<?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-8493329942786293956</id><updated>2011-09-29T10:50:17.964+08:00</updated><category term='Work'/><category term='Design'/><category term='travel'/><category term='w'/><category term='General'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Welcome to her little space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-2585189113474270586</id><published>2010-12-29T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:46:12.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>单独但不孤单...你做得到吗？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Where are you my friend named Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this little world becomes so quietly scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a smile coming deep down from a concerned friend&lt;br /&gt;I need a pat on my back to know that I am recognised&lt;br /&gt;I need a concern to know that I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;I need a simple dinner with my beloved friends which everyone is doing&lt;br /&gt;I need a carefree day without any emotional worries&lt;br /&gt;I need to be to see my family before it becomes too late&lt;br /&gt;I need a little encouragement to know that I am not lousy&lt;br /&gt;I need understanding without speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-2585189113474270586?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2585189113474270586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=2585189113474270586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2585189113474270586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2585189113474270586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='单独但不孤单...你做得到吗？'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-3755561880950597798</id><published>2010-09-13T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T11:57:51.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple theory...But we might all have forgotten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Daddy and Mummy once said to their kid : "If you get top 5 in class, Mummy will bring you for a overseas holidays."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So the kid studied hard to be the best. Knowing that she is not the best in class, but she strive to do her very best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And yes, Daddy and Mummy brings you for a holiday to Indonesia. Nearby. Indonesia is nearby. Even if it is nearby, but that is the reward that you worked for. And the kid knows its not easy for her family to afford it. When eating out even in a coffeeshop is already expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But imagine if the kid don't have to work for it anymore and get the trips just as well. Do you think it is as memorable? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Everything that Daddy and Mummy buys, was a reward. A new schoolbag. A new pencil case. With is so simple, yet it was based on terms that the kid work for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Then, Daddy and Mummy was the "money" to get you things you worked for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now, The theory is the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Because you work for it. Simply that. Not hard to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sometimes even if we have grown up. The basic theory still exist. The basic that Daddy and Mummy onces said to the kid. "You want to get something. You work for it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yet, its not simple to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-3755561880950597798?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3755561880950597798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=3755561880950597798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3755561880950597798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3755561880950597798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2010/09/simple-theorybut-we-might-all-have.html' title='Simple theory...But we might all have forgotten.'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-4786975127503382781</id><published>2010-09-13T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T11:30:32.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Value</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Remember the feeling when you work your ass off to afford your first Braun Buffel wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Remember the feeling when you work 2 years just to save up for the future and blow it all over in 1 trip to London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Remember how hard it was to depart with a hundred dollars for the wallet and how heartpain to blow off all your 2 years savings for a trip to London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yet, it was memorable. Because these things are hard earned. And you made it. Though the value of the money is low as compared to current situation, yet, the value was so great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Remember the first watch after working a year to afford it. That, was sense of acheivement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Remember the second watch on your 23rd birthday. That, was a birthday gift for your own achievement. A reward. To be able to afford one that you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The first bag was of that value just as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Subseqently, all that follows lost its value. Not the value of the money. Yet, the emotional value. All that follows lose the emotional value. They don't mean as more anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A bag is just like a bag. A bag to contain your stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No longer a bag that was worth the sense of achievement and reward to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Emotional value is when you know its worth. Emotional value is when you know the value in which this amout could do for yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Emotional value is when it buys happiness. True happiness, simple little thing called happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Simple little thing of knowing someone likes it. Simple thing of knowing that it makes a difference in someone's life. Simple thing of knowing it could possibly transform someone elses life. Simple thing that we all have, but some people will never have. Like a year of education. Like a pencil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This give you a sense of inner happiness. To know that someone out there, appreciates this little things that might mean nothing to you, but mean a little difference to them. A year of education to us might not get us anywhere. But a year of education to others means the basic means of literacy. Literacy that could possibly lead them to a better life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is when the money works its wonder, not for you, but for others. And in return, this brings out its emotional value. The value of being able to achieve someone else's little dream, someone else's little smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Monetry value last only so much. But when you know, others benefits from it. When you know this could help mould a kids future, be it your own flesh or others less priviledge. When you know it could provide a shelter for others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is its real value. A sense of achievement. When you know, what you worked your ass off for, and how much worth it brings for working so hard for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-4786975127503382781?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4786975127503382781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=4786975127503382781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4786975127503382781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4786975127503382781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2010/09/emotional-value.html' title='Emotional Value'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-3365080927425499568</id><published>2010-09-04T03:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T03:22:51.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>勇敢</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;解脱- A Mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"解脱 是懂擦干泪看以后 找个新方向往前走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;这世界辽阔 我总会实现一个梦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心里有一种渴望勇敢的念头..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;~ A Mei - 解脱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;本来就是一场游戏。游戏里默默写着的规则，我没忘记。&lt;br /&gt;心里偶尔也会有那沉重的伤感，但也默默渴望游戏不会结束。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;但是，事实就是事实，再渴望，也是不会有任何的改变。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;在你的未来里，我看不到，也感觉不到我的影子。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;本来就是如此，不是吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;在那无可避免的离别时，我希望我会有勇气对着这一个没有将来，但很美好回忆说的说："谢谢你。再见。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;离别时不再哭泣，不再伤感，不再渴望，也不在自私。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-3365080927425499568?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3365080927425499568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=3365080927425499568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3365080927425499568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3365080927425499568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='勇敢'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-8425680631308792540</id><published>2010-07-14T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T01:51:21.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Feeling like winter in Summer</title><content type='html'>God knows what is troubling that confused and sad mind...&lt;br /&gt;Only god knows because she doesn't know what is bothering that usual independent girl...when typing a blog feels like the tears are stuck behind the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like crying but not sure what she's crying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling useless, feeling definately less independent, feeling like a job didn't land on her hands like it should really be, feeling moody of her mood swings...One moment smiling and one moment worth smiling, she feels the opposite. Why does she feel like a breakup with herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading self help book is perhaps a sign that life needs some rectification and correction. Its time you need a book to remind yourself to buck up, and everything is not gonna matter one year down the road, so why bother getting all stressed about it. When you need a book to remind you that "snowball" effect of thoughts is really unhealthy and wasting alot of time stressing over it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buck up. Just Buck Up...Everyday...It will be ok...Someday, Someday...Someday winter would be over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-8425680631308792540?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8425680631308792540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=8425680631308792540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/8425680631308792540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/8425680631308792540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2010/07/feeling-like-winter-in-summer.html' title='Feeling like winter in Summer'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-6722494069146112729</id><published>2010-07-09T04:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T05:12:42.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Dreaming of an Italian holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well well, she still prefers European holidays over Asian-never-ending-shopping holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves watching architecture, culture, history and.....and just a little shopping will do because its nothing too unique. You can do it back home too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well...Should apply leave soon. Tentatively would be just herself on this trip unless someone pops up to join her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This time, unlike London and Frankfurt, she wants to spend a fruitful air ticket and get travelling around in trains, which she always fear...And visit many places...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rome, Florence, Venice, and if possible to squeeze in Amalfi, Naples in that short 11-12 days trip...she wants to see the blue and clear waters of the Mediterranean Sea...Though Southern part of Italy like Sicily would be god damn perfect but guessed it might be alitle chilly to visit near the end of the year...Oh well, leave those pretty Medditerranean places for future honeymoon, if it ever happens. Haha, and also the lavender fields would be one place on earth worth visiting :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just throw me beautiful scenery on the train, bicycle or a cute little vespa scooter...She'll be a damn happy girl...and a memory to last for a long long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-6722494069146112729?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6722494069146112729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=6722494069146112729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6722494069146112729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6722494069146112729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2010/07/dreaming-of-italian-holiday.html' title='Dreaming of an Italian holiday'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-3210415121806243737</id><published>2010-06-30T01:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T02:03:34.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>The flying chairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;She feels like she have been sitting on this flying chair for a long long time...&lt;br /&gt;So long that she no longer feels the freedom, feels the wind in her hair, feels the amazing scenery.&lt;br /&gt;But rather, she feels the bar holding her in the seat, feels the distance of the her flying chair to the next flying chair, feels the monotonous ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that freedom and all that happiness is only so much without being able to collide and have a laugh, without being able to hold the next chair, without being able to talk to your friend flying on the next chair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-3210415121806243737?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3210415121806243737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=3210415121806243737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3210415121806243737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3210415121806243737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2010/06/flying-chairs.html' title='The flying chairs'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-2906187266508474823</id><published>2010-06-22T02:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T02:43:43.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She knows that she hasn't been updating her blog for a darn long time...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Life was busy. Series of events unfold itself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She will remember the days on site close to Dubai World Cup in March 27, 2010 for a long time. That was the day that everyone have been working towards, whereby visions became reality. Though we had barely rested enough from the past few days of mad rush to open Meydan Grandstand, nevertheless, the pride and all..it goes without saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;After that, the company reorganisation, the old colleagues left, and she transferred to the other company...All for the better of tomorrow, hopefully...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And now with a little wee bit of time, hopefully this blog will be updated regularly enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Now that all friends are thousand miles apart, and being her, friendship is something she picks and choose with great fuss. And even among new friendships formed, the people she chooses to confide in are that very few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So now...this would be that little space where she could trash it out, speak the unspoken, speak what she thinks, without worrying if it hurt others or if the words will change a certain situation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Let's start by uploading some nice memories before it all fades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Few weeks before the Grand Opening of Meydan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485297847509889522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/TB-xVHgKsfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/lFlO4oPrJ5o/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485297859366749570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/TB-xVzrEBYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/dpfQBSnZgFM/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485297868493006114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/TB-xWVq7pSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/be3TJ6NxAbQ/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-2906187266508474823?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2906187266508474823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=2906187266508474823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2906187266508474823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2906187266508474823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-2010.html' title='June 2010'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/TB-xVHgKsfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/lFlO4oPrJ5o/s72-c/IMG_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-5076500002152933532</id><published>2009-09-05T04:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T04:59:28.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>New Home @ Burj Views</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Folks!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally the long awaited day has arrived!! Finally I'm moving out to a place to call our own in Downtown Burj Dubai with Xueni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks dear friends who helped with the moving since dearest room mate flew back to enjoy life. Ha, I'm enjoying too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Kenneth for your car and help with moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Tim and Sue for your help in cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks security guard who is wayyyy better than my soon-to-be ex apartment who doesn't even give a damn to you when he sees that your hand are filled with more than what you carry and he doesn't help to push open the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its more than moving to a better environment, its about having a free space to ourselves with our own breathing space, our own place to care for and maintain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It not done up yet, but progress is as important too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;On the day I arrive to take site measurement after work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377710196434511474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SqF27mt5pnI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yNVSOdFTO7Y/s400/IMG_0055-20090903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377710198994392802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SqF27wQOVuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/e5nzOpDWlxU/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ken's car on Thursday IKEA Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377710205239559186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SqF28HhMBBI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ET85Ku4jWl4/s400/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Living/Dining Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377710213645054754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SqF28m1NsyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/7vVDr3MrrCw/s400/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;On Friday 4th Sept...Cleaning day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377710221785207122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SqF29FJ-kVI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RWRtnJjpbHs/s400/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377718756181820466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SqF-t2QsRDI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Jx2xQPLBo6E/s400/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-5076500002152933532?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5076500002152933532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=5076500002152933532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5076500002152933532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5076500002152933532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-home-burj-views.html' title='New Home @ Burj Views'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SqF27mt5pnI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yNVSOdFTO7Y/s72-c/IMG_0055-20090903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-487844402417340831</id><published>2009-08-30T04:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T05:34:34.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Typing this is the middle of the night. She knows it well that she should go to rest. The body wants to rest, but the heart wants to stay awake to do more things, aimlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It is one of those days that she wished the distance wasn't so far. She wish that she could finish work and head down for an aimless walk with him. The thought of walking down the street, just enjoying the company, even if there isn't much exchange of words, is simply heartwarming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Somehow along the way, it seems that the perfect thought of the future never really comes to happen in real life for her. Well, of course there are moments that are more than what she can ask for, but human are greedy. The next time she's not ever gonna give up her annual leave. NEVER!! Just forget about what a fool she is to have given up. Damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Somedays she wish she could just break the rules a little. But knowing the other half will not approve of it, she has to be obedient. Hmm...Well well..what can I say..Costly plan to execute and she is constantly reminded to spend wisely..But you know that there's some things that money could buy for you? Or should I say, money can exchange time for you, and maybe freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If only I could spend the day with you. Like I've always wanted to. Guess that's why I'm made for who I am. Thank God that I'm created to daydream and imagine alot. Daydream and Imagine at work, and imagine my own fairytale, imagine going out with you, imagine being there with you in your every step. I wish I could have it realised than just purely imagining the best picture. Thinking too much sometimes hurt you on the inside. Especially when it is very simple to accomplish, but you seem to be the one whose not that ordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Darling, I remember you and I definately miss you. Another 89days, 15hours and 56 minute is very long. I do have alot of imagined-plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Imagined being able to attend events with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Imagined spending a nice short holiday here with me, sightseeing, walking aimlessly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Imagined being able to not hide from anyone about us..(which I'm very tempted not to hide anymore..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Imagined going back home and go on a short trip nearby with you and my dear friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Imagined parents who accepted my decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Imagined if only I am courageable enough to admit to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was one of those days she remembered walking down the riverside and crying hard yet quietly on his shoulder. Today was one of those days she missed that presence so badly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And on the other hand, she frustrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people should just mind their own business. We have no TV here, doesn't mean that your not-so-close friends can be your "celebrity entertainment news".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She felt being "supervised/watched/talk/thought about". She feels restricted, and definately provoked to display the rebellious side of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes Love, I know you will always opt to go the other way of being in your own world and doing your own things. Yes, I want to but at the same time I wish people could just not talk. Its tiring to be wary of your surroundings, to be wary of your actions and words, to be wary of offending, to be wary of every single damn thing. Even wary of being seen walking out from office. I'M NOT A KID MUMMY!! And maybe because she's got enough of being wary of her actions, that's what tempting her not to hide him from anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnight world. Goodnight Love. Goodnight my friends.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-487844402417340831?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/487844402417340831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=487844402417340831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/487844402417340831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/487844402417340831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-imagination.html' title='My imagination'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-383186126468321096</id><published>2009-08-14T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:11:14.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Another Friday morning on 14th Aug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She's been not updating for a long time. She knows its. Maybe there's less things she's complaining about, since we have to admit that blog/journals are the little passageway that provides a little comfort to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;In summery, life's been ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes, definately awkwards moments, like lesser talking to some people and more talking to another group of people. Drifting away from some and getting closer to others. But being here for about a year,(2nd Sept 2008,I landed in this city)perhaps, she's gotten used to the often changing politics/grouping of people. Something not that nice to happen, but maybe that's life and this trip here has taught her to see the world and the mankind a little bit more. Well, like I said, every bad things that happens in your life may not be that bad afterall :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And, she's moving out to somewhere and hopefully we can secure the place. Somewhere we can call our own. And there's something about colleagues staying together. 1 year here and its has proven to be not that ideal idea because there's no break between office and home. Guess that's what we all need a home to go back to, to meet another group of people. Ok, not that she's staying out alone but yea..at least more private. Will upload more pictures of the moving house progress...and the cleaning and the moving and the fitting out works. Haha...Will have to move alone since my dearest roommate is going back SIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And yea, every thursday weekend, hopefully it stays the same. Having some nice dinner after work on Thurs evening and a little chilling session...guess makes life pass a little faster and less boring..Being someone who will sit infront of the screen waiting for something to happen...it definately helps alot to bring your mind somewhere else for a little break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And leave's approved for end november till 20th December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So yup...will wait for Nee to transfer some photos for me before images are loaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-383186126468321096?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/383186126468321096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=383186126468321096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/383186126468321096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/383186126468321096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-friday-morning-on-14th-aug.html' title='Another Friday morning on 14th Aug'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-1113952546413729855</id><published>2009-07-17T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:19:48.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Little things here and there make your day a little bad. Its good now. But..well, maybe life is just like that...when something picks up, something goes down. Some little things become such an issue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Some days she wonder if its gonna be lost one day. Some days she wonder if its becoming less exciting. Some days she wonder if she should suppress her thoughts. There's fear. Fear of change. Fear of becoming tired or becoming a very tiresome person. The past sometimes seems to haunt her. The past sometimes remind her of who she might become, or might seem to be to others. Maybe its the combination. Maybe there's no best combination. Maybe there's a factor of sacrifice to make to attain some good from it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Keeping shut the best option? Trying to be understanding is the best option? What's the best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-1113952546413729855?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/1113952546413729855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=1113952546413729855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1113952546413729855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1113952546413729855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-things.html' title='Little things'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-8946248561509622922</id><published>2009-06-01T03:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:18:48.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>out to the sea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Summer's here...and just some little fun out at sea!! Just a little sunshine, a little sea water gets her happy...And yes..being afraid of sharks in M'sia water...and yet when Mel's manage to convince her to dip into the Arabian gulf waters...She just did it without any knowledge of the surrounding...there's sharks..haha..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Well but the water is warm and nice...its addictive and it didn't occur to her that warm water is where shark lives too!!! And the picture is a school of dolphins..nto shark..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342078461292627010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SiLgDpecxEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/B4sQ3WuUFd0/s400/DSCN9224r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342078455784824610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SiLgDU9SXyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/b-wnBt7Z7qI/s400/DSC01370r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342076812585426786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SiLejrkBX2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/fjav6Yjad6w/s400/DSC01327r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342076805550682962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SiLejRWzs1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Ys7GyZM0KwM/s400/DSC01343r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342076802954801266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SiLejHr5sHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TA7jaZ47tuw/s400/DSC01342r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342076800032816802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SiLei8zPvqI/AAAAAAAAAVE/EQ48lJ6pZ9w/s400/DSC01299r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342076795090954594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SiLeiqZA6WI/AAAAAAAAAU8/N0hBStzlofA/s400/DSC01290r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-8946248561509622922?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8946248561509622922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=8946248561509622922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/8946248561509622922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/8946248561509622922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-to-sea.html' title='out to the sea...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SiLgDpecxEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/B4sQ3WuUFd0/s72-c/DSCN9224r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-3935439696990765480</id><published>2009-05-11T04:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T04:44:21.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>1star shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yes, today's been relatively smooth sailing. Have learnt how to control her speech and action in the past 8 months...have to be ultra sensitive and ultra careful what you speak. Every word might get you into trouble, even the smallest, unimaginable issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And very delightful to have received a unexpected morale booster email (this is the plus point why today is less than 1 star shit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Some times you know that some things are not possible because we are standing on a different greenwich meridian line. Yet, she didn't deny the power of imagination. It is good enough to bring you across the continent and accomplish it, in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Goodnight. Off the lights! Huggies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-3935439696990765480?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3935439696990765480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=3935439696990765480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3935439696990765480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3935439696990765480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/05/1star-shit.html' title='1star shit'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-4720318293000606135</id><published>2009-05-10T04:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:03:02.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Things she grew to hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Dubai Lesson: Going from dislike to Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;One thing that pisses her off is when people don't talk with manners, put it in a simple term, being rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Being rude is one thing she wouldn't entertain...So no rude kids, no kids who misbehave...And she've noticed that she limit it to describing kids because most of the time, grown up have some manners. In this case, she's talking about a grown up. OLDER THAN I AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;She hates rude reply especially when she tries to talk nicely to you though she's pissed off already. Enough said. Fucking rude...and it's pushing her limit. Not that she's got alot of patience, but she'll normally give face and she's been controlling her hot tempered way too much...and yet she's on the verge of sounding like something her mum would say:'You better talk with some manners before I slap you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;She hates how she have to see other's mood to work. And bloody hell, this is not a farming industry!She's not a farmer and she doesn't have to rely on a bloody weather forecast to decide what to do with the day. Woman have PMS and are moody but hell no, I'm not talking about a woman here. I've never ever met someone who have 26days/mth PMS. Hello!! I'm a female and I don't think I've ever have such bad PMS as compared to alot of people, let alone you. And if you are really in a terrible mood in 26days out of 30days a month, shouldn't you have already learn some self control? And if you are in bad mood, you don't have to make everyone suffer like you do. (On another note, maybe that is why females are at times stronger than males? Because god decides that we'll get to suffer cramps monthly for 20+ years and yet we'll still need to carry on our daily duties as per normal. And because of that, we need to put up with people who try to make life difficult for you whether or not you are already super irritated by the backache and cramps. And yet at the same time, trying not to loose your temper at those bastards who never stop trying to make things difficult for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Work is work, your mood is none of her business because she's only here for work and how can you ever let your mood decides how people work should turn out to be? (Being a believer in you deserve what you get, being bad deserves no pity from her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When you're in good mood, everything is ok and even if its not ok, you will source the answer out. But when your mood is bad, you done even bother to give an answer or, give a rude/crude fucking attitude/answer. And the point is, you don't have to do anything to offend the person. You can be ultra nice but it seems that the person can decide how to treat you by the mood he wakes up to...She's sick and tired of saying the word unprofessional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Not that she's so perfect, not that she's not rude at times, not that she's sooo professional..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but just that I DON'T FUCKING OWE YOU A LIVING! No one in this world owe you a living. And no one is also responsible for your life (including your mood and tantrum and attitude). So kid, grow up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And she dislike politics and lies (Worse still, stupid lies) White lies is never too much of a harm, that is what she think. However, to lie and think that people are stupid, and lying selfishly to benefit themselves is very disappointing. Very.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;That's it. Enough of complain for the day, complain queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thank you for her Takeshi's movie. Seeing your wit makes me smile like a crazy 6year old girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And thank you to her you-know-who-you-are for being way mature beyond your age. She can't help but always compare how much better you are. Everytime these shits happen, it always make her realise how indifferent you are and remind her of why she've always admire you, your attitude, your spirit, your temper..and the list can go on...and on...even your weakness is better than the other person's best (that's if she can remember your weakness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Goodnight. Today has been a 8star shit. Let tomorrow be just a 1star shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-4720318293000606135?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4720318293000606135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=4720318293000606135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4720318293000606135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4720318293000606135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-she-grew-to-hate.html' title='Things she grew to hate'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-3025080682955769077</id><published>2009-05-09T02:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T03:29:47.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Just a couple of lazy days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And guess pictures will be left to speak of itself for the past 2 months...Summer is hitting the desert yet again...And time seemed to pass faster than expected. Half a year of 2009 is about to be up...and yet there's alot to catch up with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Glad she's finally warming up to Dubai and making a couple of friends here, and meeting a few unexpected people here. Perhaps this is all that will make the Dubai Experience something worth remembering too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333533267974708418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SgSEP7tcXMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ncl6vtjy6JU/s400/IMG_0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333533283734800050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SgSEQ2a8RrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/buCJfLeA7Cw/s400/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333533266921343058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SgSEP3yTSFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/guT1stp4Z0M/s400/IMG_0441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333533275267436098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SgSEQW4KjkI/AAAAAAAAAUE/vDp_rsNhsug/s400/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333533277741341330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SgSEQgF_WpI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_E3XeBkUDqs/s400/IMG_0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marina Barrage Picnic while she was back... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333535812579364962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SgSGkDGeEGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/irp8X7prxa0/s400/DSCN8963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333535809047390562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SgSGj18YaWI/AAAAAAAAAUk/XXGRR7f7cfk/s400/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333535806918673234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SgSGjuA2w1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/dAySn4PXTFw/s400/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is last month's Jumeira Beach outing while the weather is still bearable...it would be long before we'll hit the beach again...40degrees and going up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-3025080682955769077?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3025080682955769077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=3025080682955769077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3025080682955769077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3025080682955769077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-couple-of-lazy-days.html' title='Just a couple of lazy days...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SgSEP7tcXMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ncl6vtjy6JU/s72-c/IMG_0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-6322945347319326506</id><published>2009-04-28T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:44:23.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home April 24th-May 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm home for a week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've got seriously uncomfortable with driving the new car. Wasn't the perfect picture that I pictured I would be like before I drove. Not only was I trying to get used to the new car and driving at incredibly slow speed and following behind lorries and busese on the expressway, I seem to forget the road around small Singapore. I can't remember where the exits are exactly and I panicked even more when I have to park the car. Panicky me is super unglamourous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well...heard that office isn't doing well and basic instinct is actually telling me to start pathing another way for myself in preparation for the worse. Actually I still have a job if we moved back to Singapore, but I guess it's me who thought of moving away and learning something new. Well..I've been way way less commited to work and I think if it really happens, I'll look for a new job which I've been talking about since last June? It's almost a year now.. And a few more months to end of Aug which I've been waiting for. So just let me pass it and save a little more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But looking on the bright side, losing my job might not be that bad. It would just become another plan that we've been talking about since months ago. To take time off and buck up on my portfolio. Now that I might loose my job because of unethical colaborations, well, the more my portfolio should be ready for a new job, and school as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-6322945347319326506?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6322945347319326506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=6322945347319326506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6322945347319326506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6322945347319326506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-april-24th-may-4th.html' title='Home April 24th-May 4th'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-2449080438791749752</id><published>2009-03-16T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:09:38.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Signature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Handwriting VS Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Those who write the first letter of the name followed by the surname and put dot or dots below the signature are very lucky. Such people take birth to reap the fruits of their previous birth. They are religious and soft spoken. They are very simple and sensitive. Hence they are very gullible. This is the only drawback in their personality. People who write their full name as the signature are very special. Drawing a line beneath the full name indicates their spirituality. They are full of zeal and they know how to use it best. They are very self-conscious. Whichever field they choose, they start innovating in that. Such people are far away from selfishness and egoism. They are very close to God.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-2449080438791749752?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2449080438791749752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=2449080438791749752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2449080438791749752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2449080438791749752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/03/signature.html' title='Signature'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-8778105003811950053</id><published>2009-03-15T20:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:05:44.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>I wonder why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Have you ever complained about the situation you are in, yet you know you are in a sitaution better than a few million people out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You complain about the colleagues you met at work, and wanted to quit your job because you couldn't bear the sight of them even for another day.Yet you know how fortunate you are as compared to the thousands out there have no colleagues to even complain about because they don't even have a job to start with to feed their family of few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You question and often doubt yourself, with what you have, who you have. But for many others, they don't even have what you have to begin with. Some said parents aren't earning enough, yet there are a world of them out there whose parent's could not even afford to bring 3 meals onto the dining table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And very often the case that a patient is fighting for his/her live, yet a completely healthy person choose to end their life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Weird isn't it. No matter how poor you are, or how rich you are, how healthy you are, how sick you are, how fortunate you are, how unfortunate you are. We all have our own troubles and own worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-8778105003811950053?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8778105003811950053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=8778105003811950053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/8778105003811950053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/8778105003811950053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wonder-why.html' title='I wonder why.'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-4989759187858194706</id><published>2009-03-14T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:46:06.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Have you ever felt like you have been losing that sense of independence you always had with you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Have you ever dislike that part in you that start relying on others? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Have you been starting to rely on others to make your days slightly better, or make you feel abit better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Not a wise choice to rely on others. No?&lt;br /&gt;Scary to let others determine your happiness. No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;While she always make it a point to be independant and happy, without letting anyone determine the way she feel, some days, she feels scared that she seems to be losing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She should never, ever lose it. Independance is of great strength to her,as well as a protective barrier to her. Where has the inner peace gone to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-4989759187858194706?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4989759187858194706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=4989759187858194706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4989759187858194706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4989759187858194706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/03/independence.html' title='Independence'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-2216461668020602118</id><published>2009-03-11T04:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:56:32.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Mel's stopover in Feb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SbbTw9EgW4I/AAAAAAAAATs/JeDgzn5r5ug/s1600-h/n630583860_1589905_532096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311665648510720898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SbbTw9EgW4I/AAAAAAAAATs/JeDgzn5r5ug/s400/n630583860_1589905_532096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SbbTwhyonNI/AAAAAAAAATk/61wqrjK6MqM/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311665641188007122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SbbTwhyonNI/AAAAAAAAATk/61wqrjK6MqM/s400/IMG_0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SbbTwauYwbI/AAAAAAAAATc/e7YwFyZDmjk/s1600-h/n630583860_1589900_5620024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311665639291142578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SbbTwauYwbI/AAAAAAAAATc/e7YwFyZDmjk/s400/n630583860_1589900_5620024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SbbTv2wh8BI/AAAAAAAAATU/sXfSgkS9gcg/s1600-h/IMG_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311665629636456466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SbbTv2wh8BI/AAAAAAAAATU/sXfSgkS9gcg/s400/IMG_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SbbTv5pEsqI/AAAAAAAAATM/ivFSzAggOYk/s1600-h/IMG_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311665630410486434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SbbTv5pEsqI/AAAAAAAAATM/ivFSzAggOYk/s400/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-2216461668020602118?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2216461668020602118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=2216461668020602118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2216461668020602118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2216461668020602118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/03/mels-stopover-in-feb.html' title='Mel&apos;s stopover in Feb'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SbbTw9EgW4I/AAAAAAAAATs/JeDgzn5r5ug/s72-c/n630583860_1589905_532096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-6537648247255202945</id><published>2009-03-11T02:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:43:50.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>24/04 to 04/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Coincidentally, as she laid her work aside mentally for the day and wanted to fill another entry here informing about life and talking about going home, her manly Ipod sang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Another summer day, has come and gone away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Paris and rome, but I wanna go home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe surrounded by a million people's eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still feel all alone, just wanna go home. Oh I miss you, you know"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes the above is the date she'll be coming home. A short few days. She needs to get all these done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Check and get all certificates and result slips certified in TP if needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Install Norton anti-virus before anything bad happens to the first and new laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Install Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Buy/photocopy reference books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Visit grandpa. Yes, she fought to get her leave approved earlier. Maybe Mak spoke something to Boss and it got into him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Not to mention meeting the angels. Would like to make a trip to Marina Barrage, get some tan and exercise by biking around in Ubin...Catch a movie or two..Have a peaceful night out in Dempsey, or perhaps somewhere of equivelent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Being apart for a period does not kill. Yes, some days you might have forgotten how it feels to have someone dear physically next to you, till a point that it takes a few minutes to get back the same feeling after meeting in real time. Yes, some days you might be even relying on photos to keep them in memory. But somehow, time makes moments feel magical, and maybe less taken granted for. And maybe even makes one a stronger individual, maybe because there is no one to offer you a shoulder to cry on anytime you demand. And some times, you are let with no choice but to put up with whatever life throws at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh yes and on 12th March marks the 2nd year she's working in the company. Tons of ups and down, especially after we relocated to this desert. And surprisingly, she have been complaining and toying with the idea of quitting the job for 10months, and counting. Maybe it is due to the economic recession, and maybe it was the drive to save up for schooling expenses in the future..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Last week had been relatively calm, this week is midway through and she hopes that the week stays relatively calm too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Goodnight world. Goodnight Love. Goodnight Friends.&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;May peace be upon us. Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-6537648247255202945?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6537648247255202945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=6537648247255202945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6537648247255202945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6537648247255202945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/03/2404-to-0405.html' title='24/04 to 04/05'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-4134507560557375918</id><published>2009-03-05T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:29:14.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Leave delayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've been wanting to go home since end Jan when grandpa have stroke. But I was made to stay because projects is running. Now that march has arrived and it means I can go home because leave is unfrozen, I tried to apply for April. But again pushed to May. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Not that I cannot wait to go home, its not just about me. If there was no one else to consider, I would go home in May. But not everything is just about me, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Besides this. Work sucks as ever. Somedays I don't even feel like fighting anymore. I still do angry when people try to be funny and try to make life difficult. Somedays I wished I could just leave. Resignation Letter is in my drawer, typed and waiting for an envelop and handed in in May. Tendering in May and end of the year, in this times...make alot of difference to my savings. But somedays I just feel like going home, but somedays, this thought that after taking in all the anger for so many months, and we've survived it, what more if I just bite on and hold for another month, and another month...and another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just didn't know what I've signed up for somedays. Really. At this moment, I'm actually quite disappointed, which I should be angry but there is no point in getting angry because only I will feel the hurt more than those that hurt. Seriously. Why. If only everyone can be as good as...If only I can stop comparing...Everyone is not perfect, but being not perfect is one thing. Being selfish is another. I am..so...If I can make up my mind..really. I am only working for the money so that I don't have to suffer next time when I go to school, or just to lessen my financial burden for my family..But what is this shit that I have to put up with every single living day?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-4134507560557375918?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4134507560557375918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=4134507560557375918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4134507560557375918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4134507560557375918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/03/leave-delayed.html' title='Leave delayed'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-4659242568218920221</id><published>2009-03-02T13:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:36:53.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Fucked Up day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She wants mummy to get rid of those mean, ugly people. They fucking spoil people day early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;This morning she woke up feeling like she just want to stay muted and quiet. Numb. If only people could make out of the fucking situation. Since when I gotten myself into this asshole piece of shit job? Sorry not my job, but things that make up of having a job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;What has become of this job that used to be once what I loved? What has become of the environment? What has become of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-4659242568218920221?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4659242568218920221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=4659242568218920221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4659242568218920221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4659242568218920221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-fucked-up-day.html' title='Another Fucked Up day'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-7000439216142501532</id><published>2009-03-02T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:04:27.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>That's why I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Some days you just seem to make me feel so much better with so much ease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Today is one day of those days I feel so happy because you're such an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Today is one day of those days that you reminded me why I love you so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Effortlessly, you made it again:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;With Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always get it right. Amazing how you can make things very simple.You made my day after my everyday was spoilt day after day by someday 1 person, someday few people :) Let's keep it happy. Afterall, this is meant for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-7000439216142501532?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7000439216142501532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=7000439216142501532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7000439216142501532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7000439216142501532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/03/thats-why-i-love-you.html' title='That&apos;s why I love you.'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-5504904808655708103</id><published>2009-03-01T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:23:45.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>If only human heart is kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If only. If only human does not excercise the little devil in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I am not born to entertained nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I am not born to be as benovelent as others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I am not born just like others who can swallow their sadness and anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I am not born to love everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I am not born to be bullied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I am cold hearted, but events exploded recently and I realised that no matter how evil hearted I can be, I could only speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Blamed it on my guts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Blamed it on me who cannot do something without my conscience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Blamed it on me because I hate facing people with guilt and awkwardness even when what I spoke was the truth in total anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Some days this anger made me feel so much like crying out and screaming at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But blame it on my ego and belief that tears should never roll infront of your opposition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;As much as I believed that our life cannot always be pushed around by others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Never have I felt so pushed around by others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Never have I controlled so much anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes. I may be not the best kind hearted people. But it seems its been an eye opening few months for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've seen how selfish humans can be. Til they forgot about others, just to acheive what they want. Maybe they have even forgotten that there are humans with feelings surrounding them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've seen how people cared about the small things in life, they forgot to see the big picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've seen how people angered get carried away, that they forgot to see the white and black in life. That they forgot that there are someone kind enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've seen how people are no better than the one that they are against. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;For once, somehow I felt cheated. I felt like I've misjudged everything. Misjudge everything that took time to build, yet moments to destroy. I felt I was not being smart enough. But I was never that smart. Time are to be spent worth while, not analysing all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to a point that crack lines will always crack lines. Some word will never be said anymore. Because you are unworthy of those words.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Love, I'm not sure how you can ever me kind to others, even if others are not kind to you. I'm not sure how is that ever possible. I'm not sure how that can inspire the person to pick up traits of you. I think much less of myself. I don't expect them to be like me. All I expect is to be kind. And I cannot imagine how you can possibly pray that they will become someone better someday. I don't think I can ever be like who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And this is why I love you so. Some things others will never understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;As much as I wished people would be like you. Mak have said,: "If every men is just like the other, that makes all of them redundant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And I would never want them to be like you. You are special, just like that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And I don't give a damn who reads this. Yes, I might just be speaking about you for the whole wide world to see...For I believe, there is nothing to be afraid off if I have spoken the truth and done no wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-5504904808655708103?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5504904808655708103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=5504904808655708103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5504904808655708103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5504904808655708103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-only-human-heart-is-kind.html' title='If only human heart is kind'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-6489742515903347700</id><published>2009-02-20T05:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T05:59:07.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Overdue entry of 11 Feb at Age 22.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;These are taken during her 22nd birthday in Dubai,Winter 2009 in office. Yes this is the nicest part of the CCTV controlled office/designer's factory. Yes so MS, you can see what I became when I was secretly chatting on the phone with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks ladies for the dinner after the powder bath and the very adorable, young at heart video... Very nice atmosphere and my fave thai food. What else can I say. Perfect weather, favourite food, perfect company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, shall not make this yet another boring and whining entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304628170800776818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SZ3TN1ocRnI/AAAAAAAAASs/Kj9dz-qYFos/s400/IMG_2113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304628176515110402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SZ3TOK62FgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/YHxjbB6Phs0/s400/IMG_2116.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;At Souk Al Bahar, and yes..there's a small portion of Burj Towers behind..Its winter still.If not she'll not be even standing out in the open taking photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304628178851015810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SZ3TOTnxLII/AAAAAAAAAS8/JuAmBKFOtMM/s400/IMG_2120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304628181008206642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SZ3TObqFSzI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZgZlYmO7cZM/s400/IMG_2133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And last but not least. Melissa is coming!!My crazy woman..I wish you could pack MS in your luggage too..haha..anyway..Yeah!! We can go yum cha and relax and lead life like a taitai for a day!! Manz..and its gonna be summer soon and the shades will have to be put into her bag everyday. When the sky has no more clouds, the sun's rays comes straight to your eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-6489742515903347700?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6489742515903347700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=6489742515903347700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6489742515903347700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6489742515903347700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/02/overdue-entry-of-11-feb-at-age-22.html' title='Overdue entry of 11 Feb at Age 22.'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SZ3TN1ocRnI/AAAAAAAAASs/Kj9dz-qYFos/s72-c/IMG_2113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-5155713501022675375</id><published>2009-01-10T01:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:27:03.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Safari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thanks Alan for the Company sponsor trip today...Looking forward to another one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Was very much to her liking...since the phobia or thrilling amusement rides slowly catch up with her age..she thinks. Haha..anyway when the land cruiser was driving on the desert sand, it felt like roller coaster minus the speed of it. Gets all the frustration out. And the sand is so so fine..and cool...very nice to sit on,run....blah blah blah...Ok, let the pictures do the talking!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289356713397307170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SWeR6BhfxyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mD5wGh1dfPk/s400/DSCN0287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289356719374079762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SWeR6XyeFxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TwLBkmFOtSE/s400/DSCN0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Going downhill.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289360494920490306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SWeVWIy4XUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/76e_xF_pFC4/s400/DSCN0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289356728535889202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SWeR6560NTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WPH-sdd6sYA/s400/DSCN0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Me, Nee &amp;amp; Lily at our first stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289356737076405618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SWeR7ZvCJXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fsyfcFOMD-E/s400/DSCN0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the second stop above the rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289360502566804002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SWeVWlR52iI/AAAAAAAAAQw/2RimPhMYfVQ/s400/DSCN0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289360506438491266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SWeVWzs_HII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Eeyr4eMlRis/s400/DSCN0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sandboarding follow by dinner and henna in the desert..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289360517396602034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SWeVXchmnLI/AAAAAAAAARI/p8r5u_jiyTA/s400/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289360512124907058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SWeVXI4u7jI/AAAAAAAAARA/M8nRWCUK9aQ/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-5155713501022675375?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5155713501022675375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=5155713501022675375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5155713501022675375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5155713501022675375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/01/desert-safari.html' title='Desert Safari'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SWeR6BhfxyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mD5wGh1dfPk/s72-c/DSCN0287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-231859440173463869</id><published>2009-01-01T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:57:44.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;For the past year, she thanked god's gift. She thanked the magical strength despite the distances. She thanked the love she has gotten. She thanked all her good girlfriends who stood by her. She thanked all the good things that happened. She thanked all the bad things she'd experienced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;For the New year, she wishes of more happiness because of her choice. She wishes her choice are leading her the right way. She wish she makes it to University. She wish good health for all the ones she loves. She wish that god be fair. She wishes those good to deserves what is meant for good people. She wishes all the best for everyone kind hearted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-231859440173463869?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/231859440173463869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=231859440173463869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/231859440173463869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/231859440173463869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-199331156439007384</id><published>2009-01-01T16:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:39:38.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Some overdue photos when she's back for a holiday!!!! Countdown another 7-8 mths..thank god created Febuary with lesser days..And yes...my birthday soo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The next time I'm back, Gina we'll go together to Marina Barrage with Vina ok. Nice place for kids..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286240172656214418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SVx_beiSwZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/HDcEZ7_UnkY/s320/Picture+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286240170322010466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SVx_bV1xoWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Mk8PL5G16Fc/s320/Picture+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286240173585850498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SVx_bh_74II/AAAAAAAAAPY/5kga9dT3iv8/s320/Vacation-2008+Dec+Singapore+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286240184690837698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SVx_cLXkiMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WnyO5idIb8o/s320/Vacation-2008+Dec+Singapore+094.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286241656782507090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SVyAx3VkzFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Ltkr-VUJU8s/s320/Vacation-2008+Dec+Singapore+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-199331156439007384?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/199331156439007384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=199331156439007384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/199331156439007384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/199331156439007384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2009/01/overdue.html' title='Overdue'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SVx_beiSwZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/HDcEZ7_UnkY/s72-c/Picture+171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-90411484664453930</id><published>2008-12-30T16:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:26:26.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sooner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Think she'll be home sooner than expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;First it started with a realisation, followed by a strange and sudden thought that pops out from somewhere in her mind, and she gave that sudden thought a thought. And she was caught very much in a thought process. Days passed. Evaluation of the pros and cons of the decision and the current situation at hand. Withthe everyday thought of it, the more she felt like she should just go for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She knew she did not what to regret not trying hard enough. She remembered what Syafiq once said, "Its better to regret trying, than regret not trying at all." If she wants it bad enough, she know she will give it her very best. This very best needs time, alot. This best needs alot of concentration, therefore peace must be factor into the decision. There will be no time, and no peace if she stays on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Money no longer seems as tempting. Something else is. Something else is definately better than office politics, better than trying to put on a smiling face and trying to manage all the hatred. And she definately have her own choice to make and own rights to transform a unhappy situation into a happier situation. She would rather be home and surviving on $300 a month off her savings, than earning thousands and never felt abit happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;No, she doesn't know if life at home would be any good without money and eating into her savings. She doesn't know even if she could ever find a job in these bad recession time, especially for this industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But she knoes she doesn't like how unmotivated she is. She doesn't like how negativity is eating into the positivity that took her years to build up. She doesn't like how positivity has already been drained out from her. It is almost like everyday is a battle to stay afloat, to stay sane, to control her words and actions from the urge to give some a thrashing and a enjoyable leashing of the tension. No, some people never learn and never will, therefore there's no point in even trying to talk. Therefore if a thrashing were to happen, its basically to let out, not educate. No point trying to bleach a shirt that is already blacken and black. It will never be perfect colour. There will still be gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If giving up the money would get all these above exchanged, perhaps it is not too bad a consideration to make. The worse is when positivity is drained. Confidence, capability, independance, would all follow suit and be drained out. And back to basic is good at times. It makes you think back and realise what you have forgotten what you are actually working for in the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And in the beginning, she just wanted a enough paying job, but she wants to be able to take her job as a hobby. She wants to be motivated and be with positive people. Very simple, but like she always said, "very simple, but not easy to acheive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She wants to be where the angels are too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-90411484664453930?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/90411484664453930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=90411484664453930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/90411484664453930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/90411484664453930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-sooner.html' title='Home sooner'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-2947085754483321712</id><published>2008-12-26T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:35:53.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Christmas Dinner @ The Palace Hotel and Drinks at Pool Lounge at The Address...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fantastic weather with the right temperature in the winter and fog was amazing...And the dinner buffet was good. Snail Salad, grilled prawns, and amazing dessert...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284086516715629442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SVTYsM9EK4I/AAAAAAAAANw/9uRPbl6_txc/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284086518991145650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SVTYsVblyrI/AAAAAAAAAN4/E8amnn1GSRA/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284086525229948162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SVTYssrCXQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/N735gbc7mwM/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284091154090039362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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Yet what the simple intention turns out to make her life very very...unhappy to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-4266556802825895235?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4266556802825895235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=4266556802825895235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4266556802825895235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4266556802825895235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/12/caught-in-between-all-those-messy.html' title='Caught in between all those messy thoughts'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-6701140633323631855</id><published>2008-12-19T01:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:40:00.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Where Angels Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Its good to be where "angels" are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Those were the days where everything felt so right after so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Everywhere felt as familiar. The walk in the drizzle felt so natural, the smell of coffee, getting around in smaller roads amist all the cars in the over populated city, the sound of cards tapping in the buses and train station. All too familiar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Movies was great though she fell asleep on and off..Walking in the night rain feels like second nature...Coffee at Starbucks just felt a world of difference..Japanese food at Paragon was fabulour with your bestie...Driving around with your girlfriend and having her stalling her car was funny...Basically..just being who she was...and who she is still, hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The feeling of being taken for who you are, is perhaps the best thing that can happen to her. Living for who she is, the freedom of speech, the freedom of emotions and expressions are what makes life alot much bearable, alot much happier, alot less tears, alot less frustrated, alot less anger and saddness and lonliness. Yes, she feels lonely too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And being with positive people, or like-minded people, and most of all, these are the people who understands her like all she wanted to expressed are all written on her forehead and conveyed by just a look in the eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She didn't bear to leave for the fear of all those mixed feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes, she feels lonely too. Being alone and being lonely is different. She can be alone and very happy, yet these days it is fairly hard to. Somedays it felt like loneliness is slowly eating her, and often, by the thought of someone who understand, its hard to control the tears that are being contained. She couldn't be much happier anywhere else. And the flight back Dubai wasn't easy. Tears fell as soon as she manage to slip into her seat, and hearing the engine of the plane getting ready to take off, manz..it hasn't been as hard. So much of her felt like staying on, yet she can't. As the plane accelerates and took off and the city lights dimmed into the dark clouds, the tears just kept falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;As much as she wanted to control her emotions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-6701140633323631855?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6701140633323631855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=6701140633323631855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6701140633323631855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6701140633323631855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-angels-are.html' title='Where Angels Are'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-5552873947630823367</id><published>2008-12-01T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:10:40.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>1st December</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Counting down...Scary but very very very excited..8 days time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanna go to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Hort Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Be brought to new places like the Marina..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Re-visit the old Chinatown for food..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-and take a walk down Clarke Quay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-..Sentosa..Henderson Waves in the night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Just anywhere..She'll be even happy taking the train..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-and yes,midnighte movies together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-The usual boring esplanade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-and meet with with p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;eople though though though..I just feel like being glued to..yes have to be fair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Japanese food!!Thai Food!!Ben &amp;amp; Jerry!!Starbucks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Stock up on super duper nice drawing pens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Manz all these feels like she need to run to get all these done.But yes,extremely happy to be back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-5552873947630823367?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5552873947630823367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=5552873947630823367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5552873947630823367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5552873947630823367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/12/1st-december.html' title='1st December'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-6839284372577302410</id><published>2008-11-23T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:36:54.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>17 more days to Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Found that she's been doing alot of counting down this year. And probably more so for the next 1 year. For it is for the better, happier moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Singapore is now like the HOLIDAY DESTINATION. Its always human. The closer you are to somewhere ideal in your dreams, its always not the place that you end up visiting. She's close to Turkey, Greece, Athen..and even long haul flights is now only 6 to 7 hours away..London, Europe..But it seems Singapore is still much better..Maybe it all matters is where people are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Workplace has been a evil place to be. In fact, it feels like Bollywood. She hasn't been watching TV for 3 mths soon, yet there's always drama going on..and some case, stupid idoitic drama that..Well..Tired to say...And thank god there are nice people around. But yes..this place sucks.Have not been anywhere as sucky as this can get. Days can get real bitchy and...yes its very fucked up place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But she's taking Syafiq's advice to create a "own environment". Its comparable to working in your little own air bubble and be somehow cut out from the rest of the  shit that is floating around. Somedays it just make you feel like squeezing and shouting at somebody. Anyway..I will still try to be positive and I'll still be back here...For the sake of herself really. For the better, brighter and  happier future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And for the moment..she is very thankful to all the special ones that makes her inner soul feels so much better. If not some days really feels like shit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-6839284372577302410?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6839284372577302410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=6839284372577302410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6839284372577302410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6839284372577302410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/11/17-more-days-to-singapore.html' title='17 more days to Singapore'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-4485294308702659938</id><published>2008-11-15T20:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:47:17.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Winter is here in Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hey folks. Guess what. Its the starting of winter here in scorching Dubai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been very cooling for the pass few days it the night. But today it feels cool even at 3pm when she went down lunch with Immanuel. And we were happily sitting outside the Indian shop at the mosque opposite office when she witness the sand stirred up infront of the sandy carpark, and she was so amazed and thought what happened..so as she looks down the pack of Sheik Zeyed Road..wohooo...the sand was stirred up from everywhere and to describe how it look likes in a tropical context-heavy rain. Yes I'm sounding like a mountain mushroom but its amazing works of nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269157664248181426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SR_O-nsKMrI/AAAAAAAAANI/62eBUNvz33Q/s320/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269157654496843794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SR_O-DXQmBI/AAAAAAAAANA/hjBsrUAv1Hk/s320/IMAG0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269157663803537522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SR_O-mCJeHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6NF9aANKXr8/s320/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269157674772890706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SR_O_O5chFI/AAAAAAAAANg/BFoVkDiKK00/s320/Image073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269157669061513906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SR_O-5nv0rI/AAAAAAAAANY/VJQUfjPtRqE/s320/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-4485294308702659938?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4485294308702659938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=4485294308702659938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4485294308702659938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4485294308702659938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter-is-here-in-dubai.html' title='Winter is here in Dubai'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SR_O-nsKMrI/AAAAAAAAANI/62eBUNvz33Q/s72-c/Image069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-7917135005426993436</id><published>2008-11-12T01:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:28:25.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 November 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SRm9--3kawI/AAAAAAAAAM4/U_qbPNGdqIA/s1600-h/playing_by_dewArts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267450128912116482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SRm9--3kawI/AAAAAAAAAM4/U_qbPNGdqIA/s400/playing_by_dewArts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somedays it makes you wonder..if having everything you wishes for..or more than what you have expected to be at this stage of life..actually makes you happier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Would it have been better if I wasn't here..Would it been a better choice back at home? Closer to people who makes you life all that better, all that easier..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But if I'm home, will I get the chance to do all these things that I'm doing now? But then again, for all the anger and the frustration...is it worth it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the future, as far as she think, maybe its worth it..and she just have to try to hold on..and bear with all those..ups and down..Hate to say that, but probably be driven by the extensive amount that can be saved up for "future building"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-7917135005426993436?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7917135005426993436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=7917135005426993436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7917135005426993436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7917135005426993436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/11/11-november-2008.html' title='11 November 2008'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SRm9--3kawI/AAAAAAAAAM4/U_qbPNGdqIA/s72-c/playing_by_dewArts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-8508385690643594657</id><published>2008-11-07T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:56:01.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>7 November</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hmm..Its just one of those days she just feel so so bored and alittle sad..and just wanna talk...she just unreasonably wants everything she wants...and feels the insecurity..hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-8508385690643594657?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8508385690643594657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=8508385690643594657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/8508385690643594657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/8508385690643594657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-november.html' title='7 November'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-4828461496693829047</id><published>2008-10-20T04:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T04:15:14.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Another Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;This is another Sunday night spend rushing for presentation on the next day. Lost count of presentation we've been doing so far. Well nowadays it is once or twice a week of mad rush and then it get a little less rushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh well..finally after about 6 weeks, she's finally gotten a place call home! Defination of a home now is a place she can start unpacking and stop living out from her suitcase. Well..she's still staying at the used-to-be temporary apartment. Fond memories there..though it has been few weeks already that we hasn't met, it still feels like you were around. Objects reminds people of the past. But besides that, she's too lazy to think of moving, cleaning and all those dust fighting..and moving things in the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And well, yesterday the 4 of us, Immanuel, Derrick, Nee and I went to Ikea to finally pick up things with peace of mind and not just thinking about the basic survival, but also some items to spice up or help make home a better place. Humble, simple and liveable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-4828461496693829047?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4828461496693829047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=4828461496693829047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4828461496693829047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4828461496693829047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-sunday.html' title='Another Sunday'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-2086916230417818406</id><published>2008-10-08T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:39:38.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Buddha Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dinner sponsered by company to take a look at the interior which is the "IN" place to hangout in Dubai. Food are expensive. Taking an exchange rate of 2.6, calculate this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tom Yam Soup-40DHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Steamed Rice-20DHS(which we can almost get a week supply of 5kg rice in the market)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Manchurian Prawn-Can't remember, about 140DHS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lemon sorbet 1 scoop-18DHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Excellent ambience which reminds her of the Shintori in Shanghai. Food is nice, especially her long missed Tomyam soup...yes definately it have to be nice based on the fact that it is about 18SDG for that bowl.. Lucky company paid for that. Alrite..photos shall speak alittle of what's in there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Might be coming back in December if my leave is approve..I'll find time for everyone!! Till then, take care!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254710879304499810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SOx7tD5TQmI/AAAAAAAAALw/1dbN3s6qARA/s400/DSCN9969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254710885433938274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SOx7taurEWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Uj-hsYds3tc/s400/DSCN9968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254714697039043570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SOx_LSEJW_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/0nAz3-HhDzg/s400/DSCN9975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;TOMYAM SOUP &amp;amp; I MISS SEAFOOD !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254710887247043634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SOx7the83DI/AAAAAAAAAMI/RwM-ivvxyps/s400/DSCN9979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254710894931394082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SOx7t-HCviI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UZHgQpUhkUo/s400/DSCN9981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254714701185165730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SOx_LhgqKaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0dZKNWC5ThI/s400/DSCN9972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254714708565735410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SOx_L9AUt_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/AGI4Ozl897U/s400/DSCN9999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254714713233717266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SOx_MOZQeBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oVBI-YOhYTA/s400/DSCN9994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-2086916230417818406?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2086916230417818406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=2086916230417818406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2086916230417818406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2086916230417818406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/10/buddha-bar.html' title='Buddha Bar'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SOx7tD5TQmI/AAAAAAAAALw/1dbN3s6qARA/s72-c/DSCN9969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-4309074891568036150</id><published>2008-10-07T13:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:14:28.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>A long way more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Office related stuff are not at the best here. She've not moved to a fixed lodging yet, though already comfortably staying in the temporary one. Things that she hate is happening. She doesn't believe that she is actually looking for motivation, advice and confiding in someone she wished so much that she was working for. Some things now does not make sense. Good projects, good housemates, known some people from the partnering company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;However, what that was supposed to be good, ie office management blah blah..argh. Money spent unwisely, words that are twisted..all those trust that people need isn't there. Let's not spoil the morning today by reminding how sucky it can get to. Not sure how long more she's gonna stay. Wait till bonus? And that will be about another 14-15 mths..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, some of the nice moments amidst all the..hmm.. Nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some photos taken at the beach in Jumeira..Pictures are only happy photos of the housemates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254289924211173170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SOr82P-FZzI/AAAAAAAAALo/ErDIjTGe5yw/s320/DSCF7091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254289915832016466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SOr81wwVnlI/AAAAAAAAALg/7UDKzjP6Nqk/s320/DSCF7088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254289912989037954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SOr81mKhNYI/AAAAAAAAALY/PNVDXUOCjzg/s320/DSCF7068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-4309074891568036150?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4309074891568036150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=4309074891568036150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4309074891568036150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4309074891568036150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-way-more.html' title='A long way more'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SOr82P-FZzI/AAAAAAAAALo/ErDIjTGe5yw/s72-c/DSCF7091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-6238770210916064832</id><published>2008-09-29T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T02:40:56.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Hey there Delilah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Never did she realise the lyrics to this song in the past. But she came upon it while working and surfing for music on youtube when it started playing "Hey there Delilah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And suddenly it struck her when Plain White T's sang till the second sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But girl, tonight you look so pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Times Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Listen to my voice, it's my disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;What you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But just believe me, girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;We'll have it good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;My word is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd write it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;We'd have it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And you're to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with schoolA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;nd I'll be making history like I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;You'll know it's all because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;This one's for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What you do to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Now you get what I meant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Now it all make sense and she remembered the time when it was sang and played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-6238770210916064832?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6238770210916064832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=6238770210916064832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6238770210916064832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6238770210916064832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-there-delilah.html' title='Hey there Delilah'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-5564220494651423632</id><published>2008-09-26T03:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T02:51:42.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Just those emo thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just a thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;These feelings have long been inactive that she thought she will never feel the same again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She thought she might have even forgotten how it all felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She thought contentment was supposed to come in other form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Talking about being contented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Contented was supposed to be contented and be happy with what you have even though it is not perfect. Nothing's perfect. So accept the weakness, together with everything that came with it. That what what she thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;However, somehow she might have interpreted it wrongly all these while. What she was doing might just be a forced contentment. Either that, or she is blessed with so much she can ever asked for, that she really have no other request. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Talking about those forgotten feelings and feelings she never felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Feelings that somehow or another makes you wanna tear and tears dropping seems easier than ever before. Like that defensive wall built around her all these while is gradually opening up bit by bit, putting up the defence, at the same time, joining forces to be even stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Expressions that she joked always and thought it never happened in real life. She makes fun of her mother crying because some serial drama have such a touching ending. Yes, she laughed at her and thought she was out of her mind, engrossed in a life of a fairytale. Yet, crying because she is so happy that she forgets how to express it and tears just burst out like the water that was built up in the dam, holding so strong at every difficult moment, is actually possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And these are actually positive energy, not necessary negative. These feelings evoke humanly touch. Remember those days where she did not feel alive at all and that this world is so filled with reality that hurts. Those were the hard times. Feeling of emptiness isn't the best feeling in the world. And well, maybe it was those times, that taught you how happiness feels like. Maybe it was those times, that taught you to be stronger than you thought you could. Those days makes you appreciate what bliss feels like and how hard it is to come by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;There's always two sides to a coin. With every bad thing that happens, think about it. You cry, you yell, you curse. Yes. Down the road, it might not be that bad afterall. And you will start thanking the awful, painful past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-5564220494651423632?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5564220494651423632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=5564220494651423632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5564220494651423632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5564220494651423632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-those-emo-thoughts.html' title='Just those emo thoughts'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-7557771311811493816</id><published>2008-09-21T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:22:58.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Iftar Dinner 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Alright we got drag to the dinner by my boss and he cleverly left for Singapore. Was thinking to drop the idea of going there as me and nee worked til the morning on the same evening that we are suppose to go for the dinner. But luckily we went and there's green packet with quite a good amount of cash in there. The portion is enough for 1 week of household food consumption. Ha..alright so here's some photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248417427749262018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SNYf19320sI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gaPFh4ZuJoI/s320/IMG_0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248417420862362130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SNYf1kN5EhI/AAAAAAAAALI/DR4UOnlMMgU/s320/IMG_0249-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248417422535240098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SNYf1qcvKaI/AAAAAAAAALA/YsuO_1RFaXw/s320/IMG_0247-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248417418345360450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SNYf1a1yrEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aKkd-SSBcqo/s320/DSCN9913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-7557771311811493816?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7557771311811493816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=7557771311811493816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7557771311811493816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7557771311811493816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/iftar-dinner-2008.html' title='Iftar Dinner 2008'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SNYf19320sI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gaPFh4ZuJoI/s72-c/IMG_0253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-9151485113585105696</id><published>2008-09-13T14:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:00:59.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Saturday here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Working on Saturday. As Friday is the "weekend" here. Still have not gotten used to having Friday as the "weekend". It kinda make me feel so disorientated. Especially when you need to connect yourself back to Singapore. Trying to count the hours in Singapore is bad enough, though I'm getting better at it. And it wasn't as bad as I thought. And not trying to oriented yourself with Singapore in the sense of working days...hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Was doing nothing yesterday on Friday. Was lying in bed and as what Kenneth says, "sardine in the sun", and chatting. Well been a long time since I completely did nothing. No internet. If you have not realise how internet keep us entertained..wohoo. We a TV which was as good as not having because there's only 3 arabic channel and we can't be bothered to set it up as we'll be moving soon. And I brought my ipod charger but no ipod. If I can be alittle more careful. How stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So besides shopping til 1am in Mall of Emirates(MOE) which we have been doing for the past 2 "weekends"-Thursday Night..and yes, over here, shopping centre opens til late 12am or 1 am every weekend. Manz, Singapore should make life easier for us.Trying to remember when cab surcharge is hard enough and the different rate of ERP at different time of the day. You still have to try to remember when and which malls open late on which night. Anyway..Drivers will love it here. Once you pass through 1 "ERP" here, which they call it SALIK, those that you pass down the same road, you don't have to pay anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Next post I shall comment on Camel racing here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Updating some pics up!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lily,Lesha,Jane,Xueni,Ivan,Kenneth,Derrick,Syafiq,Aileen,Alan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245393156994360338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMthSPXp5BI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cbJ-BdvKdrI/s400/SSL20067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245394845601944146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMti0h7E0lI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qY7Djr71X18/s320/SSL20050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245394853431519794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMti0_FyqjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bYksVq1HFBo/s320/SSL20136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245394847044590786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMti0nTB3MI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-251uOGY2ZM/s320/SSL20014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245394853716159346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMti1AJp63I/AAAAAAAAAKw/NevK8LuK90g/s320/SSL20142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-9151485113585105696?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/9151485113585105696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=9151485113585105696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/9151485113585105696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/9151485113585105696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-here.html' title='Saturday here.'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMthSPXp5BI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cbJ-BdvKdrI/s72-c/SSL20067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-1477419414510579342</id><published>2008-09-11T02:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T02:51:26.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>More from London Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMgXBZ9ancI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PcFNOrgutA4/s1600-h/IMG_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244467078988733890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMgXBZ9ancI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PcFNOrgutA4/s400/IMG_2022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMgWdK41DpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/srY3unP3-bc/s1600-h/IMG_1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244466456467672722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMgWdK41DpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/srY3unP3-bc/s400/IMG_1958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMgWdTnYZjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_aZ_LAPSxiA/s1600-h/IMG_2045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244466458810410546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMgWdTnYZjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_aZ_LAPSxiA/s400/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMgWd0eqx4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/6e4EhnEFQ7Q/s1600-h/IMG_2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244466467632236418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMgWd0eqx4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/6e4EhnEFQ7Q/s400/IMG_2026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-1477419414510579342?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/1477419414510579342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=1477419414510579342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1477419414510579342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1477419414510579342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-from-london-trip.html' title='More from London Trip'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMgXBZ9ancI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PcFNOrgutA4/s72-c/IMG_2022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-5960226358467075588</id><published>2008-09-10T22:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:26:59.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Dubai 1st Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMfhecmJOcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5-_Pqx-hEWY/s1600-h/DSCN9868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244408204284737986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMfhecmJOcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5-_Pqx-hEWY/s320/DSCN9868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMfheoC1iBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/bjZKcyiMIfk/s1600-h/DSCN9876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244408207357872146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMfheoC1iBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/bjZKcyiMIfk/s320/DSCN9876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well in the office now doing work and blogging as she do not have internet in our temporary apartment. And Syafiq went back home yesterday. And there's supposingly they said Earthquake. She didn't felt it. Maybe we were all rushing for a meeting at 3pm but perhaps due to her cursing and swearing..the earthquake happened at 3pm. Ha so we were like running down 10 storey laughing. Not sure why but Nee and Derrick did not hear correctly or thought I was joking when Jane told us to pack up because there's an earthquake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ha anyway posting some new photos here. To let you guys know I'm alive and there nothing that happened. And weird enough, it seems like only people from our building ran out of the building. None ran out from the other buildings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Pray hard dude its not some..you know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And thanks S for that little gift. Know this girl here doesn't really have anything much to display on her bed. Very heartless girl. That gift from a creative fellow is indeed different. Only we knew what it meant. No pictures, no fancy decoration. Just a shared language. Never received something that actually have made her tear. But well. Be happy we've got tons of time together&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(with understanding people around too).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yeah and she's doing fine. Xueni's my room mate. Kenneth and Derrick are the guys in the house. Well we cook lunch and amazing Aileen actually accidentally created a nice dish. Ha so proud of herself. And S was still smiling when I cooked a meal. Ha. Alrite world. Back to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-5960226358467075588?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5960226358467075588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=5960226358467075588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5960226358467075588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5960226358467075588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/dubai-1st-week.html' title='Dubai 1st Week'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SMfhecmJOcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5-_Pqx-hEWY/s72-c/DSCN9868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-8142900057977111153</id><published>2008-08-31T12:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:12:43.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Gonna let pictures do the talking. Very nice trip to remember. Nothing that fantastically fun, but it just felt different. Worth the money though we really tried saving alot. But guess its just about being with the right person that makes everywhere seems perfect, every up and down eventually not that bad afterall :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240551247032530994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SLotl_KauDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lvE034FltNI/s400/DAY+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240540289659816578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SLojoLxLyoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cJKui03G3ak/s400/DAY+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240630273604829826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SLp1d8FfwoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qr6TpaQ_h2c/s400/IMG_1881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240541226044551826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SLokesEs8pI/AAAAAAAAAHU/As3ekHHkwlQ/s400/DAY+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240549864676063154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SLosVhe897I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ml83QQtu1ag/s400/DAY+3A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240608678454034978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SLph074VAiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jr9QRvwjFFs/s400/IMG_0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will upload more when there's more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-8142900057977111153?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8142900057977111153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=8142900057977111153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/8142900057977111153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/8142900057977111153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SLotl_KauDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lvE034FltNI/s72-c/DAY+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-5044572249410958174</id><published>2008-08-04T02:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T03:15:30.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SJYCm8HCh2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/MLx8nVFItOQ/s1600-h/dubai.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230370885231347554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SJYCm8HCh2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/MLx8nVFItOQ/s320/dubai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Heading for Dubai tommorow for a recce trip and will be back on Friday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Everything happen so fast today and she's only informed 24hr before she is due to fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The collaboration with another design firm is on so..yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;On one hand she is considering her job prospect, while on another she wanna give it another try. Dubai sounds good opportunity to come, especially she is still considerably young. School will come. One day. And when that day come, she really hope her time spent in Dubai working, is worthy enough to be in the portfolio, featuring design intention and concepts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She is trying hard to digest the work aspect of things, while trying to balance out her feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She hopes her colleagues will follow too. They are all young and she hope they give Dubai a chance, and give themselves a chance to see this part of the world where 25% of cranes are in right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She, on another hand is very thankful and touched to all those close one who supported her and tell her to go for it unselfishly, and family being happy for her. She's starting to miss her friends and wonder how is life when each of them are so far away. Well being away for 3-4 months might not be a long time, given that Shanghai was crazily fun. Anyway she will be station back in Singapore once in awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She, on another hand hope life will be better in Dubai. Not material wise, not lesser workload. But being well and motivated mentally, doing what she think design should always be. That will be the biggest hope that she wish it can be fulfil. So that she can be truly happy and time will unknowingly pass faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She is happy someone is saying things she ever wished someone said to her sincerely. Never know how it could happen but it does happen. Learning how to deal with ego issues, and yet every word encourages her. Awww..Today make her realise that what deem perhaps not so much to her, might have actually unknowingly mean alot to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-5044572249410958174?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5044572249410958174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=5044572249410958174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5044572249410958174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5044572249410958174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/dubai.html' title='Dubai'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SJYCm8HCh2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/MLx8nVFItOQ/s72-c/dubai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-5963218282137909471</id><published>2008-07-31T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:49:53.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;17days and counting down.. every midnight at 12am she is a happy girl. Its one day down to freedom. hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-5963218282137909471?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5963218282137909471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=5963218282137909471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5963218282137909471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5963218282137909471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/counting.html' title='Counting'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-9117795504651163820</id><published>2008-07-29T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:27:51.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>She wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She hasn't been out of the complaining mood for a long time. She isn't sure why she doesn't seem to be as enthusiastic about her work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Reason being that she's been working too long? Taking too long for a break? Or just can't wait to get away on a little holiday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Somedays it seems she feels like wanting a change of job. Somedays she wished that she doesn't have to face the fact and accept the fact sadly that she needs to work on both weekend. She does hate it sometimes. She just accepted the fact, knowing she doesn't have a choice. On the other hand, she might have the choice, just by working extra faster on weekdays. Yet she can't bring herself to do so, and she dreads it somedays. Argh. Somebody tell her why all these is messing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Simple things she wish for, she feels so sad to think that they all can't be done. Going out a whole day in Orchard, catching movie and just walking around without rushing is so hard some days. Just so hard, yet what she wants is simple. Very simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-9117795504651163820?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/9117795504651163820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=9117795504651163820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/9117795504651163820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/9117795504651163820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/she-wonder.html' title='She wonder'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-1865933163694263200</id><published>2008-07-28T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:55:37.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>7 Secrets to Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So if such abundance doesn’t make us happy, then what does flip our bliss switch? Is it adopting the lifestyle before we had so many life options? Not entirely. Our parents grew up with fewer choices to make, but assuming their life goals isn’t the answer, because the world isn’t the same place today. The key is actually a mix of things, some timeless and some that relate to this generation. Here, the essential elements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;1. You Need a Solid Core Group of Friends&lt;br /&gt;Look at Carrie from Sex and the City. Through everything from Post-it Note breakups to snapped stilettos, she is generally one happy camper. Why? She has her posse. “Friendship is one of life’s main joys,” says David Niven, PhD, author of The 100 Simple Secrets of Happy People. “Spending time with people who really know you affords you the freedom to be yourself, which increases contentment.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;2. You Gotta Have Adventures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Now, we’re not suggesting that you totally hurl caution to the wind, but don’t get hung up on always staying on the straight and narrow. “People assume that doing the right thing leads to happiness, but actually taking risks does,” says Seaward. For you, that might entail going off on a three-day weekend with a new guy or just wearing that extraslinky minidress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;3. It’s Time to Toss Excess Stuff&lt;br /&gt;If you can barely scrape together enough change to spring for that $4 latte, you’ll love this: Money (and all the crap that you can buy with it) won’t bring you happiness. In fact, when wealthy Americans were surveyed, they reported being only marginally happier than the general public. “When you have limitless funds, you tend to be hellbent on accumulating more,” says New York clinical psychiatrist Janet Taylor. “In the process, you lose the ability to appreciate what you do own and have difficulty feeling fulfilled.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;4. A Balance of Busy and Dead Time Is Key&lt;br /&gt;Always zipping around in spaz mode without a second to spare for even a pee break is bound to take a toll on your mood. But so is idling the day away on the couch. “Overextending yourself induces stress, yet it also makes you feel productive, like you’re contributing something, which is very important to happiness,” says Niven. “Similarly, inactivity breeds boredom, which inspires feelings of uselessness and discontent, but lulls are vital.” Essentially, all go-go-go will wipe you out, as will a solid diet of nada, but a mix of both? Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so how do you strike the perfect balance? Fill your days with stuff you love (your Tuesday-night step class) and stuff you have to do (balancing your checkbook). Just keep in mind that at the end of the day, you want to feel like “you’ve accomplished something but that you’ve also relaxed,” says Niven. Of course, the toughest part for most of us is learning to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;5. It’s Crucial to Give in to Temptation&lt;br /&gt;You log overtime at work, hit the gym religiously, stick to a low-fat, no-fun diet, and even remember birthdays. Or maybe you aren’t quite so type A. But you still get to work on time, kiss your boss’s ass when you’d rather kick it, and play nice to your folks. Face it, making it in this world takes some serious discipline, regardless of your personality profile. “The pressure to keep up is so exhausting that it would seem like the payoff for showing such restraint would be great,” says Seaward. “But if you don’t stop to savor something pleasurable, you’re going to wind up miserable.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;6. Liking Yourself Is Nonnegotiable&lt;br /&gt;Since you’re human, you have no doubt had one of those “Omigod! I can’t believe I said that” moments, followed by a “Stupid, stupid, stupid” fist to the forehead. Like, say, the time you introduced your guy to Bob the CEO at the office barbecue, only Bob’s name is actually Bill. Then you spent the rest of the night harping on what an idiot you are. “We tend to beat ourselves up, but it’s necessary to let ourselves off the hook,” says Ed Diener, PhD, professor of psychology and leading happiness researcher at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. “Inevitably, you’re going to make mistakes, and yet you still have to like yourself.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;7. You Must Stop Mentally Browsing&lt;br /&gt;We know you’ve been here: You’re sitting at a restaurant, menu in hand, when the deliberation begins: Chicken or fish? Chicken or fish? After angsting for 20 minutes, you go with the fish... and then sit there until the meal comes, wondering if you should’ve gone with the chicken. Okay, maybe this is a very mild version, but in life, we do this on a larger scale all the time. “We convince ourselves that there must be something better out there, but ‘mental browsing’ is a recipe for dissatisfaction,” says Schwartz. “You’re wasting time and energy on doubting a good move just because there was another option, or 10, that you didn’t choose. You’ll never be happy if you live like this.”&lt;br /&gt;The solution? Whenever a decision is in doubt — like whether your current guy is The One — pick two characteristics that are important to you (in this case, maybe it’s a sense of humor and a close-knit family). Once your criteria are established, ask yourself if they’re being met. If so, forget other options and move on. You’ll know if another option is better for you because it’ll nag at you. So relax, you’ve made the right choice...or at least one that’s going to make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-1865933163694263200?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/1865933163694263200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=1865933163694263200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1865933163694263200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1865933163694263200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/7-secrets-to-happiness.html' title='7 Secrets to Happiness'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-2386251642080542257</id><published>2008-07-28T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:00:48.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Complain and complain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Meanwhile while she can't stop complaining how spaces doesnt have to be filled up and spaces should at times be left empty because space allows for some breather, she can't wait.. simply can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So as she complains of late nights, of leg aching, of being frustrated with conceptlesss work and where to move on from conceptless work and the once awhile, "If Mak is..." Ya maybe if Mak is still here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Somedays she feel that she should stop complaining and do something about it. So 1-either change the situation, or 2-change the way people should think. Some days actually she feels like going elsewhere as in a change of environment. However given what seems promising ahead for her but at the same time she's worried that with those rich Arabs, she might just be doing again - conceptless work. Maybe there's nothing wrong with borrowing idea iterally, but there should be some explanation to why the idea was borrowed. Nice alone, is not sufficient as an excuse or explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Argh. If only...If only..she doesn't know what to do. Maybe its a lesson afterall. If there's something worth learning from this, it is to be powered by concepts, or at least some design intension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then again, give her the time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-2386251642080542257?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2386251642080542257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=2386251642080542257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2386251642080542257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2386251642080542257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/complain-and-complain.html' title='Complain and complain'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-415772730328087618</id><published>2008-07-21T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:32:39.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Forgive her little excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Forgive her little excitement. Her little countdown. She just can't seem to wait. It's like a little dream coming true. It feels like WAHOOOO. Unable to describe. Feels like its those days she can't stop smiling literally when that day comes. Opps better not say anything too soon. ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;After the long long wait.. She knows she's gonna be broke. But somehow she just got to hope that some experiences are what money can't buy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just wait..very soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-415772730328087618?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/415772730328087618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=415772730328087618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/415772730328087618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/415772730328087618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/forgive-her-little-excitement.html' title='Forgive her little excitement'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-7409736333209000875</id><published>2008-07-15T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:45:54.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny sometimes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Its fuuny when all the things she used to do for someone else and gone unfulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Remember the times she used to think alot for someone elses but it seems like it doesn't matter what she does. When she does it without wanting anything in return. She knows it might not even matter to someone else but she still does it when everyone is against it. Remember the times when she wished someone else understands why she loose her temper. And that she is trying very hard to control her behaviour because she is taught to control it and think of it in another light and maybe everything hard is not that bad too. And all those things she have not regretted doing for someone else though it may seem silly and unappreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Karma might actually exist. What goes round might come around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And finally it seems her little holiday to escape the everyday work and responsibilities,literally, might be working out. And might be a alittle more than the distance of Bangkok. She hopes it comes true. She fear that little devil in her waking up and telling her that she no longer enjoy her work and that little angel telling her that she is tired of everyday work. Till past midnite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-7409736333209000875?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7409736333209000875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=7409736333209000875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7409736333209000875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7409736333209000875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-sometimes.html' title='Funny sometimes..'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-2852710698429873521</id><published>2008-07-02T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:35:53.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Greetings from Dong Guan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;First it started of with her waking up at 6.35am and realising she should be at the airport by then. Frantically she rushed to the bathroom and thank god she kinda have packed everything the night before her flight. And that was the fastest shower she took and ccalled for the cab to fly her to T3. Lucky Syafiq's educational trip To T3 have taught her how the hell T3 looks like if not she would have been so farking confused. So thanks for the educational trip and thank herself for thinking that trip to T3 might be a new experience to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And this Dong Guan is boring. There is no shopping centre and nowhere she could spend her money on except the daily Starbucks(which is paid by boss and client)..And she is thinking to get Anna Sui Perfume on the way back home since the Krisworld magazine tempted her while she was on flight the other day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ok shall get going to bath and...hopefully soak up in the bathtub though the rainshower in the bathroom fascinates her. And the big big bed is such a nice bed. Yes. Kick and Roll and take the blanket and take the pillow as much as she likes. Freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-2852710698429873521?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2852710698429873521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=2852710698429873521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2852710698429873521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2852710698429873521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/greetings-from-dong-guan.html' title='Greetings from Dong Guan'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-1169757301457798289</id><published>2008-06-24T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:51:47.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Fucked up days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;1. Double triple check drawings - Building Line can screw you up  big time when you found out that all along you've been working on a bigger plan until the day just before tender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Some things are what money cannot buy - Give me some variety. Right now I need to wait til everything fall into place but I don't wish to be doing uninteresting "in-house design" for banks. My brain need some variety of food - creativity juices are waiting eargerly to be tapped on. Give me what I like to do or what I am suppose to be for. Rendering, Sketches..Basically use my fingers and pencil and just get into that brainstorming mood.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But meantime. She kinda found comfort knowing that someone understands how she feels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-1169757301457798289?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/1169757301457798289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=1169757301457798289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1169757301457798289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1169757301457798289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/fucked-up-days.html' title='Fucked up days'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-1770599859364662677</id><published>2008-06-16T18:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:14:53.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A'Beckett Tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;"A’Beckett TowerThe A’Beckett Tower proposal will provide high quality residential apartment accommodation situated within the academic precinct of Melbourne CBD. The apartments will address the needs of professionals/academics with a desire to live and work in the city; while complimenting the level of eccentric design in this area of the city. The autumnal screen façade addressing A’Beckett street acts primarily as a shading and privacy device to the apartments; however it also maintains a level of articulation which the precinct demands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;- Elenburg Fraser Architects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.e-f.com.au/projects_default.asp?projectId=72"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;http://www.e-f.com.au/projects_default.asp?projectId=72&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212432501239102994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SFZHvkQOvhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/APFcEbCWBSM/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dad bought an apartment in Melbourne, apparently for investments later on, and hopefully her daughter gets a place for school there so that she can get a chance to stay in a almost studio like apartment. And thankfully, they've gotten the unit with window in both rooms, as there are some units without window in the second bedroom. Living without window is depressing cause there's no separation or the slightest indication of day and night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And upon looking at those pictures of the apartment facade, it suddenly struck her mind - Folding Architecture, and that little folding thing Syafiq did. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212433639158622210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SFZIxzVYqAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltz3wrpm0Co/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-1770599859364662677?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/1770599859364662677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=1770599859364662677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1770599859364662677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1770599859364662677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/abeckett-tower.html' title='A&apos;Beckett Tower'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SFZHvkQOvhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/APFcEbCWBSM/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-1191073316775956296</id><published>2008-06-14T15:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T15:45:08.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Nothing Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Went swimming today. Oh my. She can't even remember the last time she went. Crowded like a thousand fish swimming and you know how irritating it is to keep swimming sideway to divert your direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just some pictures on ChunYee's last day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211634212926299586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SFNxtEi-ncI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4HvLP8dDiT0/s200/DSC_0019r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211634200485958066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SFNxsWM-EbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iF6ka4sFZFE/s200/DSC_0013r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211634179080330226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1191073316775956296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1191073316775956296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SFNxtEi-ncI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4HvLP8dDiT0/s72-c/DSC_0019r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-7549893396039675159</id><published>2008-06-08T06:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T06:07:38.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Mraz- Life is Wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Was reading through her old  blog and found this song's lyric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a crane to build a crane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It takes two floors to make a storey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It takes an egg to make a henIt takes a hen to make an egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;There is no end to what I'm saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It takes a thought to make a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And it takes some words to make an action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And it takes some work to make it work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It takes some good to make it hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It takes some bad for satisfaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah la la la laIt takes a night to make it dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And it takes a day to make you yawn brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And it takes some old to make you young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It takes some cold to know the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It takes the one to have the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And it takes no time to fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But it takes you years to know what love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And it takes some fears to make you trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It takes those tears to make it rust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It takes the dust to have it polished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah la la la laIt is so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It takes some silence to make sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And it takes a loss before you found it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And it takes a road to go nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It takes a toll to make you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It takes a hole to make a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah la la la la la life is meaningful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah la la la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-7549893396039675159?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7549893396039675159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=7549893396039675159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7549893396039675159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7549893396039675159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/jason-mraz-life-is-wonderful.html' title='Jason Mraz- Life is Wonderful'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-4868151777705363306</id><published>2008-06-08T05:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T05:27:54.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened in Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just got home from a midnight movie. What happened in Vegas was hilarious and awesome. Love how spontaneous Cameron Diaz and Aston was. Aileen loves movies that are spontaneous, no pretence, no fuss, no big weepy moments movies. Movies that makes you realise something gradually are awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nice movies coming up. Can't remember the title of one of them..and another is a Sci-fi movie, something like I am Legend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well tomorrow's gonna head to the airport for lunch since it might rain tomorrow and Sentosa idea might just fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Weekend like this has been non-existance for a long long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Goodnight Folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-4868151777705363306?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4868151777705363306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=4868151777705363306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4868151777705363306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/4868151777705363306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-happened-in-vegas.html' title='What happened in Vegas'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-5421606724992945985</id><published>2008-06-05T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:14:18.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Design Torque- Keith Speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Topic 1: The Limit of Possibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Speaker: Keith Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;About: Promoting Nexus Creative Group and understanding the services his 3 men company provides. He said 3 men as in "Me,myself and I.-3 person" Same time, about the limit of possibilities in Design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Keywords: I understood finally what he meant by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;1. You can challenge convention, but not defy logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;2. Creativity = Imagination + Common Sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Have gotten back that feeling of being a student again. And was fun attending it because it evokes that sense of nolstelgia in her. Keith Tan was still Keith Tan. Was indeed fruitful and nice to have someone to tell you once in awhile you need to slow down and think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Topic 2: Speak with substance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Speaker: Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;About: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;How unintelligent, nothing-else-better-to-comment-about comment can spoil your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Keywords:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;1. Don't judge others when others with some not so smart comments when you should be more substantial in your conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;My Thought: Look. Nevermind if you don't ask me questions like: "How are you after so long?" And when I'm god damn fine about how I look, please, if you have nothing to comment or ask about me, keep your whatever physical comments about me that you have to yourself. And com'on. I'm so fine you can condemn my everything down to the colour of my fingernail. But life is just more than how every god damn shit in me look like. I'm fine. I'm not even complaining about how I look like. So grow up. Learn to speak with more substance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is more than just physical development of a being. It is also about that development up there in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If a career of a beauty specialist and fashionista suits you better, switch line. But before that, understand that everyone is different in their own way. People have the type of style that they can carry and you can't. People can choose. So don't super impose something on them that looks nice on you and think that it is the fucking best way one should be following. Accept the fact-Everyone is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-5421606724992945985?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5421606724992945985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=5421606724992945985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5421606724992945985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5421606724992945985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/design-torque-keith-speaks.html' title='Design Torque- Keith Speaks'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-6726535491189769965</id><published>2008-06-04T01:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T02:09:51.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Blood,Sweat,Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fun Office Shots. Pictures shall talk for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207716704603838802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SEWGwEzHmVI/AAAAAAAAADw/jQP5LmtrKYU/s200/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207717459405961970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SEWHcAp9-vI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qrufxa9d6Lo/s200/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207715243985414818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SEWFbDkjKqI/AAAAAAAAADg/MfYecbcD44U/s200/DSC_0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207718240622878418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SEWIJe6mHtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uZAUTFvzD1w/s200/Img0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SEWGGQ2LMgI/AAAAAAAAADo/d82ezQD8Nis/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-6726535491189769965?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6726535491189769965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=6726535491189769965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6726535491189769965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6726535491189769965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/bloodsweatjoy.html' title='Blood,Sweat,Joy'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SEWGwEzHmVI/AAAAAAAAADw/jQP5LmtrKYU/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-634076485423782592</id><published>2008-05-23T08:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:05:03.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment phobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She always jokes about having commitment phobia. But somehow, she does feel so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Being scared of getting noticed, because the other person might want to start a relationship. In fact, they'll often reject other people from the word go, so that a relationship barely gets off the starting blocks. The feeling behind this, can be to protect themselves from even the prospect of allowing others' to get too close."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;God knows what happen to her. She doesn't like the fact too that she fears of it. It just felt weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-634076485423782592?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/634076485423782592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=634076485423782592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/634076485423782592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/634076485423782592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/05/commitment-phobia.html' title='Commitment phobia'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-8165408481683000240</id><published>2008-05-19T03:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:38:22.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Finally Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She came home on Sunday morning, after working through Saturday til Sunday and after breakfast with Fiq. Decided to eat so that when she touched back home, she doesn't have to go to bed with a hungry stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Decided to go for a haircut first and..well grandma called and she happened to pick up the call. Suddenly, her usual :"Tell me when you are coming back so that I can cook something for you", sounded different. Like..kinda different..like..someone knows this girl here is not having enough time for her body to rest. Well, but being who she is, she rarely shows that she is touched.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These 3 weeks of mental and physical torture at work seems to come to a little breather. And she kinda misses home though she's still in Singapore. Weird cuz she rarely misses home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-8165408481683000240?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8165408481683000240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=8165408481683000240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/8165408481683000240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/8165408481683000240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-home.html' title='Finally Home'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-2681959800221109231</id><published>2008-05-16T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:42:01.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at 12am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes she's home early today after almost 2.5 weeks of mental and physical torture. Though its nots over yet, she hope that time will allow her for a slight breather. She shall post unglam photos up soon, perhaps tomorrow(those of puffy eyes, 2weeks of tender process, unkempt hair).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She's somehow glad that she's sitting to someone who would be a motivator to her. Telling her not to sleep and read a book instead while waiting for rendering, to telling her to take a nap first cuz she needs some rest. And its challenging and she loves every moment of those heathy motivation. Nice to have someone to laugh at her funny stupidity at times. And just very thankful that I've gotten to know such a friend. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-2681959800221109231?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2681959800221109231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=2681959800221109231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2681959800221109231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2681959800221109231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/05/home-at-12am.html' title='Home at 12am'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-1090900188047335720</id><published>2008-05-12T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:41:32.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Tau Huay Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The Tauhuay Conversation at 12.19am Monday morning in office while eating tauhuay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Alan: Tauhuay from Sembawang arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Merv: No, Tauhuay from Cafe del Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fiq: Imagine at bar area and you say 1 Tuahuay please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Merv:  Cool Bartender. Cool Us. and a tauhauy. Tauhauy on the rock or Long island tauhuay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fiq: Pay with card ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Alan: Drink with straw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Damn crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-1090900188047335720?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/1090900188047335720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=1090900188047335720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1090900188047335720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1090900188047335720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/05/tau-huay-conversation.html' title='Tau Huay Conversation'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-3924729014790203367</id><published>2008-05-07T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:07:20.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thank god somehow there isn't too many phone calls or emails. She is glad its been fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Office is kinda scary, with everyone seating around her passing the flu virus and she's so prone to it. Thank god she's still surviving. And yes. Tomorrow morning she'll be so happy that someone's gonna brighten her days. Yes yes.. good looking supplier. Ha!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway, thank god that feeling hasn't really come to her. It didn't slap her in the face that she felt so at lost. Maybe due to the heavy workload, she did not realise how much difference it is now in the office and how it was previously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK, back to work! Tons of stuff to do but somehow she's taking it easy today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-3924729014790203367?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3924729014790203367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=3924729014790203367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3924729014790203367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3924729014790203367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/05/peaceful-day.html' title='Peaceful day'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-6036354509917034547</id><published>2008-05-05T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:38:59.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desparate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She is fucking desparate already. Super! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Boss said ok hotel tender hold on for a week. Submit next week. But that not the end of the good news. Bad news accompanied along. Since Hotel A is held back now, do Hotel B tender! Shit. God cares if Hotel B just need minor changes. It is still fucking work. And still, there's the bank project that needs her immediate attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Give me a fucking boring cruise. I don't care. She wants to be out of touch from the world!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bintan can't make it. Shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bangkok can't make it also.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's so fucking screwed up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-6036354509917034547?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6036354509917034547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=6036354509917034547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6036354509917034547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6036354509917034547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/05/desparate.html' title='Desparate'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-6040556638617221285</id><published>2008-05-04T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:44:27.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='w'/><title type='text'>The moment she felt that comfort.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She was tired from a week of working like an elf. She was fast asleep this morning when her dad left for Hongkong for a business trip. And she wasn't even aware of it til she saw him in his luggage today. That struck her. She manage to sleep 9 hrs finally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Her's her schedule for the past 1 week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;- Working hours starting Tues 9 am : Continuous 20 hr + 2 hr of sleep from (5am-7am in office) + went home for a bath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;- Working hours starting Wed 10am: Continuous 14hr + 7 hr of sleep (at home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Working hour starting Thur 11am on Labour Day: Continuous 16 hr + 2.5 hr of sleep (at home) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;- Working starting Fri 10am: 12 hr + 7 hr of sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Working on Sat : 10hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Working on Sun : 9hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes she is wokring tomorrow too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Maddness. She needs a break. And Bernard message her if she wants to attend his birthday at Bintan. Sound good but buddy Terence is having his 21st on Sat too..So Bintan might be gone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But what bought comfort to her is knowing that somehow somebody out there recognise her effort. She might be getting somewhere afterall. She might have worked hard and she did not think too much about anything. But guess its been fruitful. She is humble after knowing it and happy. People wants her to work for them. She thinks so. She is not looking for a big ambition. She is happy working as a supporting crew. A good one. And knowing this, she is truly motivated and will put in more effort. She is taking her little step out of her comfort zone. She feels she is making a difference for herself. She feels alot more stronger. She will one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Somedays she's angry at clients who never seem to understand we don't have an elf working in the middle of the night for us when we are sleeping. Somedays she feels she's so screwed up. She felt so fucked up some days that every single thing is fcuked up. But guess, somehow, she's feeling that passion lighting up slowly again. She hate her job, but she love her job. Hate and love. What an irony. But think she might have begin to fall into a deeper love for her job, despite the anger and frustration moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And she is toying the idea of furthering her knowledge or rather education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-6040556638617221285?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6040556638617221285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=6040556638617221285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6040556638617221285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6040556638617221285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/05/moment-she-felt-that-comfort.html' title='The moment she felt that comfort.'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-5474109910675658986</id><published>2008-05-01T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:38:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Terence! She loves your blog. And she realise how photogenic he is. She wants those cool photos for herself too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-5474109910675658986?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5474109910675658986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=5474109910675658986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5474109910675658986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/5474109910675658986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/05/hes-cool.html' title='He&apos;s cool'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-3654358457425545483</id><published>2008-05-01T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:16:47.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She needs some</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hugs. She's been craving for alittle hugs these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Somehow she felt that tint of vulnerablity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Somedays she felt like tears are tugged behind her tired eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Life's been okay. Roller coaster was just when work is concern, not personal life. But yet, that lonely feeling seems to be creeping in once in awhile. She hates that. She's been through so much of it that she've done a good job in keeping it away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But some days, this little demon in her likes to creep into her mind. She's trying to stop it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Being alone can be pleasant, but being alone and feeling lonely is scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just silently hold her hands and silently communicate to her. She needs comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-3654358457425545483?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3654358457425545483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=3654358457425545483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3654358457425545483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3654358457425545483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-needs-some.html' title='She needs some'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-7143382910359566614</id><published>2008-04-29T09:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:52:59.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there any elf in the sweatshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Some people assume we have elves in a sweatshop tucked in some hidden corrner in the office that does work on weekends. She's not pissed about doing work on Sunday or weekend per say. What she's pissed off is when people take her response for granted. Doesnt mean that everytime she produce what you want in some speedy moments means her office only survives with his one job. She have other tender to rush and frankly speaking, after seating on it for a week, he email her on a saturday afternoon and expect stuff to be done on the coming Monday. Helllo?!! There's no elf here and even if she emails you everytime on a weekend doesn't mean she works every god damn weekend just to do his work. And she's pissed because he freaking knows time is running out but she's not sure why is he so indecisive. After beyond countless times and he is still changing. I certainly don't think that it was all my fault because I just did 2 times before it was approved by another guy of the same job. Come'on.. And freak. Don't step on her tail cuz she's gonna be cursing til he gets a flu. And don't ever ever take her for granted. She's willingly to listen and obey but know your limit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And yes, remember we don't belong to some business sector that has 5000 people working in the same building. we are pathetically small as compared. perhaps your company have more cleaner aunties than our office total headcount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-7143382910359566614?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7143382910359566614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=7143382910359566614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7143382910359566614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7143382910359566614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-there-any-elf-in-sweatshop.html' title='Is there any elf in the sweatshop'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-8865067785607251146</id><published>2008-04-26T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:17:07.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The contradicting girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;For most times, she's perfectly fine having that no special someone. She couldn't commit she thinks so... And she don't really give chances for anything heartbreak in the future. And moreover life's been as fun. And seeing couples no longer bothers her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;However somedays she just wished it was different. When was the last time she really love someone like he really matters? When was the last time she actually have someone to hold her hand in the bus? When was the last time she knows she could cry her saddness onto someone's shoulder? When was the last time she hugs someone and felt that he too cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Somedays she felt tired of going out with different guys every week. Needless to mention she did not feel for anyone of them. She wasn't looking for anything special with them either. Her girl friends are occupied on the days she is free, with their other half. She couldn't remember when was the last time she actually went out on a all girls outing trip. She is not blaming anyone. She didn't want to face those problems the girls faces too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But yes. Deep down she wishes that that special someone can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;- efffortlessly make your worse day not that bad afterall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;- sense her feeling once in awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;- make her feel that everyday felt like it was the first day she met him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;- make her release the child in her once in awhile and still smile when she is being kiddish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She wants a special someone who can be her soulmate so that she could escape on a holiday with, have fun, have laughter, and allows her to cry when she is upset and totally understand why she is crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-8865067785607251146?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8865067785607251146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=8865067785607251146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/8865067785607251146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/8865067785607251146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/contradicting-girl.html' title='The contradicting girl.'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-6261350071303962428</id><published>2008-04-26T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:43:55.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somedays it just happen..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I still fear the feeling. I know myself so well. It always happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She doesn't know what is fear only after the situation is slap across her face. In her eyes when she see the change. She might know it for a long long time and have accepted the fact. However, its those roller coaster mood always. She fears, and then tell herself to accept the fact and look on the bright side and take some positive actions, think she can accept it, think she has already accept it, then when the day the actual things happens, the fear rushes in again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She dislike changes. She love changes to routine. But she dislike changes in human connection. Most of the time, she doesn't do anything to rescue anything for she believe that what is meant to be is meant to be. Friends who will be friends, will be friends afterall. Yet, deep down sometimes, she wishes that despite the distances, people remember each other even after a long long while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hopefully the roller coaster reaches the stage where she has accept it and she is positive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-6261350071303962428?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6261350071303962428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=6261350071303962428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6261350071303962428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6261350071303962428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/somedays-it-just-happen.html' title='Somedays it just happen..'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-2818330792329255042</id><published>2008-04-26T15:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:28:36.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Farewell dinner snaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Snaps of yesterday's fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLhAvPwjdI/AAAAAAAAACI/IqqHdVVXwXc/s1600-h/Mak"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193460723110415826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLhAvPwjdI/AAAAAAAAACI/IqqHdVVXwXc/s200/Mak%27s+Farewell+250408+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLhA_PwjeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/x0be954hvhk/s1600-h/Mak"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193460727405383138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLhA_PwjeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/x0be954hvhk/s200/Mak%27s+Farewell+250408+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; MERV KHAI HUIYING ME SYAFIQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLhBfPwjfI/AAAAAAAAACY/nVqdj-GVPws/s1600-h/Mak"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193460735995317746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLhBfPwjfI/AAAAAAAAACY/nVqdj-GVPws/s200/Mak%27s+Farewell+250408+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLhBvPwjgI/AAAAAAAAACg/EfQWAgVNDjM/s1600-h/Mak"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193460740290285058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLhBvPwjgI/AAAAAAAAACg/EfQWAgVNDjM/s200/Mak%27s+Farewell+250408+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshooting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLhB_PwjhI/AAAAAAAAACo/zCpriCFaHvs/s1600-h/Mak"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193460744585252370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLhB_PwjhI/AAAAAAAAACo/zCpriCFaHvs/s200/Mak%27s+Farewell+250408+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And drinks session..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193464124724514338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLkGvPwjiI/AAAAAAAAACw/LueYG4b83MY/s200/Mak%27s+Farewell+250408+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193465134041828946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLlBfPwjlI/AAAAAAAAADI/vsiMvHiBTuc/s200/Mak%27s+Farewell+250408+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193465129746861634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLlBPPwjkI/AAAAAAAAADA/EuFlCz2y7Mo/s200/Mak%27s+Farewell+250408+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193466315157835378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLmGPPwjnI/AAAAAAAAADY/EXUHyf-jJzU/s200/Mak%27s+Farewell+250408+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193466310862868066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLmF_PwjmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WUcFZXwWMNw/s200/Mak%27s+Farewell+250408+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She believes that good things always comes to an end. However, she believes that she will realise something else when one door closes. She is learning slowly..to step out of her own comfort zone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-2818330792329255042?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2818330792329255042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=2818330792329255042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2818330792329255042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2818330792329255042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/farewell-dinner-snaps.html' title='Farewell dinner snaps'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SBLhAvPwjdI/AAAAAAAAACI/IqqHdVVXwXc/s72-c/Mak%27s+Farewell+250408+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-1686294088292119483</id><published>2008-04-26T15:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:35:43.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Farewell Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm typing away in hope to get rid of the hangover feeling so that I can seriously start working. Been in the office since 2 and the work done is so minimal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yesterday, around evening time, someone suggested to have a photoshoot for the company. And we stopped work and got together, same time testing out the new gadget they bought that allows instant view of your photographs on the laptop screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Was hilarious when we all felt like we were furnitures being moved by Mak. Those super precise position and guys were standing on phone directories and sample carpet files. And it was so freaking hard for me to stay still. After 10 sec on timer, unknowingly I will sway. Took damn long and when nightfalls, all our desk lamps transform into lighting for the photoshoot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well in the end we went to have indonesian food at Clark Quay and booze at Fashion Bar as usual and MOS. Was fun having a bigger group of people definately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-1686294088292119483?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/1686294088292119483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=1686294088292119483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1686294088292119483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1686294088292119483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/farewell-dinner.html' title='Farewell Dinner'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-1168037847873322848</id><published>2008-04-24T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:16:39.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dinner tomorrow...Hmm..Oh yeas my procrastination is creeping in and since I'll be home late tonight. I just hope I will not fall asleep writing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Checklist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Present&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-1168037847873322848?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/1168037847873322848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=1168037847873322848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1168037847873322848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/1168037847873322848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-154545189167010519</id><published>2008-04-22T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:46:34.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;As said. and praying for the best, if not better. Not sure how but I guess I've just got to do it anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hope work gonna be fine as it goes along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-154545189167010519?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/154545189167010519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=154545189167010519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/154545189167010519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/154545189167010519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/counting-days.html' title='Counting Days'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-3382753607766164624</id><published>2008-04-22T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:37:50.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syafiq says</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Its better to regret trying than regret not trying at all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The line that sums up part of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-3382753607766164624?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3382753607766164624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=3382753607766164624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3382753607766164624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/3382753607766164624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/syafiq-says.html' title='Syafiq says'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-6507597648244028557</id><published>2008-04-21T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:56:07.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;May in a normal year should NOT look so happening like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Leaving for somewhere else:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mak - to WOW 30 Apr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Interns - Back to school May 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mervyn - To serve the govt May 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;KK - to somewhere happier than his current job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Coming in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Angela (Senior designer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;ChunYee(fellow designer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yilong 5 May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Albert 9 May 21st birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Terence 10 May 21st birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Gina's Baby End of May 1st birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh..This is way too much for me to handle the up and the downs.And its gonna burn my extra cash&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-6507597648244028557?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6507597648244028557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=6507597648244028557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6507597648244028557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6507597648244028557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/may-happenings.html' title='May Happenings'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-2805969652768233864</id><published>2008-04-20T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:26:08.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nouvelle Vague designed by French designer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christophepillet.com/flash.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Christophe Pillet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.porro.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Porro Italia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191287129883085570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAsoI9e9CwI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lb_CFx7Wl1g/s200/Lounge+chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-2805969652768233864?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2805969652768233864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=2805969652768233864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2805969652768233864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2805969652768233864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/cool.html' title='Cool'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAsoI9e9CwI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lb_CFx7Wl1g/s72-c/Lounge+chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-6063156699377801362</id><published>2008-04-20T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:59:39.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so proud of myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Finally she manage to understand and customize her blogspace. Being a complete idoit in almost anything more complex (the reason why I don't like facebook and prefer old school friendster) in terms of IT related, she's happy with her little acheivement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Who cares if this is a small fry to those IT savvy people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I think I'm too obsessive with this blog thingy. 5 post a day is crazy. Suppose to update my portfolio today but here I am, distracted by blogspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-6063156699377801362?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6063156699377801362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=6063156699377801362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6063156699377801362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/6063156699377801362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-so-proud-of-myself.html' title='I&apos;m so proud of myself'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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-8493329942786293956.post-7503000466257312434</id><published>2008-04-20T18:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:31:05.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Moscow Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Was really giving it a serious thought as Mani-Pedi are consider a luxury to me. And thought how many more bottles of nail colours I could buy with a 20bucks. I thought-if market place's guardians have the nail colour I want, I'll skip the manicure.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I went for the manicure in the end. Colour-Dark Black Purple with a cool name: Moscow Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191271367353109170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAsZzde9CrI/AAAAAAAAABU/M80Oq5hwaMM/s200/IMG_0417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Finally:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-No more air bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-No more stupid markings from undried nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-No more uneven coating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-And she's definately not afraid of anyone scrutinizing at her nails for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But I do hope that I will not get addicted to this cuz it will cause a leakage in my pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-7503000466257312434?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7503000466257312434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=7503000466257312434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7503000466257312434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7503000466257312434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/moscow-night.html' title='Moscow Night'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAsZzde9CrI/AAAAAAAAABU/M80Oq5hwaMM/s72-c/IMG_0417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-7237703140298917932</id><published>2008-04-20T14:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:26:57.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Dining Options</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Guess OOSH seems nice enough for the farewell dinner. Ambeince seems cool enough to meet the expectations of a whole bunch of designers and architects. Hopefully Alan will agree to the price. Chef friend introduced me to either Oosh or Le Petit Salute at Dempsey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oosh.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;http://www.oosh.com.sg/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Here are pictures from the webby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191217624427334306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAro7Ne9CqI/AAAAAAAAABM/6WZ8rmklsQk/s200/Oosh_The%2520Terrace.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191217620132366978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAro69e9CoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KsV37O1v9as/s200/Oosh_The%2520Bar.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191217624427334290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="148" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAro7Ne9CpI/AAAAAAAAABE/W-mMIwfzBi4/s200/Oosh_The%2520Lookout.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Found this other one called SUN that serves Japanese cuisine at Chjimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sfbi.com.sg/sun/chijmes/chijmes_e.html"&gt;http://www.sfbi.com.sg/sun/chijmes/chijmes_e.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Da Paolo seems nice as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dapaolo.com.sg/bistro_rest.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;http://www.dapaolo.com.sg/bistro_rest.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Last but not least, it dawns upon me that our own Singapore Tourism page was not that bad. At least I get to check out all the restaurants location, ambience and whatevernots on that single website. Proves alot of help to this girl who lacks the knowledge, or rather money to visit these restaurants to determine if they are good or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;OK..I admit til now its still Judging the restuarant by its cover. But then again, Uniquely Singapore is promoting them, so they should be of a certain standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-7237703140298917932?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7237703140298917932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=7237703140298917932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7237703140298917932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7237703140298917932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-enough.html' title='Dining Options'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAro7Ne9CqI/AAAAAAAAABM/6WZ8rmklsQk/s72-c/Oosh_The%2520Terrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-2076441633196516327</id><published>2008-04-20T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T11:15:00.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday's dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAq1INe9ClI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2oVkkZ3crIs/s1600-h/IMG_0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191160673160989266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAq1INe9ClI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2oVkkZ3crIs/s320/IMG_0401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAq1Ide9CmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9UHIgziG-uU/s1600-h/IMG_0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191160677455956578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAq1Ide9CmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9UHIgziG-uU/s320/IMG_0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAq1Ide9CnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wH9EvMSa8no/s1600-h/IMG_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191160677455956594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAq1Ide9CnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wH9EvMSa8no/s320/IMG_0410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Been long since we hang out together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-2076441633196516327?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2076441633196516327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=2076441633196516327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2076441633196516327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/2076441633196516327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterdays-dinner.html' title='yesterday&apos;s dinner'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AaMzJUnRekU/SAq1INe9ClI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2oVkkZ3crIs/s72-c/IMG_0401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493329942786293956.post-7238180631495300854</id><published>2008-04-20T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:44:34.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Pilot Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes I'm starting a new fresh blog. My multiply blog will be greatly missed as it contains my past few years of ups and downs, growth and whatevernots bitching and whining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes and perhaps as usual, I grew tired and bored of the old place. I'm constantly in search of new things. Perhaps the only thing that did not change for a long time in these years is "I for You"-Luna Sea ringtone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mak's leaving. Oh yes a reminder to myself, the card I'm suppose to write. Left it untouched as I bought his gift and card about 1 week after he broke the news to leave TOPOS. Just didnt want it to sound so emotional that 2 months later, it sounds stupid of me. It always happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ok I'm off to the nail parlour to get my nails done before it gets jammed packed. Hopefully its not pack. And hopefully it makes my first visit a darn good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493329942786293956-7238180631495300854?l=aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7238180631495300854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493329942786293956&amp;postID=7238180631495300854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7238180631495300854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493329942786293956/posts/default/7238180631495300854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenlittlespace.blogspot.com/2008/04/pilot-post.html' title='Pilot Post'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09934760454973537657</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></feed>
