE/s320/DSC00786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;They were stepping &amp;amp; grabbing anything they can find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Disgusting, can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;All I can hear was, &lt;em&gt;"It's only $3! Just BUY la!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The ugly side of human nature - GREED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Really, women stocking up on bags of boxers. &lt;em&gt;How many men are they feeding back home?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;*urgh*&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/33713805-8668359174714609241?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/8668359174714609241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=8668359174714609241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/8668359174714609241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/8668359174714609241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/01/4-days-since-i-stepped-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R4ZTTKgyTsI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cnE30voPON8/s72-c/DSC00785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-6056330733379196473</id><published>2008-01-08T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:02:54.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Weeee... I'm a tad too late but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back from my grad trip and so refreshed, happy &amp;amp; aimlessly geared for 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've so much to share but need to get the pics sorted out first before blogging.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A blessing from God that this trip was smooth, safe, tiring &amp;amp; exciting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;flew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; train-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ShenZhen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Guangzhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bus-ed&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ZhuHai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Macau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;flew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; back to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Of all these places, I LOVE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HONG KONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love Hong Kong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;for ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - 11 degrees C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the language &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Canton (nope I speak nothing of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - so handsome &amp;amp; pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - fantastic for a roller-taxi/bus rides that can replace all rides at Ocean Park...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;other than the standard of living, China cannot be compared to HongKong... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so going back there during winter again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-6056330733379196473?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6056330733379196473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=6056330733379196473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6056330733379196473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6056330733379196473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2008/01/weeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-3839527472347860149</id><published>2007-12-31T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:33:48.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;29 more hours before jetting off to HongKong!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bags not packed, room not cleaned, CV not sent, work not done, money not changed :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just beat me up.. will ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;anyhow.. I just had the most wonderful meetup with the DMC girls at &lt;em&gt;Cafe Le Claire&lt;/em&gt; at Arab Street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just food, fun, updates, laughter, groping, whacking, cam whoring.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149816926330048162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3fTNagyTqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HDFLUmhECMw/s320/Blech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sex, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stripping&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shisha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Age's catching up on the crazier stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We've all outgrown those poly days of dirty talk, caught-on-cam stripping 'partay' &amp;amp; clubbing hotel rendezvous... muahhahaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Frankly... we've just become much more decent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149816930625015474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3fTNqgyTrI/AAAAAAAAAZk/WVf0FX6MNJo/s320/Weee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3 years of bitching, kicking, crying, sweating, shopping, pon-tening have gotten us to where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missing you girls *smooch*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**Did I mention the content of this post is not suitable for those under 18? Ok now, it's just you &amp;amp; me.. SsssShh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-3839527472347860149?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/3839527472347860149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=3839527472347860149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3839527472347860149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/3839527472347860149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/yikes-29-more-hours-before-jetting-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3fTNagyTqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HDFLUmhECMw/s72-c/Blech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-6428100926603056979</id><published>2007-12-28T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:27:37.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RE-LEARNING as a TEACHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3SF3cS9ndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Wu6beuMYeww/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148887461526347218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3SF3cS9ndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Wu6beuMYeww/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; the joy of being a teacher is to re-learn all that is needed for lessons :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The afternoon in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:library@esplanade"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;library@esplanade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; was surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;extremely nice for a personal chill out session by the windows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Preparing Drama lessons for Chestnut Drive Sec on 9th Jan. Exciting :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-6428100926603056979?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6428100926603056979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=6428100926603056979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6428100926603056979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6428100926603056979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/re-learning-as-teacher-joy-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3SF3cS9ndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Wu6beuMYeww/s72-c/DSC00163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-657253732440678268</id><published>2007-12-28T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:09:04.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUNGER FOR POWER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when power turns people crazy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when the hunger for power requires trading of your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;          .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;          .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;          .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhutto's Death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a price to pay for everything...    :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-657253732440678268?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/657253732440678268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=657253732440678268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/657253732440678268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/657253732440678268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/hunger-for-power-when-power-turns.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-5145450376908452191</id><published>2007-12-26T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:30:30.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS JOYYYYYY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;an absolute different Christmas this time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to Uncle Sam, I was volunteered into Backup Singing at the Sanctuary for Christmas Service *ba*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3JtwMS9naI/AAAAAAAAAY8/gnXDpm6L_jQ/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148297998739807650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3JtwMS9naI/AAAAAAAAAY8/gnXDpm6L_jQ/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's looking more and more like the cute uncle bassist in 4WM. Muahhahaha... :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;my dear kairos pcm is so sweet to turn up specially early to grab seats in the sanctuary just to catch my debut =.= but all can't hear my voice. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hm... good experience esp when my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Keith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; complimented me~~ urgh.. pip-pop-pip-pop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Like I said, I will start to drag the rest of kairos into the ministry very soon... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3JwGMS9ncI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Jdp_BQItBes/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lunch at Samat's was great too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;with gastronomic food from his catering company &amp;amp; a whole lot of people singing carols... man.. it was just nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But nothing beats a heartwarming scene like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3JwGMS9ncI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Jdp_BQItBes/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148300575720185282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3JwGMS9ncI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Jdp_BQItBes/s320/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Samat wiping pianist, Joseph's perspiration soaked bald head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Super gay can?&lt;/em&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/33713805-5145450376908452191?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5145450376908452191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=5145450376908452191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5145450376908452191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5145450376908452191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-joyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3JtwMS9naI/AAAAAAAAAY8/gnXDpm6L_jQ/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-4161154892058231487</id><published>2007-12-26T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:59:00.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW TOY FOR CHRISTMAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally Miss Scrooge decided it's time to get a camera... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but on the condition that it is shared between Uncle Sam &amp;amp; Miss S :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, but I don't fancy such equipment. It's just a desire to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, Sim Lim Sq totally sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm talking about all those freaking shop owners &amp;amp; assistants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;They serve only those whom they think are interested, otherwise they just crap you out with their stupid, black, &lt;em&gt;I-can't-believe-I'm working-on-Xmas-eve&lt;/em&gt; faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I believe in giving money to those who are worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This boy at &lt;strong&gt;Sony Square&lt;/strong&gt; in Sim Lim Square is fantastic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He was extremely helpful in providing details about the different cameras and even demonstrated their functions... better still, no stupid face when we told him we wanted to walk around first before buying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final decision:    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sony Cybershot DSC-H3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3JkRMS9nZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/bSbYQ9nhxJ0/s1600-h/00295_sony-cybershot-h3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148287570559212946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3JkRMS9nZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/bSbYQ9nhxJ0/s320/00295_sony-cybershot-h3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; • 8.1 effective megapixels with BIONZ image processor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;• Carl Zeiss 10x optical zoom lens in ultra-compact body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;• High-performance Face Detection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;• Double Anti-Blur: high sensitivity ISO 3200 plus Super SteadyShot image stabilisation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;• Advanced Sports Shooting mode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;• In-camera retouching with red eye reduction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;• Dynamic Range Optimiser corrects exposure and contrast with backlit subjects &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;• Photo TV HD’ Full HD image display on new BRAVIA televisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We went back to find the little boy &amp;amp; he was more than happy to provide us a 25 minutes lesson on the camera functions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He's absolutely so charming when he just goes on and on about what he knows &amp;amp; is so willing to teach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the kind of shop assistant the rest of the rotten lot in Sim Lim should learn from &amp;amp; he's only 16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now who says being older always make you right &amp;amp; good?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Good salesperson should always be rewarded with a compliment &amp;amp; thus I hope Sony will send my msg to Weiqi)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-4161154892058231487?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/4161154892058231487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=4161154892058231487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4161154892058231487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/4161154892058231487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-toy-for-christmas-finally-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R3JkRMS9nZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/bSbYQ9nhxJ0/s72-c/00295_sony-cybershot-h3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-9152062496947066751</id><published>2007-12-23T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:36:54.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END YEAR MOVIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caught &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Warlords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on friday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One word...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R257PcS9nYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/gjtiei87R_s/s1600-h/12143317955.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147186929355038082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R257PcS9nYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/gjtiei87R_s/s320/12143317955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Script&lt;/strong&gt; is good &amp;amp; meaningful. &lt;strong&gt;Cinematography&lt;/strong&gt;, nothing to complain. &lt;strong&gt;Actors&lt;/strong&gt;... SPLENDID. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing can go wrong when you have three drop dead gorgeous actors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no but seriously, watch it yourself to grade it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-9152062496947066751?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/9152062496947066751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=9152062496947066751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/9152062496947066751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/9152062496947066751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-year-movie-caught-warlords-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R257PcS9nYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/gjtiei87R_s/s72-c/12143317955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-6024587441246244768</id><published>2007-12-19T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:58:06.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DROPPING PICK UP LINES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when work gets pretty bored, we start to do the dumbest thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;believe me... anything goes, just to keep us sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;from ogling at hunks to babes, from head to toe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway... someone's shirt caught my eye today - a plain white with a golden circle at the centre that is embossed with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'EVERLASTING GOD'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I muttered, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Nice Shirt'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; the conversation went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That guy subsequently asked me to join the annual YISS conference meant for catholics &amp;amp; said that non-cats do attend and it's super good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But isn't it a youth thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, the rest thought I was trying some pick up lines &amp;amp; started to use the 'NICE SHIRT' pickup line to strike conversations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Frankie &amp;amp; Alex were freaking hilarious but too bad... only Aileen is the master of such capable lines :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;tmr's the last day of work &amp;amp; next week's equally crazy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;trying to finish my last few speech &amp;amp; drama classes, start tuition classes, plan my trip's itinerary &amp;amp; catch up with all of you guys before I leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;in case i never come back... muahahaha... choy~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Graduating kindda sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when everybody knows you have just graduated, 100% of them will be asking about me getting a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;take it easy people... i've decided to be rather idealistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i don't want to be caught in the resume-sending-craze..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so give me a break... dun ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;if need, just tell me you got some broadcasting job lobang then i'll give u a big kiss &amp;amp; hug on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-6024587441246244768?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6024587441246244768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=6024587441246244768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6024587441246244768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6024587441246244768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/dropping-pick-up-lines-when-work-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-862537099998351439</id><published>2007-12-18T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:54:59.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISAPPOINTING...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R2fsDMS9nXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/D7Vn36S6slY/s1600-h/maybelline-angelfit-2way-cake-foundation.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145340638878604658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R2fsDMS9nXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/D7Vn36S6slY/s400/maybelline-angelfit-2way-cake-foundation.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yep. Maybelline's latest Angelfit 2 way foundation is extremely disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And they claim it's fit for Asian skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even the lightest OC range was too dark for me much less Ivy who bought the similar tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the end of the day, I look almost like half roasted chicken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ok, exaggeration works well to bring the meaning across)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Biotherm is still the best, but too expensive to be a staple :(&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/33713805-862537099998351439?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/862537099998351439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=862537099998351439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/862537099998351439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/862537099998351439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/disappointing.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R2fsDMS9nXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/D7Vn36S6slY/s72-c/maybelline-angelfit-2way-cake-foundation.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-6864886798444110006</id><published>2007-12-17T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T02:07:00.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT's ONLY THE BEGINNING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas Musical is finally over and it is definitely not the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I would say... it wasn't that good. At least to my own standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My girlfriends know that if I did not extend any invitation to them, it is one which I think is not worth their time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't help it, despite it being a church production, I have expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But the process was definitely a fruitful experience, given the opportunities to work with so many BIG brothers &amp;amp; sisters - a bunch of guardian angels whom I have thanked umpteen times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was taught &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;humility&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;respect &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In last week's Mediacorp drama serials 25th anniversary award presentation, one veteran actress quoted &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the source of sustenance in the industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love never fails."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I used to think this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was used only in BGR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I realised within the past few months, it encompasses all relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;No one is impressed with how intelligent you are or how much you know, rather how much you are willing to teach, give &amp;amp; learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For the Musical to finish on a high note... Praise the Lord &amp;amp; all Glory unto Him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to all for being part of it too...&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/33713805-6864886798444110006?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/6864886798444110006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=6864886798444110006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6864886798444110006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/6864886798444110006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-only-beginning-christmas-musical-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-5600414251456580326</id><published>2007-12-14T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T02:16:33.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO ONE SAYS IT BETTER THAN CALVIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's just say, everybody has a little &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;me inclusive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;sometimes u come face to face with SOME kind of people than turns you into 30 seconds of Ally Mcbeal... or Calvin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R2FytX_FZdI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ip0HLcgzrFc/s1600-h/cartoon_v3i12.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143518373292107218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R2FytX_FZdI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ip0HLcgzrFc/s400/cartoon_v3i12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let's just say, working in an environment &lt;em&gt;esp&lt;/em&gt; when you are dealing with a group of people who can jolly well be your mom/dad/granddad/grandma... is extremely... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHALLENGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;it's unprofessional to lose your cool, get temperamental &amp;amp; argue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and the best way to keep your cool is to zone off for 30 secs to be Calvin, think of a solution... when done, present your idea with an angelic smile. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sounds so hypocritical. But i think it keeps you sane :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Trust me. Try it next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Better to look like a retard for 30 secs than an emo kid for life :P&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/33713805-5600414251456580326?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5600414251456580326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=5600414251456580326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5600414251456580326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5600414251456580326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-one-says-it-better-than-calvin-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R2FytX_FZdI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ip0HLcgzrFc/s72-c/cartoon_v3i12.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7400305181099269430</id><published>2007-12-10T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:13:34.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COUNTDOWN TO FAITH MUSICAL: 5 days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hm... jasmine told me usually the first production is a big flop.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA... that must have been the case when she and dennis directed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'encouraging' but practical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but everyone is pcm just wont make it sound that bad, all but one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whatever. i shall quit whining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but the others in the committee are extremely helpful esp bern, eddie, samat, samuel... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;think im falling ill again :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Ker.. we shall go out on 23rd dec that week k? (I tried leaving a comment but something happened, ur sis and you looked extremely gorgeous on sunday! :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-7400305181099269430?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7400305181099269430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7400305181099269430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7400305181099269430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7400305181099269430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/countdown-to-faith-musical-5-days-hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-867442636195366913</id><published>2007-12-09T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T01:17:51.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;When your peers stop blogging....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;that's when you get bored....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;*tap* tap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;or am I just being cyber-talkative? or just plain bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;truth be told, i can get extremely voyeuristic when I'm online &amp;amp; bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, as usual, ivy &amp;amp; i were peeking into those local young models' blogs again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;we like looking at girls... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;forget dawnyang &amp;amp; her boring, usual poses... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xiaxue &amp;amp; her vulgar machine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;check this pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/nirarara"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thai girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;on a side note... though I admire these girls for their beauty, somewhat I wonder if they really enjoy what they are doing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;baring whatever flesh they have in front of photographers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;strutting in pieces of cloth that could barely cover sesame seeds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;all for the eyes of lusty men...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but let's face it. it's a job. not a crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;yet... ... in my personal opinion, it's degrading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;women are happily allowing themselves to made objects of sexual pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;men are lecherously craving for more to satiate their voracious visual appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hrmph....  .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-867442636195366913?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/867442636195366913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=867442636195366913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/867442636195366913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/867442636195366913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-your-peers-stop-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-5878987775041684189</id><published>2007-12-08T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T01:47:37.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a trip to the most wonderful toystore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I traded pcm time for a visit to this season's beautiful toystore at Cineleisure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And Jeffrey had the honour to make me feel so bad about it.... =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I caught the Gala Premiere of Mr Magorium Wonder Emporium last night with Ivy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R1mEUH_FZcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/oA8uFd7CUSQ/s1600-h/magorium.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141285930896025026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R1mEUH_FZcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/oA8uFd7CUSQ/s320/magorium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Very nice, fantasy film for both of us to catch it together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Despite an abrupt ending, we enjoyed it pretty much because we can identify with Mr Magorium and his magical life with dolls &amp;amp; toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahah... hm... it's a sisters' thingy which ... still carries on till today... nevermind. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Secret*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I guess everyone has this little child in them which they deny as they grow older.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;... that's why this show brings audience into a One half hour of temporal escapism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Like it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-5878987775041684189?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/5878987775041684189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=5878987775041684189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5878987775041684189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/5878987775041684189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/trip-to-most-wonderful-toystore-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R1mEUH_FZcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/oA8uFd7CUSQ/s72-c/magorium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7899604727426517622</id><published>2007-12-07T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T02:11:43.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The FUNKY side of CHINESE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was waiting for the train when I saw the ad through the glass doors..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140920389648730802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R1g320uTSrI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7EeuUTSzw0Q/s320/mandarin+campaign.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MANDARIN = COOL = GAME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;MANDARIN + GAME = COOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't see how it links sportsmen and mandarin and coolness together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I sure find that Singapore is really going all the way out get the youngsters into the Mandarin fever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will they succeed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe with S-PoP.. &lt;em&gt;YES?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's pretty sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We never really hear Singapore pushing for Malays or Indians to speak their Mother Tongue language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What's with speaking Mandarin? Low class? Uncool? or... you really don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think Mandarin is one of the most unique and beautiful language which has complicated strokes in the characters compared to the circles &amp;amp; lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Frankly, there's nothing to be proud of being a monolinguist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Go polish your Mandarin, support &lt;a href="http://www.mandarin.org.sg/site/about-the-campaign/index.php"&gt;华语COOL campaign&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; be a proud Singaporean Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&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/33713805-7899604727426517622?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7899604727426517622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7899604727426517622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7899604727426517622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7899604727426517622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/funky-side-of-chinese-i-was-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/R1g320uTSrI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7EeuUTSzw0Q/s72-c/mandarin+campaign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-2846680067673592459</id><published>2007-12-07T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T01:51:09.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Looking on the bright Side of Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;God was definitely gracious because He gave me the best present I ever asked for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... in the melted form  &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was raining since the time I opened my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;...but hey what's wrong with a cold, wet weather? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think it was beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to all who smsed, called, tagged &amp;amp; emailed me with well wishes. SO SWEET!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-2846680067673592459?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/2846680067673592459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=2846680067673592459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2846680067673592459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/2846680067673592459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/looking-on-bright-side-of-things-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33713805.post-7882404228327872978</id><published>2007-12-03T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:32:58.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;AFTERNOON SETTLER'sss SNOOZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;another Sunday spent at settler's cafe after soooooooooo long :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That was to fulfill Paul's wish before he heads for mission in Chiang Mai &amp;amp; it was a first visit for Cindy and PA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;No, Ivan... u didn't miss any fun. Because the dentist spent the whole time teaching us RISK....Zz.zzz.Z....Z....z.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;he doesn't like himbimbo games...... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so we ended up admiring other tables screaming in laughter while we sat solemnly trying and pretending hard to strategise our armies.... BOOOhhooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33713805-7882404228327872978?l=aileen-yeo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/feeds/7882404228327872978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33713805&amp;postID=7882404228327872978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7882404228327872978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33713805/posts/default/7882404228327872978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileen-yeo.blogspot.com/2007/12/afternoon-settlersss-snooze-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01517604189435907409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSWetgIAMwg/SIydMkK8QJI/AAAAAAAAAig/HfmkyjHrUKk/S220/_41500258_littlemisssunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
