<?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-7688980</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:38:31.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-116194881254390222</id><published>2006-10-27T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:50:56.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pheeshtank.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://pheeshtank.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-116194881254390222?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/116194881254390222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/116194881254390222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2006/10/httppheeshtank.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-115996686597688053</id><published>2006-10-04T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:01:05.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The long awaited day ended off with the english compre. It was barely 10 when we left school. Anyway by the time we reached cathay for John Tucker Must Die it was already 10.30. And don't know why we kept going up and down in lifts and on escalators today. HAlarious. Haha. Then after that we went to kayi's and she made us watch Hannah Montana. Weird rhyming name. And ann kept making kayi's toy sheep go meh during the show. XD For example when someone just said something then there'll be a "meh~" so funny. But the show got a bit boring or rather i got a bit sleepy after watching one or two episodes that i fell asleep on kayi's bed, hugging her humongous yellow teddy bear. They piled the kiwi and sheep on top of me too. Then ann happily took pictures of me sleeping. Ann and charlene used me as pillow some more. What the hell. It happened the other time too with kayi and jacq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladida. I downloaded worms armageddon. The game where one platoon of worms fight against another with selected weapons. So fun. Yeah im violent la huh, so what. They're worms and i don't like wriggly worms in real life too. And they don't really die. Oh i like the comment they put when they say "worm 1 has gone to sleep with the &lt;strong&gt;fishies&lt;/strong&gt;" XD get it geti it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-115996686597688053?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/115996686597688053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/115996686597688053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams-are-officially-over-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-115857787858201895</id><published>2006-09-18T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T19:11:18.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taking a break off my hectic late revision for the exams. my eyes are on the verge of popping out due to staring at the screen for too long. i hate myself for not being able to focus. i hate myself for not finding a goal to work for. its horrible being aimless. like a plank floating on the sea, nowhere to go, waiting for the day it finally gets washed upshore. but when will that be? have i lost my purpose in life? &lt;em&gt;(i think so)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;find it back then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured that if i worked for about a month during the hols, provided that i won't have to go back for re-exams cos trainings will be taking up a large part of it. i will make a few hundred bucks. a cause for joy! then i can afford my guitar lessons and other stuff and wouldn't need to take money from my mum. -eyes lighting up- k i shan't become a moneyface. like my colourful wayang face on my table (only people in my class will know what im referring to) i pity my wayang face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-115857787858201895?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/115857787858201895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/115857787858201895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2006/09/taking-break-off-my-hectic-late.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-115752777250884970</id><published>2006-09-06T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:29:32.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Westlife concert on friday!!! Haha im only going because its Jacq's birthday.Well... Can't believe that exams are really coming very very soon. So im really panicky now cos haha hardly started revision at all. This determines my promotion to sec 4. :( Bloody hell. And i don't know whats wrong with puva today, she called only this morning when everyone was kinda ready to go for training to inform us that training's cancelled. ?! So weird. Maybe some emergency happened. Bleargh. So...i went to my aunty's office and watch youtube until it was time to go for emath. XD so much for wanting to study bio. Internet is a very big distraction when a comp is near and available. And kayi: YOU'RE NOT GOING TO FREAKING FAIL CHINESE EOYS SO STOP THINKING THAT YOU WILL. Unless they let belle tan set it and its as incomprehensive as the one she set the other time. Pray hard. I haven't been praying... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i said, Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye to everything that i knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You were the one i loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The one thing that i tried to hold on to&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/7688980-115752777250884970?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/115752777250884970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/115752777250884970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2006/09/westlife-concert-on-friday-haha-im.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-115581852814863063</id><published>2006-08-17T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:42:08.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahahaha sch was funny today. jacq came up with "pangsai shitty shitty bombomb" you're the best lah, only you can come up with this kind of thing. then kayi was asking me to help her think of her last question for the english oral picture, i was pretty clueless cos all i thought of had already been used by her. so i just crapped up "why do yo think these people are wearing thick clothes?" and she really wrote it down... oh my... ce period was the best. haha slacking. i was being quite hyper, and i gave kayi a nice smiley face on her neck :) but then she had to draw this super duper terribly horribly UGLY person in my notebook. and i swear that face kayi drew (and jacq kinda added mascara on it) looked like jacq. not kidding. there were a total of 19(?) ugly faces/people kayi drew in my notebook. she likes to uglifiy notebooks i tell you. so horrid. after all that haha-ness laoshi threatened to change my seat cos i was being noisy(not very often can you see me doing so). bleah. and i have 4 "tatoos" on me given by 3 different people. shiu an drew a big heart and wrote "aileen loves shiu an". gen wrote "fishy loves xxxxx" i managed to rub the name away, ha. as for aunty pei wen.... ahem, the exact contents can be excluded in my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wonder how would it be like if my mum really decides to separate. but then, it already seems like it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-115581852814863063?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/115581852814863063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/115581852814863063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahahaha-sch-was-funny-today.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-115304570579029474</id><published>2006-07-16T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:28:25.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We took this spiritual gift and personality test which averaged about over 100 questions for each test for YF. So the workshop for YF was just taking 2 tests. The spiritual gift thing had 136 questions (it was shortened already!) and the personality test had 96. Phew. The spiritual gift that i scored highest for was Giving, with Sevice and Showing Mercy coming in second and third. Haha. And for the personality test thing i'm "S". Cool huh, i like these kind of tests. Probably because i don't understand myself so i need something to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today's jamming session went pretty well. :) Huifang's drumming is better than i thought. Considering the fact that she is not a drummer at all. 2 more days and chinese talentime is done. I'm scared! My first time singing on stage and in front of 1/4 of the school. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im sorry for causing certain people to worry about me. I've been silly. I love you guys. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-115304570579029474?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/115304570579029474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/115304570579029474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-took-this-spiritual-gift-and.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-115229572820553216</id><published>2006-07-08T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T02:08:48.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear I had a look of horror when my mum found the penknife. How stupid can I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are boring. They make me sleep. Nothing new though, I sleep everywhere. Haha. Sleeping is my favourite past time! I realise I read more manga than books. Your normal english books. The manga is in chinese some more. I need graphics man, those long sentences on the page that looks like worms scare me. The only thing that is close to a graphic is the illustration on the cover? Shakespeare makes everything worse. Uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little frustrated lately. Can't exactly pinpoint what but its just a lot of stuff going through my mind. And how I just not let people come near me. Keeping them away at a comfortable distance from me. I wanna kill my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I think chinese o's oral went pretty smoothly for me. Quite happy with myself cos I didn't give the examiners a chance to prompt me at all. My advice when people say they're scared for oral: Just talk. Haha. Not likely that I can do the same for eng oral. To hell with eng oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests will be over by the end of next week! I wonder why they love to bombard us with tests at the SAME time. Teachers have good chemistry among themselves is it? Go and die. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-115229572820553216?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/115229572820553216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/115229572820553216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-swear-i-had-look-of-horror-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-115108794305120772</id><published>2006-06-24T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T02:39:03.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. Its up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a football. Kicked here and there. Haha. Its sucks, trust me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You don't know how it feels like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sorry for giving you all that trouble and I realise the inconvenience I've caused and all that expenses. I know you've been telling the other person to tell me to stop doing things that disturbs your precious daughter's study in any way (She wasn't even studying) . I know you want your precious son's room to be spick and span w/o stuff that doesn't belong to him. And I know that you don't like me using any room except the guest room and the toilet downstairs. But you don't know how it feels like not having what you need with you. You don't know what it feels having a box as your cupboard because you'll never fit your all your clothes in it. You don't know how its like having to spend half your time on buses and mrt. (You never thought they were safe anyway.) You don't even have the slightest idea of the guilt I feel within me having to depend on you for accommodation near school when I clearly know how much crap my father gave you all these years. Just let me go home alright? I don't give a hoot about the distance anymore. At least I can have my own space. Great, my eyes are swollen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plus bruised knuckles. Huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-115108794305120772?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/115108794305120772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/115108794305120772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay_24.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-114277935015819482</id><published>2006-03-19T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:42:30.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel very sick, spiritually emotionally mentally. I want to be in church youth camp again. Maybe I should've gone to church today instead of sleeping. Now I feel weird all over. Rar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-114277935015819482?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/114277935015819482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/114277935015819482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-feel-very-sick-spiritually.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-113810824282015310</id><published>2006-01-24T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:10:42.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hooray. c and b div  both won their first game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dog's running around the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-113810824282015310?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/113810824282015310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/113810824282015310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2006/01/hooray.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-113687571254593409</id><published>2006-01-10T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:48:35.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wahey. I finally blogged. Well... Didn't feel like it during the hols, especially when my cousin hogs it the moment she's awake. I'm glad that I'm finally finally settling down in church and going for youth fellowship stuff like that. Church camp 2005 really made me see the importance of doing so. Cause last year sucked when I strayed away from God. And everything just seems better now because God is there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First week of lessons were...mild? Hahaa. I keep falling asleep when lessons start and only feel much awake in the middle of it. That means, I have to sleep earlier. Before 12, that is. And I musn't fall asleep in church service too! Feel so guilty. I'm such a sleepyhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-113687571254593409?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/113687571254593409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/113687571254593409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2006/01/wahey.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-113430814055327742</id><published>2005-12-11T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:35:40.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oops. Its been 1 month since i've updated, urm, take it as my undeclared sudden hiatus. Anyway, I just came back from church camp and I'm glad that I went for it. Cause I was very hesitant about going because I don't know a lot of people and its a 1 week long camp. So...I went in the end because I already promised my YD teachers and classmates. I would say it is spiritually enriching even though the workshops made us so physically tired. For example doing 100 jumping jacks and carrying 5 sandbags around the neighbourhood aimlessly. But the food is MUCH better than last year's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And...Next week, I'll be flying off to taiwan! Yay! I've always wanted to go there since P5. I'm looking forward to next Sunday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-113430814055327742?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/113430814055327742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/113430814055327742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/12/oops.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-113098672829702940</id><published>2005-11-04T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T00:20:36.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current state of my fingernails: on my left hand. a badly painted lime green thumbnail with a white flower stuck on by my aunt and white index fingernail with a red flower stuck on (also by my aunt). My cousin helped me glossed all the other unpainted nails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was just told during dinner that I'm not going to taiwan after all. Because my aunt says that she has no money and she doesn't want to spend any so I can't go either. BUT I WANT! Shouting doesn't help. Anyway, I kinda expected that ever since I screwed up my exams. Sigh. I regret eating the buffet in Suki Sushi today. Cause I have a pretty small appetite and the orders came really slow. By the time all the orders came (finally), I was already bursting. Now I only have 5 bucks left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-113098672829702940?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/113098672829702940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/113098672829702940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/11/current-state-of-my-fingernails-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-112990839715589929</id><published>2005-10-21T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:26:37.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its been more than a month since i updated, ha ha so sorry. Became sick of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's class party turned out tobe better than what i expected. We got a chance to see another side of the teachers. Mrs Canham was doing chicken dance with Mrs Bowness and Mrs Canham is so funny. And then... the moment when everyone starts to get upset and blah. It just needs one person to make a bunch of people cry. The people who are leaving for IP were kinda forced to say something to the class and during that moment i realised that i would actually miss 2CO really badly. Each and everyone of them seemed so dear to me. I made Joella Lam cry waha. Need to start training for marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-112990839715589929?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112990839715589929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112990839715589929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-been-more-than-month-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-112644821478685932</id><published>2005-09-11T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:16:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This shall be the last entry I make before preparing for exams. I must stop slacking and stoning away and start STUDYING. Considering how much i've slacked for the whole year already. And having to move here and there doesn't help. My only hope for exams is that i pass english. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel so freaking tired of everything. Darn. I seriously need to get my ass off this chair and start doing my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faithless&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/7688980-112644821478685932?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112644821478685932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112644821478685932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-shall-be-last-entry-i-make-before.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-112556154394550958</id><published>2005-09-01T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:59:03.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a very long chat with my cousin on msn last night, I think we chatted from 11pm to 1am. Could've been longer if not for my sleepiness. And we agreed to go for some classes together with her friends after her O levels. So fun. I will not give it up this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that I needn't have to weed yesterday, I had enough hours already. Some teacher didn't key it in. Then I went to join Marcia and gang at orchard and we ate at sakae. We made a lot of noise there, I think sc girls may be known for making noise. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;3.5h more to Project Superstar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-112556154394550958?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112556154394550958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112556154394550958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/09/had-very-long-chat-with-my-cousin-on.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-112531920320069208</id><published>2005-08-29T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:40:03.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:( I didn't win the project superstar tickets, I really have no luck in these kinda things. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tamsin left today. I forgot to pass the note that was meant for her to Joanne. Well. It kinda reminds me of sending my cousin off to UK 2 years ago. We were leaving for the airport in Heathrow and my cousin just looked at our taxi driving away from his uni hostel.Somehow I didn't really realise why there was a need to cry until everyone on the taxi cried. So... I was forced to look in front and nowhere else because my aunties and my other cousin were surrounding me and they were all crying. One wore sunglasses so the tears aren't obvious, one buried her head in the jacket and two tried to look out the window and maybe hoped that their heads could turn as much as owls do so that they couldn't be seen crying. I still didn't cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go Kelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-112531920320069208?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112531920320069208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112531920320069208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-didnt-win-project-superstar-tickets.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-112367790198067231</id><published>2005-08-10T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T20:45:01.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to town and watch Charlie and the chocolate factory. At some point of the movie Johnny Depp looked really insane, scary. But I'd love to visit the factory and eat all the chocolate I want. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We celebrated my dad's birthday in advance yesterday. And we bought the new lava cheesy pizza. It's so cheesy but I like it. I realise my dad is really bored, he'd rather fill a plastic bag with some water and throw it into the crow's nest on the tree opposite my block than find a job. And grandma keeps asking the same question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd better get my essay done before I get into deep s**t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-112367790198067231?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112367790198067231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112367790198067231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/08/went-to-town-and-watch-charlie-and.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-112342187214067648</id><published>2005-08-07T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:37:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you have to drag yourself to someplace, you know you dread it already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I skipped service today to go to pau's house for the open house preparation thingy. (Not like I wouldn't fall asleep during it anyway) I thought I would be pretty late but I turned out to be the second one to arrive. I started to pig out because it was lunch time! I ate my kfc rancho pocket, so yummy. Then marcia and pau pigged out on the chips and nacho, so healthy yeah marcia? Later audreyc, grace and almas came and we just kept pigging out. So, we didn't really did much until the after but we finished the banner and putting paper mache. Considered quite productive. Although I didn't manage to get a chance to go eat gelato. Because I was being lame in the pool with audrey and jocelyn. I swallowed a mouthful of water when I was attempting to swim breaststroke. We mainly splashed water onto each other, so childish. Haha. Luckily no one saw us doing that. I just like to be in the water although I can't swim for nuts. Mrs Canham's expository essay awaits me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-112342187214067648?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112342187214067648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112342187214067648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-you-have-to-drag-yourself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-112220919497925263</id><published>2005-07-24T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T20:46:35.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read Harry Potter till 3am yesterday, was kinda slapping myself awake around that time and then I gave up. Only Harry Potter makes me read books with such craziness. Why? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had to drag myself awake to go to church. It turned out that today's YW was kinda meaningful to me. I figured that I might as well not go for Main Service if I keep dozing off in there. I could've used that time to study or something. I feel so... guilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are in control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I shall cast my worries aside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easier said than done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps I'm losing faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-112220919497925263?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112220919497925263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112220919497925263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/07/read-harry-potter-till-3am-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-112083021488291732</id><published>2005-07-08T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:43:34.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should be doing work now but... ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is it that my ear holes always get infected? Sheesh, can my body not repair tissues that fast? I don't want to pierce a third time. Thats a joke okay? Must pierce 3 times to have 1 miserable hole in my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am tired of all &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;(not my ear holes). Will things get better? I think they just got worse. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-112083021488291732?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112083021488291732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112083021488291732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/07/should-be-doing-work-now-but.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-112048310039346393</id><published>2005-07-04T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:18:20.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't believe I actually did maths for the whole day yesterday. Must have gone mad somehow. Anyway on Saturday I forgot "some" of my mum's friends were coming over to my house and I suddenly remembered when I saw this whole bunch of shoes outside the door. It turned out that they were actually having prayer and praise session. : I had to "sawadee ka" to all of them, and thats the thai way of saying hello. So awkward, I had to say hi and didn't know how to move because they sat in a circle around the living room. Luckily I had to leave for tuiton soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hui Min: Yes, haha. I didn't know you had one too! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Phoebe: I've sprained mine before already thank you, but you really looked funny. Just take it as giving me a good laugh for the day yeah? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicole: *kills* don't ever call me Hamish. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-112048310039346393?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112048310039346393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112048310039346393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/07/cant-believe-i-actually-did-maths-for.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-112027998413644207</id><published>2005-07-02T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:54:13.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wasn't in the best of moods yesterday. Because I did something silly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sheltered court seems to be cursed, people keep spraining their ankles there. And did I mention how funny Phoebe looked when she sprained hers? Haha. Only went out with Grace and Wanping to eat yesterday, Audrey's mum drove us there. On the way to serene we were having some talk and Wanping came up with the name Hamish for me. It's the combination of hamster and fish. Imagine a scaly hamster or hairy fish? Yuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have three digusting holes on my leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-112027998413644207?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112027998413644207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112027998413644207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/07/wasnt-in-best-of-moods-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-112004780124127515</id><published>2005-06-29T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:23:21.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was a mini carnival at Yishun sec yesterday and I thought we were playing at sports school. the Austalian team was wayyy too fast and big for us to handle. the center was like the tallest in the team can? Sigh, I'm 155cm! Anyway, had quite a funny chat on the bus with the netballers and AudreyL helped me put on my studs! So sweet. I was very sad when they said I had to take it out because I only pierced it (again) 2 weeks ago. The last time I took it out during the South Zones it closed up so I was pretty scared it would happen again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up kinda late today but was still in time to meet Wanping. She thought it was only the 2 of us but it turned out that Grace, Audrey and Marcia were coming too. The 4 of us except for Marcia ran away when we saw Ms Puva at Mos Burger, kinda mean but thats like our first instinct. Haha, went back to say hi anyway. Initial D is cool, the racing scenes were exciting. Chapman To was being a loser. Haha. And Wanping said I look like a hamster...... She forced me to act like one in taka to take a pic of me. Marcia had to put 2 round plastic covers on her head to act like a mouse. Crazy wanping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-112004780124127515?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112004780124127515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/112004780124127515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/06/there-was-mini-carnival-at-yishun-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111978548691649513</id><published>2005-06-26T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T19:31:29.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got my contacts yesterday and trying to put it into my eye was a torturing process. Not to mention how hard I have to pull my eyelids of my little eye apart to get it in. At least now I only have to spend 5 mins getting both into my eyes, major improvement! Haha. The party at felly's house was fun, the dunking part was. I got dunked after Audrey, people always manage to dunk me with just a push, how lousy can I get? And how many sec twos came? 2 out of 12. Right. I found out that the sec twos bballers like to dunk each other alot. Like alot. After that Audrey's dad drove me to the mrt station and stupid clumsy me tripped and fell on the escalator. I advise you all to watch your steps on the escalator cause falling on it is really really painful. A bump was so obvious after I fell, now I have three dents on my shin. Argh, have to rush my homework already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111978548691649513?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111978548691649513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111978548691649513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/06/got-my-contacts-yesterday-and-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111918131592508547</id><published>2005-06-19T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T19:41:55.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went out with Jocelyn and Wan Ping yesterday to buy Grace and Joey's present. And Grace saw us in Wisma and we saw Pau in Taka, haha so coincidental. Our main purpose was to buy Grace and Joey's presents but guess who's present we bought instead? Yeah, WANPING's. Haha, she spent quite some time deciding if she wanted the flats. Make sure you wear it k, expand it. Jocelyn had an encounter with Jamie Yeo at Old Chang Kee. She almost walked right into Jamie Yeo while getting into the queue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met Colleen in J8 for the second time after church. She asked me why I wasn't out with my father. Good question, why? I have no idea. Maybe some day, when I have the money, I'll take them out for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111918131592508547?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111918131592508547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111918131592508547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/06/went-out-with-jocelyn-and-wan-ping.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111894484459761124</id><published>2005-06-17T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T02:00:44.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm blogging at such an unearthly hour. When school reopens, I'm dead. My cousin will be back from England for his break on the 27th! Which means I must pack up all my stuff in his room, and they are shifting house, that adds to my job of clearing the room. Sigh. How I that the stuff can just be packed with a snap of the fingers. Yeah right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had tuition in Sengkang (so far away) today to make up for the lesson I'm gonna miss this Saturday because of NSL. Arowanas vs Mannas, its kinda obvious who the winner will be, so predictable. They should gather the best players in Singapore to play with the Malaysian team, that'll be more exciting. Bleah, I need sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111894484459761124?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111894484459761124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111894484459761124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-blogging-at-such-unearthly-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111831207300229027</id><published>2005-06-09T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T18:14:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It sucks being broke. My own fault. Didn't get to go and meet audrey and the others after my lit project yesterday. Sigh. I haven't gone out for a week. Felt so sian yesterday. Anyway &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know when was the last time I cooked instant noodles for myself but when I finally did today, my dad had to interfere when I was picking up a call. I wanted to crack the egg myself and he had to do that for me, he cracked it into the bowl some more. Only the egg white was cooked. Ha. Should've told him not to touch my noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111831207300229027?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111831207300229027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111831207300229027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-sucks-being-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111742365888747071</id><published>2005-05-30T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:27:38.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rejoice! The holidays are here!!! Haha. I must say that my phobia of going to dental appointment is gone. Whenever I'm supposed to check my teeth last time, I'll dread it like I'm going to see some pervertic person who's going to drill my teeth out. Anyway, the dentist helped me do some cleaning and she used some red pasty stuff to clean my teeth. Actually, I don't know if it was white or red, I just knew my gum bled, alot. And now my gums hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;June isn't even here yet and I'm almost broke. Die.. So many people are gone for holiday. I wanna go somewhere with a nice scenery. :( Hopefully we get to go overseas for netball camp at the end of this year... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111742365888747071?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111742365888747071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111742365888747071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/05/rejoice-holidays-are-here-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111650451008333837</id><published>2005-05-19T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:08:30.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PET bottle rocket is fun! I guess if someone were to stand at the side watching, he would see a group of people fixing their gaze on bottle rockets in the sky propelling high into the sky and fall onto the ground. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something retarded happened during dinner just now. I was holding a fork with a piece of otah on it while talking to my cousin and when I did a small waving movement, my otah dived into my cousin's cup of water. Bloop. HAHA. Both of us collapsed laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great&lt;/em&gt;, coach carter stopped showing already. Hmph. Have to wait for the vcd to come out then. Sigh. Maybe I'll catch it on saturday when I go back to Woodlands because its the ONLY place showing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111650451008333837?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111650451008333837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111650451008333837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/05/pet-bottle-rocket-is-fun-i-guess-if.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111582119775698961</id><published>2005-05-11T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T22:19:57.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reached school at 6.30am today, funnily enough, I don;t feel as tired compared to going to school from Farrer. I feel very weird wearing a SC uni in Woodlands, I don't seem to fit. Today's training was totally not beneficial to us but I hope it is for the juniors. Or else that 2-3 hours will be wasted. I don't feel very ready to be a senior yet. There are still so many things I'm so unsure of and I have no confidence in my own courtplay. How am I supposed to tell the sec ones where and how to run? I'm always feeling so insecure. Sigh. Apple Day is so lame. They are cheating our money. I think the maid gave me the wrong uniform, going to check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know I can't smile without you&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/7688980-111582119775698961?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111582119775698961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111582119775698961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/05/reached-school-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111538949232738975</id><published>2005-05-06T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:24:52.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Urban legends are frightening. Its not the gory or the way the killers are dresssed, its the possibility that things similar will happen to you that is freaky. Why must Mrs Canham give me such a freaky summary to do and it happens that I always do my work at night? Rar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the end of school it started to rain really heavily and the wind was so strong that the curtain at the french doors in class flew up. As usual, I reacted with my slow action by reaching my hand out to stop the curtain from flying towards me any further. Then Joey and a few people started laughing at &lt;em&gt;me. &lt;/em&gt;She said they've been observing the way I stone in class. Yeah, whatever, I stone and sleep in class. I'm just not a morning person. Its torture not being able to close your eyes when you are falling asleep but struggle to keep them open instead. Oh yeah, certain insects fly around the french doors and around us people. A new kind of insect visited lately. Irritating insects, I wish I could crush all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally had a proper dinner at Cafe Wadever with the same group of people after training. Dinner at home has been really unhealthy. Its ALL fried. Stuff us with oil and say we're getting fat. How can we not be? I wonder if my grandma really knows how to cook or is she just lazy and thinks frying food gets it cooked faster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mummy is back from kl and I can finally get to see her after 2 weeks. I felt really bad not being able to celebrate her birthday with her. I'm going to get her a cake tomorrow. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111538949232738975?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111538949232738975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111538949232738975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/05/urban-legends-are-frightening.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111500389547784821</id><published>2005-05-02T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T11:18:15.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a long weekend. Did nothing productive. My aunty decided to eat lunch at j8 yesterday so we started our journey of eating. First we were at KFC then the adults went to Crystal Jade, leaving my cousin and me behind. Then after Crystal Jade, we went to Ya Kun to drink coffee and tea. Ate too much for lunch. A guy who sat beside me in Ya Kun knocked over the soya sauce bottle when he was leaving and... the bottle dropped onto my cousin before landing on the ground. It stained my cousin's shirt and hands, the stupid guy looked irritated some more. Hello? You're at fault. He didn't even apologise, it was his girlfriend who apologised profusely and offered tissues. Even the uncle who saw that was saying,"If I were you I would demand the man to pay for the shirt." Haha. The guy was busy checking if his precious butt was stained with soya sauce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made up my mind to run today morning but somehow the determination isn't strong enough so I shall go and run later. Must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111500389547784821?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111500389547784821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111500389547784821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-long-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111460891864475502</id><published>2005-04-27T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:35:18.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rar.. Feeling sleepy already and its only 9.21pm. I'm very worried for 2.4 tomorrow... Scared my leg muscle cannot tolerate the run. Today's training was just games and games. The basketballers came to join us and tried to do our drills, they tried not to step, haha, good effort. I played GD with AudreyL as GK! So funny cause both the shooters were taller than us. There must be some problems with my hands cause i kept dropping the passes that were passed to me. Tamsin's mandarin was super hilarious. She kept speaking mandarin and stopped to ask the translation of a word for every 2 sentences. She should go and talk to Shi Hong more often, it helps, ask AudreyC. Or alternatively, I wouldn't mind speaking mandarin to anyone. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111460891864475502?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111460891864475502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111460891864475502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/04/rar_27.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111460883587854024</id><published>2005-04-27T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:33:55.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rar.. Feeling sleepy already and its only 9.21pm. I'm very worried for 2.4 tomorrow... Scared my leg muscle cannot tolerate the run. Today's training was just games and games. The basketballers came to join us and tried to do our drills, they tried not to step, haha, good effort. I played GD with AudreyL as GK! So funny cause both the shooters were taller than us. There must be some problems with my hands cause i kept dropping the passes that were passed to me. Tamsin's mandarin was super hilarious. She kept speaking mandarin and stopped to ask the translation of a word for every 2 sentences. She should go and talk to Shi Hong more often, it helps, ask AudreyC. Or alternatively, I wouldn't mind speaking mandarin to anyone. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111460883587854024?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111460883587854024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111460883587854024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/04/rar.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111417564873153038</id><published>2005-04-22T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T21:14:08.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha so happy today, my 5 items were better than I thought. If I get A for 2.4 then it'll be 30 points. :D Training was a killer today, the later part of it actually. We had to do sprints and runs and at the end, jog for 10 mins. But I was working towards my food at coro, i'm greedy. hehe.Wan ping, pau, jocelyn, grace, audrey c, allison and me went to cafe wadever to eat after training. The dirt pudding was sold out!!! So i ordered cheesesticks instead. Charlene ordered this vanilla ice cream that eventually got mixed with other stuff until she couldn't eat. At first jocelyn threw in the nerds i gave her and poured some sprite into the glass. Charlene gave up eating that small portion that was left of her ice cream. So we added chilli, rice, pepper, coke and some veggie thingy that was on jocelyn's soup. I almost fed it to wanping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wanping: you can treat me to fish and chips for my birthday, i can't cook fish. my birthday's over already btw. next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111417564873153038?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111417564873153038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111417564873153038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/04/haha-so-happy-today-my-5-items-were.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111382878820525141</id><published>2005-04-18T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:53:08.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was a headache-ful day. Not enough sleep gives me pounding headaches. I just can't understand how to do subject of formula, I already hate numbers please don't make me hate alphabets as well. Maybe I should go finish up whatever work that I have and go to sleep earlier, like Jocelyn says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111382878820525141?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111382878820525141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111382878820525141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-was-headache-ful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111339601497207848</id><published>2005-04-13T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:40:14.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I gave wanping her Julian Hee (HEEHEE) mag with him topless, she was like screaming as she ran towards me in front of ms puva. haha, careful you don't drool while you sleep wanping. Mr bookworm came and gave us a talk during RAP period, i could've used it to sleep, im so lazy, yeah anyway. He can't pronounce en-tre-pre-neur, he said it like en-ter-pree-ner. Retarded. Have to write this poem on a ancient urn for art, sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go and check this out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcatcollection.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.amazingcatcollection.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, the cats are suuuuuper cute, especially kittens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111339601497207848?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111339601497207848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111339601497207848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-gave-wanping-her-julian-hee-heehee.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111329718010251578</id><published>2005-04-12T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T17:13:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having mmc now, playing around with flash. Seeing people getting frustrated over the steps is fun. Haha, my fingers are frozen from the coldness in the comp lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The auntie selling rice gave me a chao ta fish today so i was kinda unsatisfied so i bought it again during lunch. They shouldn't sell chao ta fish fillets cause its unhealthy and it affects their reputation. Shall blog later, going home now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111329718010251578?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111329718010251578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111329718010251578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/04/having-mmc-now-playing-around-with.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111254576921345580</id><published>2005-04-04T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T14:58:44.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so lazy, I always do. Don't feel like doing english summary and practice maths, I think I'll do badly for my maths test. Numbers and me don't click. They can rot away for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing God's love is for me, I never know. This morning while I was walking to the mrt station to get to church, a man who was apparently a christian gave me this card thingy that I can send to a bible school to get free bible study lessons. And he said, "We will help you."&lt;br /&gt;That was the only thing I could hear clearly through my earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked onto Stephen King's Four Past Midnight. Some things just never change, I still like to read horror/mystery and sci fi novels. That could be seen from my childhood collection of books, mainly Goosebumps and Animorphs. I liked to watched shows like Are You Afraid Of The Dark, Star Wars,etc. I don't think I even felt scared at the sight of the walking corpse in Michael Jackson's Thriller mtv, I just thought it was very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can take it all away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/7688980-111254576921345580?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111254576921345580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111254576921345580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-feel-so-lazy-i-always-do.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111227456206265500</id><published>2005-03-31T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T21:12:40.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sports day tomorrow!!! 2CO is leading with 85 points! 2PR is only 4 points behind us, with that Emily, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I had a very long talk with my nephew and I realized how long I haven't seen and talked to him. We used to play together when we were young, like in primary school, then we grew out of pretend games. Then we took interest in video games and comics. I remembered beating him in every Pokemon Trading Card game we played. haha. I had a large deck of cards then, in the end I gave all of it to him. Clear&lt;/span&gt; rubbish&lt;/span&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/7688980-111227456206265500?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111227456206265500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111227456206265500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/03/sports-day-tomorrow-2co-is-leading.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111209307809929499</id><published>2005-03-29T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T18:44:38.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;OM is finally over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes! A burden less for me and almost the whole sec 2 cohort. We can dump all the props we've done, including that mirror frame that I had to carry all the way to woodlands and back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had training yesterday with the sec ones, they had to run at malcolm, haha 3 rounds with us. Poor things, they almost died. But they made it! A pretty good start? The sec fours came back to train the sec ones, they became so obedient, what happened when Nicole and Almas were doing that huh? I see that most of them have no basic netball knowledge. Trainings without the sec fours seemed weird, like not seeing Stella around telling us what to do, Candera to do her super shots, Phoebe walking around with only one side of her shirt tucked in, stuff like that. Perhaps the sec threes and fours were the first group of people I saw in netball and thus I feel closer to them? I don't know, now we have to try and get along with each other to form the B'div next year. Time flies doesn't it? I remembered signing up for netball last year and I still had doubts about it because the netball in my primary school made me dislike it pretty much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;My lazy pig cousin was determined not to take a nap and there she is sleeping now. Sigh, she's 16 already but she can't get up in the morning by herself. Pathetique (I know its pathetic). I'll go disturb her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111209307809929499?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111209307809929499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111209307809929499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/03/om-is-finally-over-yes-burden-less-for.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111115368993560484</id><published>2005-03-18T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T21:48:09.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back from the KL trip. It's fun, yes it's supposed to be fun but something inside me just feels sucky. Life sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111115368993560484?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111115368993560484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111115368993560484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/03/back-from-kl-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-111000062914634218</id><published>2005-03-05T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T13:30:29.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall update to provide Pau with more entertainment. Have you written my letter, Pau? Adventure camp was rather fun, though the toilets were, eh hem, not in good conditions with hundreds of people using it constantly. I had to use my slipper to sweep the big clump of hair away from the drain so that the water level in my cubicle would go down. Gross. Charlene was super noisy in the night when she came up to my bed to talk to Joey, had to admit that I was kinda pissed with her. Showed them my fist with pillow over head, they didn't get the hint but laughed instead. People are trying to sleep! Fell asleep with pillow on my head. The Urban Challenge was fun but exhausting, had a dizzy feeling when we reached the 2nd checkpoint. Sonia got very excited when she saw the 5566 poster at Popular. Then dragon boating on the last day, sonia sat behind me and got splashed alot! haha... I swallowed some sea water when we were shouting the timing. Pretty disgusting when I saw the leaves and rubbish in the sea. Rowing the boat was super tiring, hand can break already. They're aching now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I kinda expected to see the sec 3s in school but it seemed that they've gone home already. I miss the netballers, I really do. Can't go for training tomorrow cause of heats, don't think anybody would wanna take over my job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-111000062914634218?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111000062914634218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/111000062914634218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-shall-update-to-provide-pau-with.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-110913796523144409</id><published>2005-02-23T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T13:52:45.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;First day of sports heats was yesterday, the results were not bad. Joey, the one who kept whining and saying she couldn't jump for nuts, won first place!!! She cleared at about 1.23m, i think. I konked out at 1.18m, got 6th. Charlene, won first for 800m. In the first heats for 800m, Charlene, Allison and Grace got 1st, 3rd and 5th respectively. While during the second heats, me, Tsao Hui and Audrey C got 2nd, 4th and 6th respectively. Abby was amused with our sequence of finishing. She wanted us to finish right after each other. Haha. The sec ones in Charlene's heats were all running at the back, poor things, Camilla and I cheered them on in the last round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I kinda figured out why I was feeling so depressed, the South Zone tournament stressed me out. Now I have thought through some things and decided I shall not be too upset by them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Go and check out Cafe Wadeva at Coronation, there's a big "SC Netball" on the magnetic board. Audrey Cheong, Grace, Charlene and I put it up yesterday. Using some pages from my OM journal and Acrylic paint (neither of us had pens, i brought paint for OM). We used colours of the netball, except white, can't see. You can even see the words from the outside. Check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-110913796523144409?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110913796523144409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110913796523144409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/02/first-day-of-sports-heats-was.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-110727099206895420</id><published>2005-02-01T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:16:32.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I try to be happier but it's like trying to make black look white. I try to smile but it looks insincere. I try to laugh but the nothing seemed funny. Put out all the candle flames, it's blinding. I want to drift into a deep deep deep sleep and start dreaming of the dreams that I've never had or remembered since who knows when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Pack up the moon, dismantle the sun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;W.H Arden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-110727099206895420?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110727099206895420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110727099206895420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-try-to-be-happier-but-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-110613905662361378</id><published>2005-01-19T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T20:50:56.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah! Seniors won the first match! *Rejoices* Yay, so proud of them. They must be super super duper happy now. Can't go and watch because school ends at 3! :(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I figured out that if I slept late the night before, I should drink tea the next morning because it has caffeine. It worked pretty well. Yesterday I was like trying to stay awake while my will battles against my brain functions. Similiar to stoning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to flunk my english test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-110613905662361378?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110613905662361378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110613905662361378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/01/yeah-seniors-won-first-match-rejoices.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-110597700235255823</id><published>2005-01-17T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:50:02.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sick and tired of it. I don't want to be like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-110597700235255823?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110597700235255823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110597700235255823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/01/sick-and-tired-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-110588570584477296</id><published>2005-01-16T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T22:28:25.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So far, this is the only layout that I didn't struggle too much with. Black, again. South Zone competitions are here. It seemed a thousand miles away not long ago. No more what ifs and cannots, we should think of the shoulds and cans. Think positive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The seniors are really looking forward to the South Zone's tournament because they've put so much effort into training for the past few months. All I can say is, their hard work paid off, now is the chance for them to put what they've worked on into use. All that sweat, tears and blood. (Yes, blood) Go seniors, I'm proud of you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pau and Phoebe: love you all lots too! all the best for the south zones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cam: hey, thanks for tagging! school's pretty good, i miss 1co. relinked you already. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7688980-110588570584477296?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110588570584477296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110588570584477296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-far-this-is-only-layout-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-110544015052868379</id><published>2005-01-11T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T18:42:30.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My blog is rotting. Haven't updated since last year, literally. I finished maths homework. But I left my zao ju exercise bk and didn't buy bi ji exercise bk so I can't copy any work from the ci yu shou ce at all. And I still haven't write my commonwealth essay yet... Hate essays, I always get stuck. Bleah, should stop complaining and move to microsoft work for the essay. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-110544015052868379?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110544015052868379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110544015052868379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-blog-is-rotting.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-110424466788786403</id><published>2004-12-28T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T22:37:47.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well... Life's been quite normal lately. Managed to meet up with a few of my ex-classmates today. And, out of 4 of them, 3 of them were boys. : So... I don't know what to say. But one of the guys practiced some pretty good magic tricks with a deck of cards! He requested my friend to sign on a card and bent the card slightly. Then he inserted that card into the middle of the deck. After the count of 3, he blew the deck and the signed card appeared at the top of the deck. Like, Hey! How did he do that?! You always see this kind of magic on tv but you never get to see it with your own eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Personal training has been kind of, aimless. Not totally pointless, but I don't know what everyone wants to improve on. And we seem so sluggish. With a &lt;em&gt;willing spirit&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;em&gt;unwilling flesh&lt;/em&gt;. Not weak, but unwilling. Time is getting shorter, tournaments are getting nearer. We are running out of time. I'm feeling lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-110424466788786403?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110424466788786403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110424466788786403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/12/well.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-110377095799498995</id><published>2004-12-23T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T11:02:37.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday's training was the most relaxed one we had in a long time. I picked Ms Puva for the gift exchange thingy and I bought her a Santa hat with orange pigtails! She actually wore it! Haha, didn't dare to leave my name though. Anyway, my team consisted of Candera, Marcia, Cherilyn, Jia Hui and Eileen, is that how you spell her name? The center pass was so funny, we used two thirds of the court and the pass had to be made from outside the center third. So there was a huge space between the thrower and us, for one particular game the players ran out in a line as if going for a marathon. While we were watching Colleen's team playing, the wind was blowing against her hair, then Candera said that Colleen looked like she had a mohawk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aletheia gave me black fish earrings! Wanted to put it on, but I can't take the star studs off yet, not until like, 2 more weeks? Sigh. Joey and Charlene gave me this handphone accessory from Gift a name, it spelled f-i-s-h-y, with a purple fish at the end. Yup, this is so far, the best Christmas I've had with friends. As for family...nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I find sushi very tasty now! Shall go buy some later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7688980-110377095799498995?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110377095799498995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110377095799498995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/12/yesterdays-training-was-most-relaxed.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-110284305697473875</id><published>2004-12-12T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T17:17:36.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back from church camp! It was very spiritually enriching. Like we have worship in the morning, afternoon and evening. I enjoy singing the songs, everyone sings it out loud and the feeling is just so great. Workshops in the afternoon and night. The workshops really made me want to rethink about questions I don't think I'll ask myself. And it puts you in a situation to convey a message. One particular one was in a room where we had to find 23 puzzle pieces but after searching high and low for the last piece we still couldn't find it. And in the middle of searching someone came in to pour flour all over the station master, being engrossed in the search, we couldn't care much. After time's out, the station master told us that if we had helped him clean up the flour on the floor, he would've given us the last puzzle piece. It was with him all along. I was shocked. Are we too engrossed in pursuing our own goals that we neglect the acts of kindness we ought to do around us? That was a big impact to me, to me at least. We had skit night on thursday, which was super ultra hopelessly lame. The judges presented the most corny award to my group leader. The award was a packet of small organic corns. Doh.. We spoofed Singapore Idol in the dorm skits pretty much. A bit boring. They woke us up at 4.30am for a special workshop that almost made me cried cause I wanted to sleep so much, thanks to Joey who didn't allow me to sleep. But after all, I think it wasn't a waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shopped for christmas presents for my YD teachers after service today, I spent all my money! And I haven't bought christmas presents for others yet, oh no. I wonder if people actually know the meaning of Christmas. Isn't it sad when you celebrate Chirstmas but don't know the meaning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My cousin got a new maid, she's a Catholic. And my aunt was talking about she can come to my church and I was feeling so awkward. My cousin then rebuked, saying that Catholic believes in Mother Mary and Christians believe in God, Jesus Christ and the Holy spirit. My aunt just shrugged and said something about all Gods are the same. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-110284305697473875?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110284305697473875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110284305697473875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-from-church-camp-it-was-very.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-110197752355449118</id><published>2004-12-03T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T00:27:09.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back in the wee hours of the night from the prayer meeting in my mum's church. Was having a blank look on my face half the time because it was in thai. Luckily the person sharing the message speaks English. It was about some destiny of your life. The purpose of your life. And it is not the situation around you that controls you,. it is you yourself that reacts to the situation. That builds character. Let setbacks be lessons that can be learnt, not excuses to be made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My parents are thinking of selling the house.That equals to moving,&lt;em&gt; again&lt;/em&gt;. I feel like a nomad. But thank God for having a place to live in anyway. Not like I've never moved from here to there. I'm staying put in my cousin's house for the rest of my SC life. Now in my Grandma's house, they all have already became part of what I call "home". 3 in 1, like some instant coffee thingy. Enough crapping, I'm gonna massage my knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-110197752355449118?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110197752355449118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110197752355449118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-in-wee-hours-of-night-from-prayer.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-110144567946664304</id><published>2004-11-26T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T13:07:59.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall post an entry now in case I may not have the chance to later. My cousin hogs it after she's awake. Thats 24/7. Watched The Incredibles yesterday with my cousin and her bro's girlfriend at PS. The popiah aunty in the foodcourt thought we were classmates, like, my cousin's girlfriend graduated from NUS already?!?! Sheesh, expected that to happen. The movie was quite cool, Jack Jack is SO cute, and so demonic. Those who watched it should know. Oh, my uncle organised this thing where the Mcdonald's at KAP allowed us to go into their kitchen and see how they prepare the food. They are so wasteful! The burgers which are not sold within 10 mins are thrown away, "waste it", they say. They showed us how they make a cheeseburger, then the guy took out the bun and asked us, "What is this bun?". Both my cousin and I were thinking like its a bun lah! What are you talking about?! The guy then told us with this "Haha, I know it you don't" look, "It's a cheese bun." = Okay, set that aside, he named the two parts of the bun "head" and "backside". There's a better name for it yeah. He said something about cannot toast both together or the backside will burn. He took out a blue glove and put it on his right hand, again, asked us what it was for, it was for handling raw food apparently. But ironically, he rubbed his hands together so I don't see the point of it. After all that, there you go, a cheeseburger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss the netballers. I miss sleeping with everyone in the room and doing everything together. SC Netball, WE DARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-110144567946664304?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110144567946664304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110144567946664304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-shall-post-entry-now-in-case-i-may.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-110139251797503593</id><published>2004-11-25T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T22:21:57.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bleah, spent 2 hours changing the template. Came back from Netball Camp yesterday, except for some miscommunications and misunderstandings it was quite fun. Some of the objectives were not achieved, sad to say. Okay, shall stop voicing negative thoughts. The whole process of the camp is too long for a lazybug like me to type out. I shall go shower and do quiet time. Until then, goodnight. I shall type an entry with more content tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-110139251797503593?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110139251797503593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110139251797503593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/11/bleah-spent-2-hours-changing-template.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-110043207637262816</id><published>2004-11-14T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T19:34:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The bbq on friday was a blast! Though the sec ones were outnumbered, but we had fun with the seniors. Phoebe and I were on the same mrt, met each other after coming out at the control station, so qiao. Deborah, Jocelyn and Phoebe were so afraid of Cherilyn's dog that they didn't dare to go into the house. Had to walk around the grass patch to go in. Poof. we played zhong ji mi ma, kena twice, drank 2 cups of coke plus 1 cup of diluted coke (yucks) and 1 cup of tap water from the hose. Thought I was gonna puke sooner or later. Nice Jocelyn helped me toast a marshamallow, though it almost splat onto the ground, I saved it by sticking my stick through it in time. Ha. The seniors were throwing down their underwear and shorts and shirts, and we hid it!Thats kinda gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to watch Charlie's Angels now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-110043207637262816?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110043207637262816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/110043207637262816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/11/bbq-on-friday-was-blast-though-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109996249612129693</id><published>2004-11-09T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T09:08:16.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alas! I finally sprained my ankle. For the first time. Thank you everyone that has shown me concern, I'm touched. My cousin was running up the stairs doing the butt kicking thing when I was struggling to hop up the stairs, how nice. Not being able to chase after her, I just threw my towel at her, idiotic. Better hope that it will get better so I can walk around and be present for tomorrow's training. Netball camp! WHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boredness. I think I shall go listen to Simple Plan's new album, although its kinda early (9.08am)for this kind of music. Heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7688980-109996249612129693?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109996249612129693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109996249612129693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/11/alas-i-finally-sprained-my-ankle.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109949152751956790</id><published>2004-11-03T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:18:47.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't it sad? Remembering the very first day stepping into 1CO, the very clean and tidy state of the classroom. It seemed so new and fresh, a change of environment. Then we witnessed the gradual change from tidiness to piling of mountains and hills by files and books of Emelyn and many others. (no offence!) Occasionally stepping on files and books that have dropped and just kicking them to the side. Then we were forced to pack up and tidy up the classroom again, back to its original state,  as if nothing had happened before(I wonder what will happen to mr spider?). We're leaving the classroom for the next batch of 1CO. Somehow, I'm beginning to miss the classroom, because I know I'll never step into it again for no special reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Training was unusually relaxing today. Team A was drilling on throw ins. I think they did it for what seemed like 1000 times before ms puva was satisfied, she almost knocked her head against the goal post when they made blunders. The seniors aren't feeling too happy about their game, I think when someone more experienced points out your mistakes, you should at least think over it more thoroughly before letting your anger get the better of you. Remember that we are nothing without her help. :)&lt;/span&gt;&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/7688980-109949152751956790?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109949152751956790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109949152751956790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/11/isnt-it-sad-remembering-very-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109936424457015101</id><published>2004-11-02T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T10:57:24.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The comp broke down. Now all my files are deleted, great. Nothing much anyway. We had the match between ourselves at CCAB today, I think we were kinda fooling around. Don't know how to control the team, its just so many of them. Sigh. Somebody help me! After that Charlene, Joey and I went to Food Haven with Joey's mum, she treated us to ice-cream. So nice, but had to eat faster than usual because Joey was in a rush? Yeah, but Charlene was the slowest, we were playing with her ice-cream container. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sad... Audrey C, Shi Hong, Clarissa are going to SY next year... I guess I will miss Clar's jokes? No one to converse in Mandarin with me anymore. No Audrey to sing in the class. But Charlene will join in to make the class noiser, with Joey. I'm going to be deaf. Poor Aletheia, never mind Ale, work harder next year! 1CO... I suppose it's the craziest class I've ever had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;UWC matches are so irritating, the monsoon season makes it impossible to play. We wasted our time making the trip there and not playing and having to come back. It's tiring even though we did not play k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Complacency is a sin, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109936424457015101?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109936424457015101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109936424457015101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/11/comp-broke-down.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109836297222731974</id><published>2004-10-21T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T20:49:32.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Schooling seems pointless and a waste nowadays, we go to school to play cards and make noise. Then the teachers will come and scold us, point? They even gave us a whole day free, yeah we used that to prepare talentime. The Rise of Evil was &lt;em&gt;fairly&lt;/em&gt; interesting, it may do me some good since its on history, I was deciding to sleep at first, most of my class did. And I spasmed when I fell asleep for a while, a bit embarassing. Camilla was staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results weren't too bad after all. If I look at the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;brighter&lt;/span&gt; side, mum doesn't know my results yet. My lit marks are so not gonna please her, but I can come up with some excuses or something. My science should make up for lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretted not runnning during exam period. Tournament coming up next week and our fitness level is like back to square one. Shooting is not consistent too. Maybe they should send us for some training that strengthens our minds first, not body. All in the mind. Thats what I tell Audrey C. Defending is hard work, don't understand why I keep playing WD when I'm supposed to be an attacker, maybe I can improve on defending first? Relieved that Stella approached me to offer help in being a captain, I wouldn't dare to approach her. Some seniors look too intimidating. But again, its just &lt;em&gt;looks&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calves are aching badly, my ointment for muscle ache is missing. Mummy bought that for me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109836297222731974?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109836297222731974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109836297222731974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/10/schooling-seems-pointless-and-waste.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109792096750066863</id><published>2004-10-16T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T18:02:47.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.....boredom kicks in. its bad, im pigging and pigging. turning into a pig. must stop eating excess food. i can only watch the newly rented honky drama tomorrow, 24 more hours. why is joey's present so hard to find? arghhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i cannot find the determination to run, die for the beep(is that how you call it?) test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109792096750066863?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109792096750066863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109792096750066863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109781841286917870</id><published>2004-10-15T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T13:33:32.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing to do. so far, i have finished reading animal farm, watching a hong kong drama serial. my eyes are going to pop out. I watched it in cantonese, with help of subtitles, my cousin and i watched it the whole day that when we finished, we kinda heard everything as cantonese. going crazy. we are going to rent another drama serial today. i love cantonese and drama serials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;my life is empty without school. really, i shall have a book sticking to me since there's nothing much to do in school except for checking of marks. holidays shall be worse. i shall share a poem from my church bulletin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time is short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The music won't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you run through each day on the fly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you ask "How are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When the day is done do you lie in your bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Running through your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And in your haste, not see his sorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is like an unopened gift...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thrown away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is not a race. Do take it slower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hear the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;/span&gt;&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/7688980-109781841286917870?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109781841286917870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109781841286917870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/10/nothing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109746659650361253</id><published>2004-10-11T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T11:49:56.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yikes, exams will be over in 2 days, and then results coming... Death looms... But I think I did pretty okay, for my history and science. Geog was screwed cause I crammed everything into my brain, ended up remebering a bit of everything, which is not good for section c questions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been telling myself I would not get too upset over my results if they are worse than my expectations, but who can? They are so important that we can actually cry over it, bury our heads in piles of notes and books for it, abandon fun for it. Heck with results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm thinking of compiling my cousin's lame jokes and answers to the recap questions in the sec 1 geog textbook. They are...obviouly lame, but some are really stoopid that you laugh. At least thats how my brain works. 3GR is the lamest class ever. Quoted by my cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My stamina should be very bad now. Must start to run after exams, at least build up a bit before training starts? Feeling guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109746659650361253?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109746659650361253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109746659650361253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/10/yikes-exams-will-be-over-in-2-days-and.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109576253996729903</id><published>2004-09-21T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T18:28:59.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;haiz... exams... stupid exams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;pray i won't get sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;prayed for friends who are sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;can't study properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;assignments not done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;time is running away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;headache all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;deprived of oxygen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;too stressed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think my brain's gonna be dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm a dead fishy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109576253996729903?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109576253996729903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109576253996729903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/09/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109547110040600371</id><published>2004-09-18T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T09:31:40.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This blog will go on a long hiatus. While I'm preparing for my exams. I will change the layout when I'm back. That is if I can find a nice one. It think I screwed up my oral, don't wanna talk about it. Sigh. English is one of my poorest subjects, I seriously think I may be detained for bad English. Not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Netball is off for the moment. But we still have some home-training to do. Which I am supposed to do later. I have my new year resolutions ready, but now is not the right time to do so. Pray that I'll be able to carry them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want the room back, after my cousin leaves. Then I can put a cupboard for better organisation of worksheets. I'm losing them. The holidays will be busy, for I will be cleaning up unwanted stuff. That's the disadvantage of staying at other people's house, you don't get your OWN space. NOTHING belongs to you, except for your personal belongings and school stuff. It is not MY house, but that's how I have to call it. I don't BELONG there, but I have to. It's a bad feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109547110040600371?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109547110040600371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109547110040600371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-blog-will-go-on-long-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109479440259027297</id><published>2004-09-10T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T13:33:22.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friendly match was against Commonwealth. Their balls are so worn out, it kinda shows that they either:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;                    1) Practise alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;                    2) Don't wanna buy new balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Candera was like, "Take our ball and stand there, or else we'll use their dusty ball" Haha. Audrey L was scolded so badly by Ms Puva, she looked like she was going to cry. Joey played GA, haha, she was so freaked out. She kept saying she didn't know where to run, but she did ok. Just that her shots didn't go in. And I got a sprain on my middle finger, its worse than the previous one, its blue black at the joint. I keep spraining fingers on my left hand. Then after that the Audreys, Grace, Joey and I went to Macs and pig out. Because they didn't give me my fries so I had to go to the counter and ask, so the person said "what fries did you order?". I ordered small fries so I told her exactly but Grace said I was silly cause I could've told her I ordered large. But wouldn't it be a waste of food if I can't finish? Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read the post dedicated to shooters in Tamsin's blog. We really work hard to get our shots in, sometimes we get so discouraged because without practise over some time, our shots are not so good anymore and it just doesn't feel good to see that ball bounce off the rim.  We slack off sometimes and take it as it goes. But I'll promise to work harder to put those shots in. Now that Joanne and Audrey can't practise in the morning anymore due to prefect duties. But they are still doing great. And remember Ms Puva said we must work together with the same strength to improve?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109479440259027297?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109479440259027297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109479440259027297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/09/friendly-match-was-against.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109462765146521156</id><published>2004-09-08T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T15:14:11.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's halfway through the hols and I barely started doing anything yet. While my friend has already finished most of the stuff, talking bout time planning. I suck. The hols have a special effect on people like me, they inject the virus of the lazy bug into me. Yeah, me. I actually wanted to go to school to hand in the lit worksheets and somehow my feet just doesn't want to step out of the house. Oh god give me some discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My parents finally decided to get me a new handphone. After using that 8250 for more than 2 years. When I gave my mum the test papers to sign and the marks are not bad, she said it was enough to get me a new phone. I love my mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It think I better get my feet moving to school. I have a whole list of things to do and there's not much time left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109462765146521156?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109462765146521156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109462765146521156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-halfway-through-hols-and-i-barely.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109455498377309841</id><published>2004-09-07T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T19:03:03.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Training was very bad, we only had like 1 ball?!!?! Ms Puva was very angry at us coz some people didn't bring the balls. So the training was quite slack, not enough balls to do ballwork, ended up doing team drills. Puva was fuming. Scary. The was this dead bee/hornet/insect on the ground and obviously we bisected it by stepping on it, we didn't see. Audrey L and I used it as a marker for the drill, I kicked her butt when I jumped for the ball. I didn't feel it, so I don't know. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Joey bought me a present, quite sweet of her. Although I didn't ask for it. I bought her a present too! But I didn't wrap it, save paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oral was kinda screwed although lao shi said it was not too bad. I was having difficulty speaking chinese, and chinese was supposed to be my better language! SCGS has done me harm, but I made my own decision so its my own fault. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friendly match on friday!!!! AH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109455498377309841?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109455498377309841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109455498377309841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/09/training-was-very-bad-we-only-had-like.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109427213661137919</id><published>2004-09-04T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T12:28:56.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from training. Ate at macs with Jocelyn and Pau. Cherilyn and Colleen came too but they left early. Jocelyn was eating so many hashbrowns, kept buying and buying. Might as well eat a burger, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's training was fine, the relay almost killed me. Joanne couldn't stop and I didn't start running so we collided, hard. When I knocked my head on the ground I was like, oh no, should I get up? Anyway, got up and ran faster than Pau. Lucky. I didn't even put a shot in today, sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool down exercise was fun. The skipping part we were holding hands and skip but only did that for one third of the court, paiseh. Audrey Cheong and I were being very crazy yesterday, we were jumping in gym and Audrey was being like spiderman so we were skipping in the manner of spiderman swinging from building to building. Amanda was skipping like little red riding hood instead. Then there were some canes in the classroom, so I used the cane as the web that shoots out from the hand! I asked Audrey to pose and I threw the "web", haha, very lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109427213661137919?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109427213661137919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109427213661137919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-came-back-from-training.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109387259065041378</id><published>2004-08-30T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:29:50.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So long never update. Quite busy plus lazy to do so recently. The stressful feeling is coming back again, headaches are bothering me again. I don't want to go through what I went through for PSLE again. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The holidays are coming again, which means another term is ending, how fast. My cousin's family is going to Beijing for the whole week. Leaving me, grandma and the maid as the only occupants in the house. Don't feel like going home, cause what I need is never going to be there. Everything is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7688980-109387259065041378?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109387259065041378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109387259065041378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-long-never-update.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109333372500469130</id><published>2004-08-24T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T15:48:45.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel so tired today, played badminton in the hall with Audrey, Charlene and Allison. Audrey tried to imitate the way I serve, use backhand but cannot one lah. Badminton distracted me from netball. hehe. We did the YMCA thingy again and we only progressed until the starting of the song, ACES day is the last thing I want. Sucks man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Final year exams are like 6 weeks away! At least thats what my cousin told me. So she was in the study mood last night. On the other hand, I kept falling asleep on her bed and couldn't study Science. Finally decided to sleep since I'm so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Projects and tests are big turn offs, can't have fun for too long... Haven't started on geog project yet. Science test tomorrow. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7688980-109333372500469130?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109333372500469130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109333372500469130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/08/feel-so-tired-today-played-badminton.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109282828865841043</id><published>2004-08-18T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T19:24:48.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yikes!!! We are very behind schedule for the netball gifts! ONLY going to buy the materials tomorrow, sigh, we just can't do things right. I finally got to play GA again! Mwahahaha, didn't even touch WD today. Ms Puva didn't let us run today cos she thinks we look a bit sluggish and tired. But she says we are doing something on Sat, her face looked weird though. Think she's going to make us run, A LOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The chinese test was postponed then I didn't know so I studied like hell this morning. Joanne, Joey, Audrey and I were taking turns to shoot and study. Not a bad idea by Joanne. Anyway, we managed to put in 60 shots in half an hour. Thats bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I put on sunblock lotion today, but the sun didn't come out. Must it always be like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109282828865841043?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109282828865841043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109282828865841043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/08/yikes-we-are-very-behind-schedule-for.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109265543247238691</id><published>2004-08-16T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:23:52.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just came back from training. Played WD again, I can understand how Small Audrey feels now, stuck to a position. And I played Center, then I completely forgot the set up and took up WD's space. Ah, so tiring, got scolded for no space awareness. Ms Puva says I'm a &lt;strong&gt;spare&lt;/strong&gt; shooter, it's kinda disappointing but I guess thats the way it is, I'm short. But I will keep practising my shooting, will drinking more milk help my growth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today Mrs Lee couldn't stand our dilly dallying anymore that she made us ran down to our class and up again, a herd of little elephants were stomping around. Not fun k? I think we disturbed GY cause we ran too noisily. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prefect electing was kind of malu... Standing in front of the whole Sec one level, don't know where to look. But the Upper sec got to vote in the Khoo Audi, why did we have to squeeze in the gallery? Anyway, told  Charlene, and the Bully-me Duo (Aletheia and Joey) not to vote for me, BUT, some people said they voted for me. Like, thank you very much but I really don't want to be a prefect. : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joey asked me to go and tuition primary kids for CIP hours, I suck at teaching I tell you. Last year my school had a program where the EM1 people had to teach the EM3 people maths and my "student" got like zero for her test. So malu. I think I'd rather go and beg for donations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109265543247238691?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109265543247238691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109265543247238691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-came-back-from-training.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109256796656216377</id><published>2004-08-15T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T19:06:06.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ran the 5km with Charlene on Friday, Audrey and Grace came too, but they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gave up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I actually wanted&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to stop halfway, but Charlene said that we should finish it so she can tell her friends she ran 5km without stopping. That silly Audrey ate too much for lunch that she almost puked. But she left a note for Charlene and me as encouragement. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was baking butter cookies for my parents yesterday and I didn't realise I put too much butter then I had to put more flour. In the end I got like, 36 cookies? So much, can last my father a few days. Then I decided not to bake cookies for Open House gifts because you'll get sick after a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The preliminary round for Olympics basketball was on just now and I watched it out of boredom. It turned out to be quite interesting though, even without sound. New zealand vs Italy, they were 10 points in score difference. But NZ made a comeback in the last quarter and the final score was 71-69. Quite sad, was kinda rooting for them. Gotta go and watch Yi Tian Tu Long Ji!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109256796656216377?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109256796656216377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109256796656216377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/08/ran-5km-with-charlene-on-friday-audrey.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109230005474568468</id><published>2004-08-12T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T16:40:54.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Few kilometers' run always seemed a very far target from me, or even it's something that I will never do when free. But running almost 1.6km every training has been quite normal to me now, considering that I almost couldn't make it in Primary school NAPFA test. It's kind of amazing how you can build your stamina and strength up without realising it. People always ask me how I can stand running in the hot sun, it's not that I can stand it, it's because I have to do it. But running with friends is really fun, cause the company keeps you going on. If  I were to do it all alone, I wouldn't be able to carry on. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Geog test... Ah, didn't study properly, crammed everything last minute. But I still managed to answer most questions. My time management skills have never been in use since I can remember, my parents have never taken me into hand strictly. Is that the correct phrase? I don't know. Father doesn't care, Mother can't do anything cause she doesn't know English. Is that considered lucky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't know what to do for Open House gifts, shall ask the other netballers for ideas. I suggested cookies though, but I think we have to bake alot if that idea is accepted. Bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109230005474568468?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109230005474568468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109230005474568468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/08/few-kilometers-run-always-seemed-very.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109213193513715419</id><published>2004-08-10T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T17:58:55.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My poor hair. Regretted getting that haircut. Maybe I told her what I wanted wrongly? Sigh, I'll just wait patiently for my hair to grow back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The friendly on friday was quite bad, my opponents are towering over me. Ain't it sad to see everyone around you grow taller but you don't? Guess it runs in the family genes. Although it was only a friendly, the lost hit me hard. Maybe what we put in wasn't enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to take pics for the geog project with Shi Hong yesterday, we couldn't figure out how to work her cousin's camera. It comes along with this remote which was redundant, she kept pressing it but nothing happened. Then I reckoned the battery was flat and you know what she said? Remote doesn't require batteries! Oh come on. Then she kept accusing me of not using what I learned in Digital Art. &lt;strong&gt;Digital&lt;/strong&gt;,doesn't link with film loaded cameras! But I was the one who worked it out in the end. I didn't load the film properly, haha. And finally applying what I learned in Digital Art, I took the pictures. We came across this park with a fitness corner which was really fun. Felt like moving to tampines. Then we climbed up this hammock thing and both of us were a little afraid of heights and it was kinda scary, she was asking me if I had enough of playing, oops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To that person who asked me to stop complaining, &lt;em&gt;thanks&lt;/em&gt; for your advice and I shall take it into consideration. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109213193513715419?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109213193513715419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109213193513715419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-poor-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109170277610335557</id><published>2004-08-05T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T18:46:16.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh, went to queensway for nothing. I was gonna help the netballers buy the shorts but the shops have not enough stock for the bulk of order we want. Was also counting the orders like mad. In the end ms puva helped us order. poof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tests again, 2 test today. Had the zi du in first lesson then eng compo in the second lesson. I exceeded the word limit for compo, so had to edit away 1 paragraph, didn't know I could write that much. We are doing sing to the dawn for lit now and ms lee gave us this question for our journal, asking us if we agree more with the monk or dawan. The monk insists that everything is pointless, I remembered when my cousin and I were arguing about the stuff each of us does is pointless. In the end, we came to conclusion that everthing is pointless. haha. I suppose it's not that way. Then we are not even supposed to exist at all! Things always contradict one another, it's your own belief that matters in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum called me just now and she was like, "never see you for more than a week already you don't miss me ah?" Oh come on, you should know better that I can never bring myself to answer questions like that. So awkward. Clarissa always  come to me and ask me if I miss her, then I'll laugh it off. Because I really can't say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realised that Audrey's toe is also peeling, I'm not the only one. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All netball's fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109170277610335557?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109170277610335557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109170277610335557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/08/sigh-went-to-queensway-for-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109145306260028620</id><published>2004-08-02T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:24:22.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally done with the attendance thing, so troublesome. Stupid, first I bruised my knee, now my fingers. Is this a bad omen? So painful... So kind of Audrey to lend me her towel to put ice, thanks ya! Training is still the same thing, playing on court for getting ready the match against nanyang. I played GA, WA and WD today, at least it was better than that day's play, not so confusing anymore. Colleen bought the same kind of shoes like mine! Feel very weird. So many people are injured, pray they'll get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;School was per normal, just that I can't be bothered with algebra and my maths teacher was so pissed with us making mistakes. My partner and I were talking about why using ALPHABETS to solve NUMBERS. It's like teaching someone English with Chinese, crap. I hate algebra. Oops, algebra test tomorrow, die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My cousin went to buy the X-men 2 dvd. She'll rather buy the dvd than buy a marker for me. That girl so stingy one. I bought her so many stuff and she takes it for granted, spoilt brat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109145306260028620?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109145306260028620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109145306260028620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/08/finally-done-with-attendance-thing-so.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109137096322999996</id><published>2004-08-01T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T22:36:03.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haven't updated for a some time. The friendly match was quite okay though. Nanyang was "on par" with us. But we still lead with 2:1 in the first game. Then it started raining so we had to call it off. The GD tripped me at the start of the game! Stupid! Then Nanyang scored the first shot. The seniors are leading too. There's some hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;When we went into the shelter, we were waiting to be debriefed and Joey was hitting Audrey L on the legs and palms until they became red. And when Audrey refused to be hit again, she made me the next target. She hit my scraped knee, so painful! That girl is so mean. Hmph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After we were free, we lined up like kindergarden kids having partners and stuff. Then we walked in two lines, making so much noise. Nicole fell at the bottom of the stairs, girl ah, sprain your ankle already must take care. We went to King Albert Park's Mac for brunch, Joey wanted to rush there upon hearing the seniors wanted to go too, be so afraid of them for what? I shared my big breakfast with audrey  L and joey, they took away both my hashbrowns and the milk. I put alot of pepper on my egg, but no taste, the pepper is lousy. When alethiea passed me my coin, we were spinning our coins to see which coin will outlast each other. So lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My cousin is trying to be like Sherlock Holmes, Science of Deduction, says she. How meaningful, says I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109137096322999996?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109137096322999996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109137096322999996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/08/havent-updated-for-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109101727220492075</id><published>2004-07-28T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T20:21:12.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tired, netball training was kinda screwed. It kept raining on and off, don't know why. Perhaps the sky thinks we're playing badly? I'm going to play GA on Sat, alongside with Audrey (big/chEong) the GS! We work pretty well together. I guess I'm too used&amp;nbsp;to playing GA, I get lost and confused when Ms Puva switches me to an attacker. And I'm beginning to step? Sigh. I asked the sec ones netballers to stay back to discuss something, but they all went back! Shows that they didn't take my words into consideration, feel so...useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;While we were playing, I don't remember who threw the ball to me, but I didn't catch it properly and it smashed into my face, my lips bled. And then there were two swollen bumps on my lower lip, like my lip isn't big enough. Wanping said she has one strand of orange hair. That was only a hair that is losing colour! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The cooking practical today was ok, the kangkong became chao tah. The curry turned out fine though. The teacher said it was nice. Phew. Pei Wen kept saying "kua kua le". *shrugs shoulder* Better go and finish my work and study for science, running for half and hour tomorrow. Cannot survive already.&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/7688980-109101727220492075?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109101727220492075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109101727220492075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/07/tired-netball-training-was-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109093398117861970</id><published>2004-07-27T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T21:13:01.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mwahahahahaha... My auntie's medicine works wonders, I'm getting well already! But my poor friend sitting beside me has got the flu, oops. Can finally go for training tomorrow, must remember to bring extra tee and tug in tshirt, look so toot with tshirt tugged in. Grandma nagging again, blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. So I went to Orchard today after school, and I was late because the stupid SY teacher let us off late. Then I had to run all the way down to take my bag and to the lobby. We looked like tourists taking pictures in Orchard, but we took some nice pictures. Mr Teh was telling me about study hard and getting good results, be a proffessional and have a good job. Why are adults always telling me this? Make me feel so awkward. Doh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Art was seriously shit, that mrs yeo totally get on my nerves. She is so rude, untactful and discouraging. So she thinks that she is a arty farty person and thus she can condemn our art pieces like anything? We don't care woman, you suck. Who are you to condemn our work that we put so much effort in huh? To think you wrote a handout for English, your use of language is bad. Go back home and take care of your baby. And&amp;nbsp;out of frustration, I used the penknife to cut my finger. I think I should eat more chilli. So my brain can release endorphins to make me happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109093398117861970?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109093398117861970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109093398117861970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/07/mwahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109084040242705305</id><published>2004-07-26T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T19:13:22.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sucking a vitamin c tablet now. I shall stop the continuous flow of my&lt;strong&gt; evil&lt;/strong&gt; mucus... After I've done my work. Auntie told me to take medicine and go to sleep early, how with so much stuff undone? My mucus has blood, sometimes. The skin on my nose is on the verge of peeling, it feels so dry... Put moisturiser. Hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I missed two netball training!!! I miss my fellow netballers... I watched them walked into the distance out of my sight. So sad! I heard that new rules are made, untugged shirt, fine $1. Didn't bring extra shirt, fine $5. Wah, they think we very rich ah? And I heard there's a friendly match? Hope I will recover in time, get outta my body you stupid virus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll make this a short entry cause I have work to do. See you all in school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109084040242705305?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109084040242705305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109084040242705305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/07/sucking-vitamin-c-tablet-now.html' title=''/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109074812834317222</id><published>2004-07-25T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T17:35:28.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coughs and sneezes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally came back to my cousin's house, I went to Holland V and bought a super cheap shoe bag for myself so that i don't need to use that odd looking orange bag anymore. Mum bought me some new clothes too, I got her to buy me the 3 quarter pants that I wanted months ago. Hoorah. And I bought the first piece of pink clothing in my entire life!!! I think I changed a lot. There was this t-shirt with a very cute cow saying moo... moo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we were shopping, my mum was like saying how dark and skinny I've become and blah blah... Then she asked me when I would stop playing netball. :O I&amp;nbsp;was dumbstruck, don't know how to answer her. Its like there are cca points and everything. You can't just say quit right? Don't know what she's up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everywhere I go, I will use up tissues. Especially when I'm sick, my parents were forcing me to eat medicine but I was coming up with lotsa excuses like: I want to finish my homework, the medicine makes me drowsy. I &lt;strong&gt;HATE &lt;/strong&gt;medicine. Yucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly remembered&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the ribena I bought at cheers, it's still in my bag. Better go and drink it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109074812834317222?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109074812834317222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109074812834317222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/07/coughs-and-sneezes.html' title='Coughs and sneezes'/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109057414205051421</id><published>2004-07-23T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T17:15:42.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darned computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This darned comp wasted my effort. I typed the explanation thing and saved it and&amp;nbsp;it had to konk out. I hate you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can never differentiate colds from flus, can someone please enlighten me? Everyone's tissue had been used up by me today, plus a lot of toilet paper i "smuggled", as quoted by Shi hong. We declared ourselves as the "Tissue Duo", haha! Audrey C tried to point my acupuncture points, &lt;em&gt;dian xue dao.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Nice try Audrey, but I don't think you succeeded.&amp;nbsp;Don't think I can go to training tomorrow, shall sms ms puva and ask her. : ( Sad. But I want to go for training!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadly, I've not been able to talk to Amanda (MMC senior) or the rest of the Rhombus. I somehow feel that we are drifting away from each other. Talking about emotionally dependent. Poof. But I kind of walked out on her and my cousin this morning. I threw away my tissue, picked up my bag and said a hasty goodbye. Well, maybe I'm just a bit grumpy these days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've yet to finish linking everyone (lazy), shall finish bit by bit. My plans of watching I, Robot today has been thwarted, by my senior who is sick. Movie plans are always thwarted. We wanted to watch King Arthur, then she decided to give&amp;nbsp;it a miss after Life! gave it 2 stars. Nevermind, can save money. I've been splurging a lot.&amp;nbsp;Anyone wants to watch &lt;strong&gt;Ella Enchanted&lt;/strong&gt;? My cousin is playing the piano now, practising for her exam. Quite sick of her exam pieces&amp;nbsp;already, and now she's not playing it properly. Doh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw the pictures of the prefect nominees on the board today, everyone looked weird in the photos. And Audrey, Stella saw you! On the board lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going shopping with my mum tomorrow! I wanna get new clothes, my t-shirts are all so kiddy. No blogging on weekends, because no comp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7688980-109057414205051421?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109057414205051421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109057414205051421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/07/darned-computer.html' title='Darned computer'/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109040734972766386</id><published>2004-07-21T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T18:55:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just came back from training, we played football? Yah, it was so hilarious watching girls play football, they kick the ball into the air and scream. Audrey lee and Tsao Hui fell on the wet wet muddy grass! Their butts were stained with &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Gross. Audrey said her butt was itchy! haha. Then we did some clearing thing and we didn't even know what it was about, throw here don't know run where. Sigh, the Miss Puva was shouting at us, maybe not us. The seniors. And we played a game after that confusing drill, we don't even know how to apply into the game! Anyhow play lor. But my team played quite well, Puva didn't shout at us (because she wasn't really looking). My long distance shots are not going in &lt;em&gt;yet. &lt;/em&gt;Must perfect it. Ok lah, maybe not perfect, good, at least?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yikes... I'm nominated as a prefect, so is Audrey Chong, Linyu, Camilla and Sheryl. But if I really become a prefect, I have to do duties in the morning and I can't practice shooting. On second thought, I think I'd rather not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/7688980-109040734972766386?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109040734972766386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109040734972766386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/07/no-time.html' title='no time!!!'/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7688980.post-109031307534513083</id><published>2004-07-20T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T18:38:27.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boreded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;lar dee dar... Sian lah. The English assignment is driving me nuts, I can't even write a compo properly how do you expect me to rephrase the info? Dumbo... Shi Hong threw most of the work to me, lazy pig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was kinda grumpy today, lack of sleep is the cause, the after effects? Headache. Fatigue. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Digital Art people are going out to take pics to make posters! And they actually want to go to Orchard? What the heck can you take in Orchard except people and buildings and people and buildings? They just wanna go there and shop dammit.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;think a photographer should be able to take pics wherever they go, is it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&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/7688980-109031307534513083?l=aileenation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109031307534513083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7688980/posts/default/109031307534513083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenation.blogspot.com/2004/07/boreded.html' title='boreded'/><author><name>alienated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469620580977395850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
