<?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-32170451</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:39:02.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved sweetheart bastard.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-5757802035332566598</id><published>2007-06-29T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:53:11.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe a greater thing will happen</title><content type='html'>Maybe a greater thing will happen? So many things are coming my way. I'm apprehensive...hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that my brain works very oddly nowadays. And somehow it seems to detest thinking. Maybe it's getting stupid or something. And that means I'm getting stupid! Touch wood lah. I shall just continue to see myself as a perfectly normal human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I just typed out some random crap. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway GYLC ended quite some time ago but lazy me didn't bother to update my blog and lazy me is still feeling too lazy to type a long post. So I don't think I'll post something detailed. Sorry about that...but I'll be doing a sharing with Li Ann (and maybe Noreen) soon in school (: Gah I miss everything! Even the dreadful LGMs! I love Washington and New York! I love feeling the cool wind in my hair! And most importantly, I love the people at GYLC! I miss everyone so so so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/GYLC250.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more pictures up when I get my facebook account. (which I hope to create soon!) And by then I'll say goodbye to blogger because I'm starting to feel that blogging is stupid. It's just me being weird lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving another bunch of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/IMG_0736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYGH Class 407'07 =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-5757802035332566598?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/5757802035332566598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=5757802035332566598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/5757802035332566598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/5757802035332566598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/06/maybe-greater-thing-will-happen.html' title='Maybe a greater thing will happen'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-5157154613018952554</id><published>2007-06-08T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:16:54.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GYLC!</title><content type='html'>Boy oh boy I'm flying off in less than 9 hours time! I'm starting to feel real apprehensive because I don't feel prepared enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I'm going to be positive and go there with an open mind =D I'll be the same Aileen I always am! Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I'm going to miss my favourite Char Kway Teow, Chee Kueh, Old Chang Kee's Curry Puff and all the yummy Singaporean food! And I bet my thighs will grow fatter over in the US with the fattening junk food. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's all the darling Council projects: LSF! 9Tee! June Camp! LMC! Oh my goodness. Add petrol NYSC! We can do it, yes we can! Li Ann and I will support you guys all the way nomatter how great the distance between us (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise whoever I promised to send emails from the US but I'm sorry, I won't accept special requests. (*hint Benita &gt;&lt;) HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah. Okay, I shall just pray to have a jolly good time with the new friends I'll make together with Annie and Noreen! If you two are reading this, let's ROCK IT together =D Yea baby yea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-5157154613018952554?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/5157154613018952554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=5157154613018952554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/5157154613018952554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/5157154613018952554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/06/gylc.html' title='GYLC!'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-5478803922644867363</id><published>2007-06-06T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:37:58.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of cynicism</title><content type='html'>Gah. Was expecting a good jog today. Feel so cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I'm doing too much for the world but the world isn't doing enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it's just me being cynical again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I tend to look at the downside of things and the evil face of human nature when things don't go my way. Well to be honest, I do that most of the time. I know I shouldn't but I just do. And somehow as I grow older, I become more cynical about life. Maybe it's just that I can't get used to you know, new experiences or something. Or maybe it's just the environment I live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that humans are born evil but somehow evil gets into them as they grow older. There's this argument on Child of Our Time quite a while back which went like, "Are humans born or are we made?" ....yea nature versus nurture. Hmm somehow I came up with this juvenile hypothesis that humans are born to be made. So it's like we're born in a certain way to be groomed in another certain way. Like we were born with comparatively superior brains which is then fed with knowledge and influenced by the environment to create a different us from when we were babies. Hmm but then another question comes to mind, "How did the whole social contruct come about?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to think about that now. I'm more worried about GYLC. Haven't gotten everything I need. Haven't gotten myself accustomed to the fact that I'm flying off to the Big Apple to attend this major conference in 3 days time. My brain just works too slowly. I'm still lazing around the house, not bothering to do my homework or fret about preparation for GYLC. I totally lack self-discipline but I still force myself to do work...hey that's contradicting myself. Oh well things will eventually fall into place I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-5478803922644867363?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/5478803922644867363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=5478803922644867363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/5478803922644867363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/5478803922644867363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-cynicism.html' title='Of cynicism'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-4515360568036782766</id><published>2007-06-04T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:24:08.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of C, C and C</title><content type='html'>I'm so impressed by the little boy on Campus Superstar! His voice just melts my heart. And yea in my opinion, he's the best male singer on the show thus far. Go Shawn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class dinner on Friday was so FUN! We had it at the Vilage in The Heeren. The place is so damn cool and the food is so darn yummylicious =D And the price was actually quite reasonable taking into consideration the quality of the food and the ambience of the restaurant. Hehe and Mr Tan bought us drinks! Although he was quite reluctant about it...but it's understandable because the drinks are totally rip off man. Oh and the ice-cream too! But then it's Movenpick so I can't argue much can I? I still remember the time in Sec 2 when Movenpick sponsored our school like tubs and tubs of ice-cream. I was totally on cloud nine savouring my berry-flavoured yoghurt ice-cream and I was inspired (well actually it's more of succumbing to bribery) to join Council HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/ClassDinner3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/ClassDinner2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/ClassDinner6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall dig for more photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled around the neighbourhood with Melissa yesterday and talked about stuff. Funny how so many people around us have changed so much and all the things that start pouring in as we grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's pretty scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-4515360568036782766?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4515360568036782766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=4515360568036782766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4515360568036782766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4515360568036782766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-c-c-and-c.html' title='Of C, C and C'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-7998283726481708459</id><published>2007-05-30T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:55:38.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Shyam and The Greatest Game Ever Played</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! UK Shyam is back in the game man! But sigh...Nanyang's going to lose another cool teacher again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say at 30, he still exudes the charm of a twenty-something. When he first came in last year, you can imagine how most of the girls in our school reacted. And well to those who think that he can't run like the wind at 30, I tell you...he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the teachers' race at the combined sports meet in HCI this year, he was like zooming past all his oppponents without much effort at all. And I was totally swept off my feet by his coolness (sorry I can't find a more suitable word to use &gt;&lt;). And of course, Nanyang won the race! =D Hmm but then we seem to win it every year HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea and he's a really really cool guy. When he first stepped into our class last year to take over the teaching from Mr Khong for a few days, he asked us why we looked so glum (or something to that effect). So we told him that we missed Mr Khong. And instead of the cliche "oh, I feel hurt" kind of response, he said, "okay I shall bring a picture of Mr Khong's face tomorrow and stick it on my face." Damn funny right? But well, he didn't do it in the end. But yea, that's UK Shyam for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this show called The Greatest Game Ever Played on Star Movies yesterday and it reminded me of Mr Shyam. The movie revolves around two main characters - Harry Vardon (who is the best British golfer of all time) and Francis Ouimet (a really gifted amateur played by the hot-in-a-cute-way Shia Labeuof!). Like Mr Shyam, Vardon stopped golfing for quite some time but deciced to get back into the game later on despite his age. Although he lost that US Open to Ouimet but he went on to win another 3 US Opens. Really admirable don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe Mr Shyam could achieve something like that huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-7998283726481708459?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7998283726481708459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=7998283726481708459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/7998283726481708459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/7998283726481708459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/mr-shyam-and-greatest-game-ever-played.html' title='Mr Shyam and The Greatest Game Ever Played'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-2835381605707336293</id><published>2007-05-28T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:46:57.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IB and Kentridge</title><content type='html'>Dance was totally exhausting today. We did like uncountable number of back kicks + scissors + the jump kick at the bar. I totally couldn't life my leg up for the last few kicks. And somehow, I sprained my upper arm. Weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had lunch with Mel Yeo and Jiawen at the poolside cafe after dance before taking a bus to ACSI for the open house. I tell you the aunties at the cafe hate us man. They totally ignored us the whole time when we politely requested for them to have our food served. Ah well, maybe it's just the weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Mel Goh was too tired to make it. (Hope she's better now!) But the open house was not very exciting lah so not much to see anyway. No offence, but the place was totally empty except for the school hall. No displays and exhibits, no tour guides, no banners...no nothing. But I guess that since their targetted audience is just a small group of people, there isn't a need to waste money and manpower on such stuff. We left after a few minutes of walking aimlessly around the place. I've more or less made my mind up about my educational route...but still I'm keeping my choices open. I don't wish to regret any of my decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiawen's mom came to pick us up and she kind of got lost on the way so she decided to take us up Kentridge Hill to take a look. So cool right? I mean my mother would totally freak out and just think about finding her way back haha!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love Kentridge Hill. It's such a beautiful place! I still remember my uncle bringing my siblings, cousins and I up there one evening to watch the sunset and I was totally mesmerized by the view...it's just so romantic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around for a bit and went off soon after because Jiawen had to rush home to prepare for her flight to Australia this evening. Lucky girl! So Mel Yeo and I went to Island Creamery to get some ice-cream and talk about stuff at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in a dilemma...should I choose self-interest over moral obligation or the other way round?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-2835381605707336293?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2835381605707336293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=2835381605707336293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/2835381605707336293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/2835381605707336293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/ib-and-kentridge.html' title='IB and Kentridge'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-3501412312528646172</id><published>2007-05-26T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:54:53.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates</title><content type='html'>Ahh...I'm still in love with Best I Ever Had by Vertical Horizon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Pirates with Derniese, Huiqi, Jiawen and Liwen after school yesterday. It's bloody good I tell you. Much better than the last two instalments. The music and sound effects together with the stunning visuals just gave me the shivers (in a good way of course!) Oh and it was pretty touching too...but I shan't reveal details! We decided to stay until the end of the credits because Melissa Sng told Liwen to. Bad thing was that I was totally freezing and my bladder was about to burst, and the cleaning uncle was shouting at everyone inside the theatre to piss off...hmm. But fortunately we managed to hold on in there and got a sneak peek at the VERY interesting snippet HAHA! Yea, so whoever who's planning to watch Pirates, stay until the end of the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my report book today. Quite satisfied with my results. But then my overall grade depends even more on my SIAs so I shall resolve to complete my Math Portfolio and 5 AMES questions before GYLC! Add petrol Aileen! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-3501412312528646172?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3501412312528646172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=3501412312528646172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3501412312528646172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3501412312528646172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/pirates.html' title='Pirates'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-1149469640493263240</id><published>2007-05-25T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:53:19.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JON</title><content type='html'>Just One North&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/sabb26-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/CollagePlaces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/sabb22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/sabb21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/sabb17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/sabb12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/sabb11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/sabb2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/sabb29.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-1149469640493263240?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1149469640493263240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=1149469640493263240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/1149469640493263240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/1149469640493263240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/jon.html' title='JON'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-3268257386358593451</id><published>2007-05-22T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:19:12.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One North - Day 2</title><content type='html'>Just One North is like the damnedest sabbatical module ever man HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cool walking about in places in Singapore I've never explored and well, just slacking and crapping the whole time with Mel Goh, Jiamin, Yichan and Marie. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I threaded my eyebrows at this therapy place in Little India today HAHA! I was shrieking like hell because it just hurts in a way you feel like making noises. The other 4 people can vouch for that man HAHA! Now I've got defined eyebrows yay! Ooh and we pasted a really pretty Bindhi on our foreheads which I thought made all of us look really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall post pictures from Mel Goh's and my camera another time. Hmm we're deciding to make this really cool collage from pictures of retarded us HAHA so fun! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and I will be missing school tomorrow...a day off for me! Actually I've only been in school for roughly 2 hours these two days because the sabbatical mostly comprises of FREE-AND-EASY trips outside school HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-3268257386358593451?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3268257386358593451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=3268257386358593451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3268257386358593451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3268257386358593451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-one-north-day-2.html' title='Just One North - Day 2'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-4201701148259335613</id><published>2007-05-20T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:00:03.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of materialism and coincidences</title><content type='html'>Bleh. Goodness. Almost $300 bucks on clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a totally horrible daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't shop frequently but then whenever I do shop (especially with my mother), my receipts will always amount to a gazillion dollars. Rah. How can I be such a spendthrift? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for heaven's sake, that amount of money is only for a few pieces of clothing! I'm too brand-conscious already. This is bad. This shows that I'm a materialistic girl. Oh no! (but I really like that Nike capri =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah anyway, I met Vera at PS. How coincidental! Hmm come to think of it, life's been filled with coincidences for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Alvin's grandpa and my grandma &lt;em&gt;coincidentally &lt;/em&gt;bid their eternal goodbyes to us on the same day. Then, on the day of A Midsummer Night's Dream, I was too tired and bothered to find my way to my grandma's funeral after the play. &lt;em&gt;Coincidentally&lt;/em&gt;, Mr Tan was also heading to the north of Singapore and Marie and I got to hitch a ride from him. And then &lt;em&gt;coincidentally&lt;/em&gt; I met Alvin on the HCI gate after the drama production. Ooh and &lt;em&gt;coincidentally&lt;/em&gt; I sat beside TUNG! (Wanrong) during the dance production. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in life come when they're least expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-4201701148259335613?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4201701148259335613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=4201701148259335613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4201701148259335613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4201701148259335613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-materialism-and-coincidences.html' title='Of materialism and coincidences'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-4376922964488300558</id><published>2007-05-20T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T00:57:24.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing, dancing, dancing...away!</title><content type='html'>I want to dance, dance, dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I was down with fever, attacked by the 100-day cough, struck by certain unfortunate things in life and now, muscle cramps...Gah! I haven't been dancing for AGES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Mosaic, a dance production by HCI Music and Dance (MAD) and the Chinese Dance Societies today. I was totally swept of my feet man. And I think I've made up my mind about my future educational route. Good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anyway, I got to meet all my darling seniors who went into MAD or CD! It was really really great to see them again =D And I got to see REGINA!!! Yay! I haven't seen her for god knows how long. I really missed her. Hehe =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa and was I impressed when I saw my Sec 4 dance seniors. They really became much better dancers after joining MAD and CD. Haha that's why I should join the dance society so I will be able to brush up on my dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I really don't know what's going to happen to me without dance in my life. I just need to dance. Although I'm not some pro but well, it doesn't really matter anyway. All I know is that I'm never going to stop dancing (unless my legs fail me or something. Choi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing, dancing, dancing...away! I LOVE DANCING =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-4376922964488300558?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4376922964488300558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=4376922964488300558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4376922964488300558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4376922964488300558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/dancing-dancing-dancingaway.html' title='Dancing, dancing, dancing...away!'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-7258234391061577519</id><published>2007-05-15T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:56:28.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling fine (:</title><content type='html'>You know what? Funerals aren't that depressing after all. Of course there were tears of sadness and the musty air of death. But it is really heartwarming when you've got the whole family gathered together - catching up with each others' lives, doing all those funny things to keep ourselves awake until 3-4am the next morning....and feeling the love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Ah Ma would cross Nai He Qiao peacefully seeing everyone doing well and the family bonding together. There was no emotional turmoil in me, except for the befuddledness at the beginning when the news reached me. Yupps, I'm feeling fine (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-7258234391061577519?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7258234391061577519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=7258234391061577519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/7258234391061577519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/7258234391061577519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/feeling-fine.html' title='Feeling fine (:'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-6263745026311810505</id><published>2007-05-12T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:37:33.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>Life's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when things start to look up, everything falls back down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-6263745026311810505?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6263745026311810505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=6263745026311810505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/6263745026311810505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/6263745026311810505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-4720774703501675994</id><published>2007-05-10T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:17:38.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody Musings</title><content type='html'>Mood swings again. Was in my emo-mode quite a number of times because of stuff but hmm I guess I'm still a sanguine person at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm finally assured that I'm going for GYLC! All those nonsense and technical problems back there really got me freaking out. Sigh...will be missing June Camp and Leadership Sharing Forum though. Gah! My babies (together with NY/9Tee)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better start reading up man. I feel so stupid now. Hmm, okay reminder to self: I can do it! Yes I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just get more complicated each time huh. And well, things don't necessarily go our way. So what can we do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: keep the faith and hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think I'm being too optimistic but hey, feeling sad and depressed about the whole thing just equates to wallowing in self-pity which is I'm sorry to say...pathetic. And most importantly, you have my support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you Eileen! (I don't know if you would ever read this but yea the Sec 4 NYMDers will always walk with you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-4720774703501675994?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4720774703501675994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=4720774703501675994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4720774703501675994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4720774703501675994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/moody-musings.html' title='Moody Musings'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-3159858796845975190</id><published>2007-05-07T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:35:08.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Snip]pets of My Life</title><content type='html'>I realised that I've been really negative in my past few posts. Ironically, I'm feeling rather sanguine about life now. Hmm... it must be the irritating girlish mood swings. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got my hair SNIPPED yesterday! Woohoo! I finally managed to get it done and over with. I've been dreaming of cutting my hair short since god knows when but had to keep it because of SYF. Hmm...wished it were even shorter though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen commented that I look even more goody-too-shoes with my short hair which is bad bad bad because snipping away my locks is meant to represent my emancipation from all those horrible things! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been a drear these few weeks due to mid-years...but it will become more exciting soon...A Midsummer Night's Dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-3159858796845975190?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3159858796845975190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=3159858796845975190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3159858796845975190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3159858796845975190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/snippets-of-my-life.html' title='[Snip]pets of My Life'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-4949023186362244141</id><published>2007-05-05T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:36:36.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A leadership quote</title><content type='html'>"To lead people, walk beside them ... As for the best leaders, the people do not notice their existence. The next best, the people honor and praise. The next, the people fear; and the next, the people hate ... When the best leader's work is done the people say, 'We did it ourselves!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Lao Zi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-4949023186362244141?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4949023186362244141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=4949023186362244141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4949023186362244141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4949023186362244141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/leadership-quote.html' title='A leadership quote'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-8153077599713188056</id><published>2007-05-05T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:12:10.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toh is hot</title><content type='html'>Bleh. I am down with fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a horrible feeling I tell you. Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still had the cheek to go to school on Friday to sit for my Chinese paper. How stupid is that? I totally screwed up my first paper man. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate falling ill! I can't do my work which is really bad because just looking at my to-do-list scares the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sickening! (hah a pun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I'm feeling much better now after catching up on lost sleep. My temperature dropped from 39.5 to 37.7. Yea..sleep really does wonders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-8153077599713188056?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8153077599713188056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=8153077599713188056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/8153077599713188056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/8153077599713188056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/toh-is-hot.html' title='toh is hot'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-3170714876231019591</id><published>2007-05-02T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:55:52.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of being PC and PR</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me why I'm blogging about being PC and PR. I'm also not very sure why. But I guess the radical side of me suddenly took over my cerebral hemispheres after browsing through this book called Comet in Our Sky - Lim Chin Siong in History. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, I am fully aware that I am not a PC or a PR person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I have never been one. I remembered the time when I was in primary school, I was the sole being who stood up to say that I did not hear the school bell ring after recess. I guess honesty and moral courage doesn't do any good and well, I got chided by the teacher in the end. However, until today, I don't see anything wrong with what I did. Another "memorable" incident was undoubtedly the time in Secondary 3 where I posed this really controversial question to this Chinese lecturer who came to our school to talk about the Chinese economy and how it affects Singapore. Being the so not PC or PR person I am, I asked him about what he felt about China using her veto power to stop the sanctioning of UN forces to intervene in the Sudan Genocide, to protect her economic interests. And of course, I got into boiling hot soup due to my brashness. Schoolmates started to talk to me about it and well, one of the deans who was present at the talk feedback to my teacher about it. Although I felt that I was not wrong to ask that question, I decided to keep my profile low for the time being to prevent further trouble. I mean duh I know that this guy is from China and I "shouldn't" be asking him such a sensitive question. But tell me honestly, without controversial beings in the world, won't life become a drear? Look at the number of tabloids on this Japanese minister who commented that women were child-bearing machines! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know I'm being controversial here again but I guess whether you are PC and PR or not, depends on how people want to perceive you. It's really subjective because someone may perceive something said by another person as acceptable while others may not. For instance, the dean actually felt that I asked a very valid question however, I don't get why others make such a big fuss out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't bother really. A little yes, but still I know how I am like and it's hard to change this intrinsic character. I have tried to tone down and I managed to a little but still this is me, and I can't change this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we leave the PC and PR-ing to those who are born for this? There is no use to force someone who is not PC or PR to become one because this person would be a very sad human being at the end of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrow-mindedness will only serve to destroy your only sense of humanity. So, be accepting and embrace the world with open arms. Won't that make the world a much better place? Hmm, I'm being too idealistic here but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm abit wonky up here for posting such a fallacious post. But then, go away if you feel that my post doesn't suit your taste buds. No offence though but this is my personal freedom. Thank you in advance for being so understanding. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-3170714876231019591?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3170714876231019591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=3170714876231019591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3170714876231019591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3170714876231019591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-being-pc-and-pr.html' title='Of being PC and PR'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-3094880301112676554</id><published>2007-04-30T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:46:23.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweeping Insensitivity of This</title><content type='html'>Gah. Life is so superficial. Sometimes (like now) I just feel sick of everything. Everything I'm doing, the people I face and well just simply everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to describe it but the sweeping insensitivities of people just makes me feel like running away to a faraway land where nobody knows me. (Hmm Boston maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah but oh well. Life's like this. But I can't sit back and watch the world go by stupidly under the hands of stupid people right? It's not like I'm that smart anyway but yea - stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being uber negative again today. Don't know why but well the negative side of me just pops out of the blue every now and then. Quite sickening man. But well times like this make me reflect about life (which I don't really reflect about before the negative side of me started popping out because I detest working my brains).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...Life is so unfair! I feel..no I AM deprived. Okay I don't live in a slum or anything but I'm relatively deprived compared to some people. I don't exactly admire them because they have something I don't in fact to be honest, I don't see why they are so blessed. Maybe it's just me being stupid to think in this way but well those who are in my shoes (or have been) will understand how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness. I'm being emo. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah. I just wish people would stop being such an a**. It really pisses me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-3094880301112676554?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3094880301112676554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=3094880301112676554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3094880301112676554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3094880301112676554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/04/sweeping-insensitivity-of-this.html' title='The Sweeping Insensitivity of This'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-2950593659676191116</id><published>2007-04-26T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:40:11.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF Gold with Honours: NYMD Love ~*</title><content type='html'>The NANYANG MODERN DANCE SOCIETY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLD with HONOURS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/NYMDLove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-2950593659676191116?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2950593659676191116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=2950593659676191116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/2950593659676191116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/2950593659676191116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/04/syf-gold-with-honours-nymd-love.html' title='SYF Gold with Honours: NYMD Love ~*'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-3113322933545440173</id><published>2007-04-22T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:38:23.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before SYF</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, OH MY GOODNESS!!! SYF is in like less than 10 hours time! =D I'm so excited haha! And I'm really heartened to see many of our juniors posting encouraging messages onto Yahoo Groups. So sweet! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Bishan Junction 8 this afternoon to de-stress. It's really nice roaming around the place alone while sipping Coffee Bean's ice-blended mocha. Okay...maybe I did go to the library to borrow books for my History SIA but at least I spent more than half the time over at J8 shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to the wise advice of Heiyi and got myself some eye-patches to reduce my horrendous eyebags. And I also bought a facial mask too heehee! Yes, yes vanity is a sin but I don't give a damn right now because I want to look good for SYF tomorrow! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, I decided to explore the building. Hmm, didn't know J8 had so many shops! Pardon my lack of general knowledge but I was unaware that 37 degrees and 77th street existed there. Gosh I am pathetic man haha! And when did Seiyu changed it's name to BHG or something? I'm so amused. Oh well, so I went into several shops to see if I can get any good buys and I managed to get a new pencil case from 37 degrees. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So satisfied me decided to roam around for another half an hour or so and took a bus home at around 530. Still felt kind of bored so I decided to take a walk around my neighbourhood and I managed to capture some really cool shots (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/CIMG0684.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old shophouses beside Jackson Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/CIMG0689.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful cottage-like house around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/CIMG0693.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former Senett School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/CIMG0695.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road where my house lies on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...I LOVE my neighbourhood, I LOVE slacking and I LOVE NYMD!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all my darling Modern Dancers: Let's take our passion and make it happen because the STAGE BELONGS to US!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-3113322933545440173?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3113322933545440173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=3113322933545440173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3113322933545440173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3113322933545440173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-before-syf.html' title='The Day Before SYF'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-48339358899520961</id><published>2007-04-19T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:09:16.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MODERN DANCE!</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been really draining. Tests, assignments, Council and most importantly SYF! Mr Khong commented that I looked really tired today and he very nicely gave me an extension for my IH policy-making assignment! Hehe Mr Khong is sooo nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm feeling so much more confident about our SYF dance item now. Previously I wasn't really positive about the whole thing because I was being negative...I guess. And yea, as what Ms Yeo mentioned after Audi prac today, many of us who went through that demoralizing phase two years ago, including me, didn't know what to feel for this year's SYF. It was really hard to overcome that mental barrier...that setback which really broke my heart. Honestly. I truly believed in our dance and I really put all my heart and soul into that piece. The outcome was a terrible shock. It wasn't only the pressure from the school but more of how I felt personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ever since SYF preparation started last year, I was well, rather neutral towards the whole thing. I wasn't feeling enthusiastic or passionate about it. In fact, I didn't want to give it all I've got because I didn't want to be hurt as deeply as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been thinking. And finally I was able to ask myself why was I holding back. I won't have anything to lose but only something to gain if I put in my best anyway. At the same time, I don't want to disappoint all my loveable dance mates (: Eileen, the awesome foursome (Vinette, Jiayee, Heiyi and Huzhe), Shirley, my retarded juniors &gt;&lt; as well as everyone else. And I don't want to regret this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really hope to see the Nanyang Modern Dance Society SHINE in this year's SYF. We aren't the best, but we are AMAZING...and we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us is beautiful. We don't need to be the most flexible, the most technical or the one with the prettiest face. We just need to keep this PASSION in us burning. The everlasting spirit of NYMD! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO FOR GOLD NYMD!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-48339358899520961?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/48339358899520961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=48339358899520961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/48339358899520961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/48339358899520961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-modern-dance.html' title='I LOVE MODERN DANCE!'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-6272852335267514118</id><published>2007-04-14T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:02:51.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulevard of Broken Songs</title><content type='html'>This week is going to be really hectic. SYF practices, tests, SIA submissions, homework and Council. Gosh. I hope I'll be able to focus man. Add oil Aileen! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came across this really cool song mix called Boulevard of Broken Songs. Bits from Greenday, Oasis, Travis and Eminem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://radioblogclub.com/open/65664/bootleg_greenday_oasis_travis/Bootleg%20Greenday%20Oasis%20Travis%20Eminem%20-%20Boulevard%20of%20Broken%20Songs"&gt;Click here to listen!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall dedicate this song to all the amazing people who made my Friday the 13th beautiful HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-6272852335267514118?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6272852335267514118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=6272852335267514118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/6272852335267514118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/6272852335267514118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/04/boulevard-of-broken-songs.html' title='Boulevard of Broken Songs'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-3212164274449434373</id><published>2007-04-13T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:45:03.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Aileen turns 16 today. She is a big girl now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-3212164274449434373?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3212164274449434373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=3212164274449434373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3212164274449434373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3212164274449434373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-4999644161519586281</id><published>2007-04-09T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:29:53.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you dance...</title><content type='html'>Yay! Ms Chan praised me during dance class today. Haha sorry for being egoistic but I'm really happy because at least I'm doing something right in my dance "career" (sorry can't find a better word haha!). And the fact is when Ms Chan praises you, it shows that you've got something because her judgement, in my opinion, is to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while, I've been rather insecure of whether I'm cut out for dancing or not. Since I stopped ballet and chinese dance in kindergarden (well actually all I did then was prance around in my tutu), I've never done any dancing until secondary one. It can be quite shocking for some people to know that I was in Math and Science Club in primary school haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were doing grande plie and battement for one of our routines today and Ms Chan came and asked me whether I did ballet or not. I said no and she told me that I should join ballet because I'm a born ballerina! Boy was I shocked when I heard that. I mean I really don't think that I'm a great dancer, I think I look awkward at times and well, I just don't have a very good technical foundation. And, I have ehm...fat thighs. I'm not lying! It's true! Okay but nonetheless, I was still really proud after hearing her compliments. Then later, she praised me once again for my kicks and asked me to demonstrate them to the rest of the class. And yea I was feeling really good inside. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this sparked me to think more about whether I should further my dancing. I've been thinking about what she said and I'm considering taking up ballet once more after secondary school. I love dance, especially modern contemporary and ballet, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I'm going to join dance in JC due to varioue reasons...and I'm really sorry to my fellow dance mates about this...but still I'm considering taking external dance classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to stop dancing! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-4999644161519586281?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4999644161519586281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=4999644161519586281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4999644161519586281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4999644161519586281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hope-you-dance.html' title='I hope you dance...'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-724818981165902678</id><published>2007-04-08T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T01:02:43.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday/Sunday's Musings</title><content type='html'>Goodness, I've been slacking throughout the whole weekend man. Just today, uh well yesterday because it's 12 plus now, I went to watch ACJC's Westside Story with Shirley. Then, I went for tuition and after which, I had my dinner at my grandma's house. One whole day gone just like that. Pooft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I shall get my engines all heated up today. Tests start this week! MUG Aileen, MUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY to all the early April babes =D Li Ann and Adele!!! (I hope I didn't miss out anyone &gt;&lt;) Apologies for my late blessings and yea I don't really have a valid reason for this. But anyway, I hope that you guys enjoyed my HOMEMADE cheesecake! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yes, I was flipping through one of MM Lee's book yesterday and I saw this really meaningful sentence which goes something like: Do what is correct. Not politically correct. It speaks so much doesn't it? And I came across another great quote when I was flipping through the Council Journal: The harder you fall, the higher you bounce. I was amused by this actually because all this while I have only been seeing the first half of the message: The higher you climb, the harder you fall. And I didn't look further than that. Well, I guess that I'm once again a step closer to enlightenment with all these wise words from wise people. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-724818981165902678?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/724818981165902678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=724818981165902678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/724818981165902678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/724818981165902678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/04/saturdaysundays-musings.html' title='Saturday/Sunday&apos;s Musings'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-4892170504144352418</id><published>2007-03-25T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:00:51.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of growing up</title><content type='html'>It's times like this when I just feel so out of sorts. There's this awkward sense of peace, but this peace is also a silence. A silence which signifies a certain bleakness in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I need to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-4892170504144352418?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4892170504144352418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=4892170504144352418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4892170504144352418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4892170504144352418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/03/of-growing-up.html' title='Of growing up'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-7844703941964987198</id><published>2007-03-23T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:54:34.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>You know what? There's a reason for everything but there's no need for a reason all the time. Sometimes you do something because of this gut feeling in you. There's a reason for having this gut feeling but sometimes you just can't identify it explicitly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that you want to do something and that you should do it, but have totally no solid reason to justify your cause, just do it because something in you knows that it is the right thing to do and that there is a really strong reason to back it up. But you just can't pick it out at the point in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why we need so many reasons to get something that we want to do accepted by the society. Don't you find that it only makes things more complicated than it already is? Is there really a need to give a thorough justification for all your actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, we can't do as we wish all the time because we owe a responsibility not only to ourselves but the to the people around us. Thus a need for reasons to ensure that what we do is utilitarian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, many things in life cannot be explained even by the most logical and analytical person on this Earth. Take for instance the concept of love. Ask the lovers around you - your parents, your relatives, your ah gong and ah ma - why do they love each other? I'm really interested to find out if anyone has a really good and solid answer to this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a quote I came across which went like this, "Life is frittered away by detail. Simplify...simplify...simplify..." Indeed, we humans have been complicating things so much that our lives seem like endless webs of troubles and problems, intertwined by our very own worries and thoughts. Where did the idea of simplicity go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowonder I have always been comfortable with Mathematics. The simplification of algebraic equations and complex fractions...ah what a great feeling after reducing your answer to the simplest form. You feel happy and relieved don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we do it the Mathematical way. Simplify, and you'll feel a great new sense of freedom. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-7844703941964987198?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7844703941964987198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=7844703941964987198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/7844703941964987198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/7844703941964987198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/03/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-7033244857313793720</id><published>2007-03-17T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T16:57:29.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Dance Camp'07</title><content type='html'>Hoots! Back from dance camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah let me whine a little first. I missed the Chancellor's Challenge Shield competition! It totally slipped my mind because I was too caught up in dance camp. Rah. I feel so SAD! Crossing my fingers hoping that Benita would call me back with good news &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Let's go back to the topic of dance camp. It was totally slack camp for me. I guess it's due to the fact that I'm not really involved in SYF this year so I don't practice as much...To be honest, I'm rather disappointed at my role. I'm not resentful or anything but I'm feeling unjust? I'm also not being overly confident of myself when I say that I have the capability to take up something more. But I guess it's due to my committment to Council...shall talk to the Ms Y. about it sometime. No worries though! I'll still be giving my best shot for all that I'm tasked to do. Hoots NYMD!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm really HAPPY that we're making a whole lot of improvement. I think the "Mulan-ers" are doing a real decent job for the first few scenes! Really impressive! But the "Barbarians" are doing great too =D I'm feeling really positive about the whole thing. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to te costumes. Wonder how they look like...But at least we got the props roughly 70% done and the make-up settled. Talking about make-up, Ms J. came on the first day to teach us what to do for our stage make-up. Heehee and I was the first model! Okay I volunteered for fun since I was the only one who hadn't bathe. And no, it's not that I'm filthy but I was going home, instead of staying over in school, to send my brother off to NS the next morning. Shall talk about it some other time. Anyway, I had on this really feminine opera-ish make-up which made me look like some scary geisha. But at least it was not as bad as Felicia's haha! Sigh but I'll be using Felicia's make-up for SYF...but I'm alright with looking ugly! Dancers should not be afraid to look ugly on stage! Oh yes, and credits to En Rui for doing my make-up. You're a real pro man! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Felicia a.k.a. The Aunty (As what Mr G. calls her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/CIMG0660.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the "aunties" who just got back from Shop N Save &gt;&lt; (Estelle, Marianne and Eileen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/CIMG0669.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinette and I! (P.s. I'm so sorry Vinette for making you eat your dinner!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/CIMG0659.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mua camp group! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/CIMG0661.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to post the photo with my freaky make-up on because it will really scare the daylight out of someone haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-7033244857313793720?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7033244857313793720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=7033244857313793720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/7033244857313793720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/7033244857313793720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-dance-camp07.html' title='March Dance Camp&apos;07'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-3559803092933283446</id><published>2007-03-13T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:55:26.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After-cycling therapy post</title><content type='html'>Ahh...I feel so peaceful. Just went cycling around the neighbourhood. It's just so relaxing to feel the cool breeze brushing through your hair...and the silence of the night, though kinda scary especially when you're alone in the dark, can be pretty enjoyable. It's like no one's watching you and you can do whatever you want. Hehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my stuffy room right now trying to finish my work. I resolve to complete my Math Portfolio forward and Chinese SIA activity log 1 by tonight. Gah, but I don't think I'll be able to accomplish my goal. Chatting with Jiayee now regarding some Dance Camp activity. I must say the Sec 2 juniors are pretty creative! The games are so fun! Kudos people =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thing for planning crazy games. I guess it allows my craziness to free itself from all the oppression? Haha! Was planning for some NYSC June Camp activity this afternoon and I can assure you it's gonna be exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm thinking of changing my blogskin because this is not really ME. It looks good but it's just not ME? I found a really cool grunge floral image from the net. Wanted to create my new blogskin using it but I guess my html skills aren't really up to par yet so I've given up trying to create an original skin. Bleaugh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Ahh yes I wanted to show this off long ago but I guess I just didn't have time to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/TimGosAutograph.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Go's autograph!!! You know the Channel News Asia news presenter cum producer of That's IT? So cool right? Gosh I shouldn't be gushing over him but... it's just so cool! I bet many of you are jealous hehe &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-3559803092933283446?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3559803092933283446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=3559803092933283446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3559803092933283446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3559803092933283446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/03/after-cycling-therapy-post.html' title='After-cycling therapy post'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-1674604136872477861</id><published>2007-03-11T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T17:26:12.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graces Camp'07</title><content type='html'>NYGH Graces Camp'07 was a total blast haha! I'm lovin' it =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomed with Fern, Steffi and Celia. It was so fun rooming with them! Sad thing was that our room was beside emhm the male teachers' so we had to watch what we talked about, although half the time we were crapping like no one's business &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day we had deportment and make-up class. During deportment class, we had to place a hardcover book on our head and walk with in heels. Reminds me of Princess Diaries can haha! It was so hilarious seeing about 200 girls with books on their heads and trying to balance themselves well. Haha! The make-up class was great fun too! Although I think the make-up sponsored by Za spoiled my complexion a little ): Anyway, my table's facilitator was so cure haha! She was complaining about her short or even non-existent eyelashes the whole time. And she was really nice, helping me to put my mascara and curl my eyelashes. Haha and she said that I looked like a barbie doll! =D To end of the day, we had the Malay Extravaganza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/GracesCamp07010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drummers from Zheng Hua Secondary. I was really impressed by their amazing performance =D And Fern was gushing over this Malay guy again! Haha oh my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/GracesCamp07004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is what our class wore. Our theme was some sort of erm flowers cum hawaiin cum tribal...really weird. But it was unique! Bad thing was some people said that I looked like some havoc bimbo -.- I'm so not okay...oh well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/GracesCamp07014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batch'07 after the day's debrief! Cool-ness (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, we went for hosting class and played indoor games. Not as fun as the previous day's classes but I guess the organisers were trying to save the best for last! Yupps, the much anticipated gala dinner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/GracesCamp07070.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steffi, Celia, Li Fern and I all dressed up for the occasion. I so love my hair can? It was like the neatest and most elegant hairstyle I've ever adorned. And I did it all by myself! Heehee! And some people said that I looked like a tai-tai &gt;&lt;  *Blushes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/GracesCamp07016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 407 councillors! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/GracesCamp07027.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'Marquee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/GracesCamp07026.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with two hot guys! Haha just joking lah. Shao Wen and Deborah are so cute &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/GracesCamp07041.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah's and Shao Wen's band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/GracesCamp07044.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bevy of beautiful Modern Dancers =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/GracesCamp07055.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batch'07! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was one of the most memorable times I had in NYGH. Everything was great, good food, food lodging, good fun. But more importantly was the times I spent with my friends. I may sound cliche but I really really really relish every single moment I spent with you guys (: Hooga Seveners!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-1674604136872477861?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1674604136872477861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=1674604136872477861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/1674604136872477861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/1674604136872477861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/03/graces-camp07.html' title='Graces Camp&apos;07'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-7009066546568851149</id><published>2007-03-02T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:14:30.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn out.</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling very worn out lately. Just in class today, shuyi was browsing through my wallet and she found some of the neoprints I took last December with my primary school best friends. She was like, "I would date the girl in the photo if I were a guy but I would not date you." Haha! shuyi says some really weird things at times but what she was trying to say was that I have become more haggard-looking. I look OLD! Furthermore in the washroom today, steffi said that I have wrinkles! Oh my gosh. That was so depressing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's not dwell on such negative stuff. Anyway, GRACES CAMP is approaching VERY VERY VERY SOON! I'm so excited! It's not about the dress and all because honestly my dress is pretty plain. It's grey just for your information and it wasn't my "li xiang" kind of dress. Don't ask me why I got it because it was bought under really bad circumstances such as under the duress of time and stuff. Plus, it was really expensive. I mean it's from Ted Baker but at the end of the day, it's still made in China... But I'm glad that I got something, at least. We should learn how to "zhi zu". I love my shoes though! Although they don't really match my dress but I love them nonetheless. Haha call me eccentric. I'm just worried about turning up as a fashion disaster on the day itself. But who cares? It's all about having a jolly good time of fun and laughter =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my FINAL Lifeskills Camp in Nanyang! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-7009066546568851149?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7009066546568851149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=7009066546568851149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/7009066546568851149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/7009066546568851149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/03/worn-out.html' title='Worn out.'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-6054931745776982454</id><published>2007-02-24T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:55:45.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYSC Investiture'07 - IN SYNC</title><content type='html'>230207: NYSC Investiture - IN SYNC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/INSYNC.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I feel GOOD! At least there's something off my mind but at the same time I'm really sad because this is Batch'07's LAST Investiture! I truly, madly, deeply LOVE NYSC. We totally rock baby! HAHA! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow "comm-less" folks a.k.a. ACE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/ACE.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/Invest07_PublicityPoster_ACEjpg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Li Ann for the poster and pictures =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Batch'07 姐妹们！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/Batch07_31Jan07.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tough day =S My calves were aching like hell (it cramped up twice when I was in the Council room with the rest of the folks) and my body seriously needed thermoregulation. On stage, my lips were like a dried shrivelled prune which ran out of colour and my contacts were about to pop out of my eyeballs due to the lack of moisture in the air. So my head started feeling woozy and after the ceremony, I was totally wonky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was due to my wonkiness that made me spout some really wierd stuff during the school tour. I was totally not myself. Li Ann said I was really quiet and kept walking away from the group =S Worst thing was, we missed the photo-taking session! Gah. Oh well. So we ended up in the LT talking about random stuff and I was really wierd again because I was still wonky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After clearing up, we gathered at the Council room to go through a mini-debrief. The seniors were so nice! They gave us flowers and little notes and Carol and Wan Rong gave the SWCers'06 a pretty hand design notebook with heartwarming messages inside! So sweet! =D Also, Ms Sabrina treated us to pizza. Though I couldn't meet up with the rest of the teachers but I would like to say a very BIG THANK YOU to you for not giving up on us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Invest pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/InvestICs.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Invest I/Cs Eileen and Li Shian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/As.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of cam-wh*res! &gt;&lt; (Haha just joking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things weren't going right along the way but at least we managed to put everything into place at the end. The frustration, the helplessness, the disappointment...were too much for words to describe. But at least what we achieved was also &lt;em&gt;too beautiful for words&lt;/em&gt;. It may not be perfect but it was an achievement...OUR achievement. Despite, we shouldn't be complacent but strive harder and NOT let our fellow school mates, our teachers, our fellow councillors and basically everyone, down. The NYSC spirit will live on and burn passionately in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NYSC Presidents' legacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/CIMG0572.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethos, pathos and logos...I promise.&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/32170451-6054931745776982454?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6054931745776982454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=6054931745776982454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/6054931745776982454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/6054931745776982454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/02/nysc-investiture07-in-sync.html' title='NYSC Investiture&apos;07 - IN SYNC'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-1627428921469888493</id><published>2007-02-14T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:33:24.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invest Audi Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>I'm really bad with words. I have so much to say but I'm just unable to voice my thoughts out. How frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day today. Sad thing about being in an all-girls school is that nothing exciting seems to happen during this event. I mean it's really heartwarming seeing and receiving small gifts such as chocolates and candies from friends but it's just unexciting. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Investiture rehearsal in the auditorium today. Frankly speaking, it went erhm...bad...as in really bad. I guess it all boils down to everyone's attitude in making our Investiture this year a success. You say you love Council, so show it. Even if you hate the Investiture item or whatever, who gives a sh*t about it? Just do it. Do it for Council. Do it for your batchmates. Do it for yourself. People have been missing in action for practices and that really s*cks because you have people out there doing so much to "neutralise" what your slacking caused but you still do not give a sh*t about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh. I'm being so negative! But seriously, we need to buck up or else expect the worst to happen. Remember December Camp? I'm crossing my fingers hoping that everyone have not forgotten all those valuable learnings. Remember, reflect and DO IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy thing is, tests are finally over! HOORAY! My chemistry test totally went down the drain but I guess I did okay for my other tests. I really hope to get an A1 average this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I seem to be slacking whenever I don't have anything urgent to do. Like right now, I'm supposed to be revising for my chem spa trial tomorrow and completing my chem worksheet + complete a chinese essay for my SIA + more stuff but I just lack the motivation to get down to work. I guess my mind is too distracted by all the current and coming events at hand such as Investiture, CNY, GRACES Camp, GYLC and more. Gah. I need to be more self-disciplined and focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go vet the NY Tee proposal now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try....and have a little patience...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-1627428921469888493?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1627428921469888493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=1627428921469888493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/1627428921469888493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/1627428921469888493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/02/invest-audi-rehearsal.html' title='Invest Audi Rehearsal'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-4651586619500200860</id><published>2007-02-10T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T16:37:02.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One hectic day! =(</title><content type='html'>Today's one hectic day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;830 to 1130 - dance practice in school. My feet were filthy and sore from dancing in the quadrangle because I didn't bring my dance shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130 to 1210 - tiring bus ride from school to Tangs due to major traffic congestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1210 to 1630 - flag day for the Riding for the Diabled Association. It was a rather eventful experience. First stop was Chinatown where collection was poor but we met a NY senior who just graduated and I was put off by this very rude caucasian who mumbled under his breath, "Can you guys leave us alone?" when we approached him for donations. His tone was so demeaning and offensive can? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left China Town and after bouncing about from place to place, from Chinatown to Clarke Quay to City Hall, we finally settled down at Raffles Place to collect donations. Response was enthusiastic with many people coming up to us to donate proactively. But I made a very interesting observation which some may find offensive - caucasians, when approached for donations, give a i-am-bigger-than-you look and tend to reject your pleas most of the time. There were some caucasians who donated but from my experience, only a meager 1 out of 10 caucasians donated. This may not be entirely true and is solely based on my experience so please do not take &lt;br /&gt;this to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, as I was enjoying my collection success, the guards came out to tell us that only 2 persons were allowed to be stationed at the place to collect donations. We wanted to stay as a group so we left and walked towards the memorial nearby to take a break. Eileen and I passed this guy who was lying in the middle of the four pillars in a suspicious position but we didn't dare take a second look. After a while, Han Chih came out from the four pillars traumatised. Apparently, the guy was erhm m******ting. I was totally shocked man. How can someone be so sick? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went off and took a train back to orchard. I also made another interesting observation which some may also find offensive - RDA is an organisation set up by caucasians. Hence the fact that RDA mobilised 5000 over local students to help them out and with the number of caucasians donating, isn't the whole situation rather ironic? And actually I don't find a need to help RDA as the organisation is not exactly dependent on flag days for funding as corporate companies are one of their biggest donors. At the same time, RDA do not require as much funding as other poorer charity organisations as they reach out to lesser people and aren't exactly very poor if you get what I'm trying to say. Once again, this is my personal opinion so do not take this into offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1630 to 1730 - waited for Su Xiang and travelled to Bugis for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1730 to 1900 - Tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900 to 2030 - Waited ages for the bus and due to really bad traffic conditions, the bus ride took twice as long as the usually time taken. So it was really late by the time I reached home. Went straight home instead of walking to my grandma's house for dinner and I was feeling really weak and hungry. Cooked instant noodles for dinner and washed up after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whole day gone just like that and I still need to mug for History and Math Test + Chinese tian xie han zi next week! Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-4651586619500200860?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4651586619500200860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=4651586619500200860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4651586619500200860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/4651586619500200860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-hectic-day.html' title='One hectic day! =('/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-8007665947197674802</id><published>2007-02-03T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:26:30.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSION Talk</title><content type='html'>Rah. The Converse sale only lasts until Sunday! That means I can't go down to get any stuff because I have to mug for tests next week! Aww man. And there's still dance practice plus Investiture item practice in school tomorrow. Afterwhich I've got Chinese tuition class in the evening. Tell me. Do I even have the time to study for my tests and complete my SIA tasks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me. Do I have the time to go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Same as the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life still has to go on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to buck up academically. I've been flunking my assignments and I committed a totally retarded mistake for my Chemistry test which costed me like 8 marks? I'm so screwed. I don't think that I can get an A1 average for my CA. But there's still hope...I hope &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the PASSION talk today at my brother's school. Left school early so I missed Chinese lecture, which is really interesting. Nothing much really but I did enjoy the talk given by Mr Douglas Foo, CEO of Sakae Sushi. Really charismatic speaker with a very fascinating background. Doodled some really cool design during the talk although I'm not exactly very artistically-inclined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the reception, I went to ask a panelist from YoungChangeMakers regarding funding for some of our NYSC projects. It was so amusing when the guy shoved a whole stack of brochures and some notepads to me. It's not like I'm distributing them to my school mates or anything...but I guess I will, since they stuff would go to waste if I do not. Another amusing thing was Fern gushing over the guy from YCM because he looks "ang-moh-ish" HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be a small someone with a VBD (Very Big Dream). =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-8007665947197674802?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8007665947197674802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=8007665947197674802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/8007665947197674802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/8007665947197674802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/02/passion-talk.html' title='PASSION Talk'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-1333997201171451401</id><published>2007-01-26T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:29:14.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kranji War Memorial Trip</title><content type='html'>I went to Kranji War Memorial today. Let's just say that I was in a rare state of peace and tranquility. All the negative ions from the rain and the beautiful surroundings at Kranji just made me feel all peaceful and relaxed inside. I somehow feel rejuvenated. The cool breeze brushing against my skin and the drizzle of the rain cascading down my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was rather shocking to find out that most of the soldiers who were buried at Kranji were only 20 something when they died. The youngest was my age. The valour and bravery they showed; I salute to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/0126_152722.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/0126_153942.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/0126_154705.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/0126_161128.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/0126_161901.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/0126_162042.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/0126_163541.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/0126_165218.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/0126_162237.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They died for honour and decorum.&lt;br /&gt;They died for the love of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;They died for all free man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-1333997201171451401?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1333997201171451401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=1333997201171451401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/1333997201171451401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/1333997201171451401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/01/kranji-war-memorial-trip.html' title='Kranji War Memorial Trip'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-3657218170817320243</id><published>2007-01-20T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:47:27.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saturday in year 2007</title><content type='html'>I got hit just above the eye during dance practice today. It still hurts. Fortunately I wasn't disfigured or anything because that would be disastrous. According to Mr Gordon, the most important asset of a woman is her face. Men can survive just with capability but women cannot. Well that is a very sad thing is it? Although what he said was blatantly stereotyping but think about it and you start to see the truth behind it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my eyebags are getting more hideous by the day. I do try my best to sleep earlier and actually I do sleep earlier than usual but I guess I should just give it up to the facts and say that my horrendous eyebags are permanent. But I am a hopeful person! Maybe it is due to all the stress these days. You know what? I lost almost 2kg since the start of this year and NO, I am NOT ANOREXIC. Just for your information, I am currently munching on a huge packet of barbeque flavoured potato chips. I do skip recess and lunch breaks due to meetings, meetings and more meetings but I still binge after school and when I feel like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, talking about stress. Actually I should stop complaining because seriously this isn't the worse I have been through but anyway, I attended two Investitures this week - Hwa Chong Student Council Investiture and SCGS Prefectorial Board Investiture. And next Tuesday, I still have to attend a Community Chest Appreciation session with Li Ann at GV Vivocity. I should consider myself one lucky girl being given the oppurtunity to attend all these functions and events. So yes, I will not say that I am stressed out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSC Investiture was on the 17th. The bunch of us left school early to change into our formal uniform and to cross over to the other side. I was practically melting in the extreme heat as we were ushered around the school but the saving factor was the hospitable councillors from HCI. Okay, they were not as meticulous in the sense that they did not really ask if our soles hurt from walking too much or if we wanted a break from all that walking but they were friendly nontheless. Thanks a bunch HSC! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended SCPB Investiture primarily because two of my cousins are in the PB. Took a bus with Vanda to SCGS down the road and boy was I surprised when Vanda told me she took a bus home from school everyday! I mean she is like Eileen...the qian jin xiao jie kind who gets chauffeured wherever they go. So you get my point. Met some familiar faces like Mi Jie (ex-primary school classmate from SNGS) and Jia Chen (President of HSC). I kind of saw Kevin (ACPB) too...but I didn't say hi. To be honest, Vanda and I were super anti-social at the Investiture. We were talking between ourselves while all the representatives from the boys schools around us were striking up conversations the whole time. They were like, "Hi, you're from __ right? Ahh...familiar looking, so what is your name?...Nice to meet you! I am __ from __ yada yada yada..." Oh well...the Investiture item was really brilliant. It was a dance cum skit cum musical performance which was really well executed. I must say that I am impressed! Good job SCPB! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures from Sec 1 Orientation! Credits to Li Ann for the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/S1OrientationTelematch.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Force-Behind-It Committee (FBI). Great job FBI for organising the Telematch and Breakfast Bash! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/FBI07.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/S1OrientationTelematch2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Sec 1 juniors and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/S1OrientationTelematch4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/S1OrientationTelematch3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sacred evidence of "bullying" in NYGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/S1OrientationTelematch5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32170451-3657218170817320243?l=hotneelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3657218170817320243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32170451&amp;postID=3657218170817320243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3657218170817320243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32170451/posts/default/3657218170817320243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotneelia.blogspot.com/2007/01/saturday-in-year-2007.html' title='A Saturday in year 2007'/><author><name>aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973815124639720223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32170451.post-2978380355622924608</id><published>2007-01-12T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T00:41:32.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First 2007 Blog Post</title><content type='html'>My FIRST post for the New Year! Yea I know it is A LITTLE late...but let's not bother about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh it has been raining continuosly for the past few days and I couldn't go cycling around the neighbourhood. So my legs are rather flabby right now. Eww. Anyway, my mom decided to buy new bicycles for my sister and I so we don't have to &lt;br /&gt;use my idiotic brother's one anymore HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was rather busy lately so I couldn't find time to blog and post the pictures which I promised too. But feast your eyes whoever is reading my blog because I'm NICE and shall reward the long wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up my new room! YELLOW walls! I love yellow! I also have a bay window with blue curtains, my personal toilet and a built in full-length mirror for me to practise my dance. Isn't it great? I'm so happy. Yellow and blue so rock my world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/0112_233616.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/0112_233642.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/0112_233741.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random photo of the window view at my old house. The evening sky's just so mesmerizing. Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/1210_184910.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of Stephanie with Ryan and Melody. I'm envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/1222_202726.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanhui and I during our "clique" Christmas outing. We played a prank on Shuyi, Cihui and Jiaming when they were in the toilet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/1221_181646.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Christmas Party at Marianne's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/1228_201436.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some picture of a letter game we played. The words look like green worms haha! More pictures can be found on Vinette's blog but some of the pictures aren't exactly what they portray. It's all because of camera effects. So do not believe Vinette's words &gt;&lt; Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council seniors' farewell party! Look at the pretty pictures. Obviously you can see that my fellow Council batchmates and I slogged it out (ran for buses, carried bags of goodies, climbed up the hill twice to Jessie's house etc.) to prepare for the party. Great thing was our hard work paid off so everyone had a BLAST! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for the ultimate surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/1231_132530.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really cool picture which Jingyi took at our treasure hunt station. I was writing a message which says something like, "Dear seniors, we know you love us and we hope that you will find your true love in JC too. With hugs and kisses, your juniors." HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/0101_154753.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprise we prepared for the seniors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/1231_162522.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/CouncilFarewell010107040.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it stunning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/1231_162431.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it looks like in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/aileenz/farewellsnrscheers.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The senior's making one last wish as a batch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. I'll be graduating from NY soon! I really hope that I'll make the best out of my life in Nanyang this year, academia, dance, Council... I want to graduate with no regrets or whatsoever and I know this sounds cliche but I want to do this one last thing for the school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sec 1 Orientation ended just recently and I felt that Council did a really GREAT job! Kudos to everyone! Telematch and Breakfast Bash totally rocked although I was "bullied" by Sec 107 during the telematch. I shall get the proof next time and show you the horrible thing they did to my face. But overall, everything went great and you could feel the Nanyang vibe starting to sink into our Sec 1 juniors! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was The Arena filming at Mediacorp. NYGH was awesome man! We were against United World College which was really strong but we put up a good fight and impressed the judges a lot. I was also heartened to see all the supporters cheering loudly for the debaters. 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