<?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-36949818</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:51:17.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye Hath No Clue</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-6037130123341734346</id><published>2007-03-04T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:39:50.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Eclipse Of The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit restless and I dream of something wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I fall apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-6037130123341734346?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/6037130123341734346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=6037130123341734346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/6037130123341734346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/6037130123341734346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2007/03/total-eclipse-of-heart.html' title='Total Eclipse Of The Heart'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-117147057465764755</id><published>2007-02-14T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T00:33:36.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4885/1266/1600/436655/full166658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4885/1266/320/682026/full166658.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, its the time of the year again where we see couples doing lovey-dovey things. Some spend a bomb and some spend $0. Well, I had no date for today (Wow, big surprise there!). And I don't give a fuck except that its the only day of the year that reminds me that I'm single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right, so, anyways, I did a few love/relationship tests at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://web.tickle.com"&gt;http://web.tickle.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And these are the results. This has to be the most redundant and self-centred post &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;. Wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="testlink" &gt;Who's the Man of Your Dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="bigheader"&gt;A Secret Agent&lt;/span&gt; is the man of your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mystery and intrigue — it's not just for action-adventure movies. It's what you are looking for in life and love. From spontaneous weekend getaways to notes stuck in your jean pockets, you love being surprised and appreciate the extra thought and effort that goes into making it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's why a secret agent could steal your heart — he's got what it takes to change the world, but he's not about to go around shouting about it. But don't worry, your secret's safe with us. Shhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testlink"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who Catches Your Eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Your crush is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="bigheader" &gt;Class President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello, First Lady. A smart and motivated gal like you should set your sights high when it comes to your crush. Forget the slackers or burnouts. You should go for a guy who's got brains, ambition, and people skills (good looks wouldn't hurt either). Only an achiever and well-liked beau will be able to keep up with a first-class lass like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A guy who's heading up the student council, spearheading a car-wash fundraiser, and winning everyone over with his charisma and charm is the right candidate for you. He's the responsible type who'll make Mom and Dad proud. And you'll feel proud when your next stop is the campaign trail or The White House!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testlink"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What's Your Sense of Humour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Your sense of humour is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="bigheader" &gt;Sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah, you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; funny. (Actually you are, but you're so sarcastic that it's hard to tell when you're joking.) You mean what you say, but almost never say exactly what you mean. In fact you usually say the exact opposite. For instance, if your friend is wearing an ugly watch, you might tell them, "I wanted a watch like that once, but I got the wrong Happy Meal." Yep, there's a slight edge to your humor, but all you are really doing is telling it like it is, only like it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whether you're roasting a friend or playing social critic, your deadpan delivery and dry cynicism go a long way to expressing your true feelings...and making people laugh along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="testlink" &gt;What's Your Relationship Destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Your relationship destiny is to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="bigheader" &gt;Find a Fairy Tale Ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cinderella, Snow White — those ladies knew what they were doing. And like these fairy tale heroines, you're a princess at heart who believes that love really does make the world go round. Of course, you're not waiting to be swept off on someone's white horse — you're a modern gal who's not afraid to do a little rescuing yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Independent and confident, you're not about to rely on fate to give you what you want. You've got the drive and spirit to pursue your dreams and find your own destiny. And you're sure to bump into Prince Charming along the way. That's a happy ending!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testlink"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why Are You Still Single? (Ohh, the big one!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You're single because you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="bigheader" &gt; don't want to slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whether you're working all hours, busy with school, or planning a cross-country move, it sounds like you just don't have time for anyone else in your life...right now, that is. Your timing may be off in other aspects, too. Chances are, you've met that perfect person who just so happens to be married or planning their own cross-country move. So take a step back for a moment. Is there something underlying this? Could it be you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;afraid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to get involved for some reason or another, and are therefore attracted to people who are simply unavailable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whether you're secretly sabotaging yourself or not, try a little exercise. Open your mind to those who are around you (and available!) right now. Then let up on your schedule to let that someone in. That is, unless you want to get married to your goals, and not Mr. or Mrs. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Who's Your Type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our type is the Brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's put it this way — you would never date the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz. A guy without a brain is not the guy for you! Your Mr. Right is well-read, extremely knowledgeable, and can beat anyone at Trivial Pursuit. He can hold his own in any intellectual conversation, and he's got an insatiable desire to learn. You prefer a strong mind over strong muscles and have no patience for someone who considers TV mentally stimulating.Whether it's because he can take apart a computer and rebuild it at the speed of light or the way he can recite the price of any stock on the market, his brainpower impresses you. You love to learn, and there's no better knowledge than the kind you get from someone you love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testlink"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Are You Looking for in a Relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You're looking for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="bigheader" &gt;Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are many different ways to look at relationships, but for you, finding a best friend, the one person you share everything with, is the most important. Some people focus more on the romantic image of a soul mate to last the span of time, but you probably prefer the reality of making the most of every moment of every day. And who better to live those moments with than someone who's true blue through and through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ideal match for you is probably someone who can anticipate the next word out of your mouth and who laughs at the punch line before you even tell it. Chances are it's important to you that they'd expand your circle of friends, introduce you to new places, faces, and experiences, too. Whether this relationship is here for the short- or the long- term, you're a take-it-as-it-comes kind of person, with few expectations or fairytales to live up to. You'd take your constant companion and trusted secret-keeper over a fairy princess or Prince Charming, any day. Whether you realize it or not, there's someone out there who feels the same way about you. Like you, that someone is looking for the one person to be their best friend — both in the bedroom and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's Your Best Quality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your top quality is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Independence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Combined with your second- and third-ranked qualities, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Determination&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, you have a very unique set of characteristics you can use to your advantage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being highly independent means liking to do things on one's own and being naturally self-sufficient. Independent people are as a whole more determined than most and tend to have higher intelligence. However, it is also true that one can be independent without having high determination or intelligence and vice-versa. Another thing most highly independent people have in common is that they can possess a greater sense of integrity than many people around them do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People scoring high in intelligence are more likely to be unique. Higher intelligence offers greater possibilities in terms of how someone is likely to interpret the world. In addition, intelligent people are typically more able to articulate themselves well and to have high integrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scoring highly on this quality indicates a strong ambition in life — the kind of drive that makes a person determined to reach the goals they set for themselves. People high in determination are more likely to make decisions easily and to have a strong sense of themselves. These types are normally slightly independent. They also often look past the superficial side of life, making them more down to earth than many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hmm, any wonder why I'm still single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/valentine" rel="tag"&gt;valentine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/love" rel="tag"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/relationship" rel="tag"&gt;relationship&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/personality+tests" rel="tag"&gt;personality tests&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mr+right" rel="tag"&gt;mr right&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mr+wrong" rel="tag"&gt;mr wrong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-117147057465764755?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/117147057465764755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=117147057465764755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/117147057465764755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/117147057465764755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2007/02/saint-valentine.html' title='Saint Valentine'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-117112937088264376</id><published>2007-02-11T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:51:19.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Singapore's population is projected to be at 6.5 million within the next decades or so. Crap. I'm worried. We're already so dense at 4.5 million right now. How the hell are we going to cope with this influx of people living here in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HDB is also exploring the concept of "Housing in a Park" to complement Singapore's vision of a "City in a Garden."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Okay, yes. We have the similar sentiments on this. But I just can't digest the fact that we're going to be more populated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Queue lines will be more longer than it already is, we'll have to wait longer for things, the buses and MRT will be more crowded, I will bump into more people on the streets and yadda yadda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I should seriously be thinking of moving out. I need space. I don't think I'm suited for city-stress living for my entire life. Or maybe I am. Time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On a sidenote, I feel that Barack Obama and Hilary Clinton are really interesting candidates for the US Presidency. (Yeah you maybe thinking heck, anyone is better than Bush) They brought up some pressing and important issues and promised to tackle them. But hey, actions speak louder than words. Eventhough I'm not an American, the war in Iraq &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; a tragic mistake indeed. Infact, it was a fucking stupid mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Meanwhile, global warming, is serious shit. It has been landing us in hot soup. It has resulted  floods in Indonesia and Malaysia as well as freak weather conditions in some other countries. The Ice caps melting, sea levels are rising and the Maldives is being projected to sink etc. I never thought about it really affecting us. Its like all these while in geography lesson few years back, all I heard  was that we should play our part, because of the effects it has on the earth and it ended there. The El-Nino effect, the Greenhouse effect. Heck, they were just words and theories back then. But now, its freaking reality. This is scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sometimes, I think about my future, and I don't even know what to think of. The future is a scary place to be thinking of when the present is already as screwed up as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/singapore" rel="tag"&gt;singapore&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/politics" rel="tag"&gt;politics&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/obama" rel="tag"&gt;obama&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/hilary+clinton" rel="tag"&gt;hilary clinton&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/global+warming" rel="tag"&gt;global warming&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/el+nino" rel="tag"&gt;el nino&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/greenhouse+effect" rel="tag"&gt;greenhouse effect&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/future" rel="tag"&gt;future&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-117112937088264376?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/117112937088264376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=117112937088264376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/117112937088264376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/117112937088264376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2007/02/world-politics.html' title='World Politics'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-117041581523172188</id><published>2007-02-02T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T01:26:46.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4885/1266/1600/1613/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4885/1266/320/554895/collage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sometimes, I find myself writing poems at un-earthly hours (i.e.: the graveyard shift) and sometimes I feel that I scrutinise myself a little way too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I suppose most of us have expectations imposed on us in some way or another. Either by external parties or expectations that we place upon ourselves. As for me, I've stopped having expectations. I just want to do the best that I can at whatever task I undertake and that's it. That way, I won't feel so disappointed and I wouldn't feel like I've let myself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Because its the feeling of being let down that is the worst feeling for me. I despise the way I feel weak and hopeless after the inertia of disappointment sinks in. Its the worst feeling,ever. It ranks second to the feeling that you get when a loved one passes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Any hoots, its been almost a year plus since I last broke down. I'm pretty damn well proud of myself. Its been months since I last cried. I honestly think that I've lost my ablity to cry. Does such a thing exist? Perhaps its because I've cried way too much for half of my life (10 years) or maybe I'm just a much more stronger person now. Wahaha. Don't mess with me, ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/disappointment" rel="tag"&gt;disappointment&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/expectations" rel="tag"&gt;expectations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-117041581523172188?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/117041581523172188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=117041581523172188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/117041581523172188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/117041581523172188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2007/02/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-117025675796355312</id><published>2007-01-31T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T01:20:29.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I spent about $200 shopping this month. Well, the GST(goods and services tax) is increasing on February the something as you all know, so yeah...Plus, most stores were having end-of-season sales and lingerie sales. And you know damn well that, during off-sales period they can be damn expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So, I happen to catch Blood Diamond at the cinema recently. It was an excellent movie. The best movie that I've watched since The Pirates Of The Caribbean : Curse Of The Black Pearl last year. Definitely worth your $$$!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yesterday was the first time that I caught the inter-secondary-school-debate-show called "The Arena" on television. I seldom watch local television channels, you see. So I wasn't aware of such a show. Personally, I felt that the contestants were too nervous and were all going around similar issues over and over again. So, the motion for next week is "Singapore, a self-service nation! Local service standards have a long way to go." Well, the truth is the motion is right. We still have a pretty darn long way to go. I should know. &lt;strike&gt;Because I'm learning this shit ya'll.&lt;/strike&gt; I've done my own case-studies on a few retailers in Singapore (read: projects). And the results just proves that we're tortoises behind service cheetahs like Japan and Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've discussed this topic like a gazillion number of times. God, I'm getting sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So, besides that one of the judges, Ashraf Safdar, is pretty darn hot. Good move, Mediacorp. Putting on eye candy judges like him and Eunice Olsen will get people to watch the show even though subsequently when the topics may get stale and over-discussed. Back to him. He's hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why the fuck am I always attracted to articulate,confident and good-looking guys? Omg, what THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME. One of my previous crushes was from my institution's debates team (well, I was there for about a couple of months or so) and the other one was one of my forum mate a year back. At this rate I'll never be in a relationship since my standards are "high" and I'll be a cat lady or something when I retire. Its not like everyone around me is in a fucking relationship or something and I'm whining that I'm not in one. I mean like what the fuck, right? Its just that it gets frustrating when you don't get to go out with your girlfriends as often you used to because they're like always constantly going on dates. So damn freaking irritating. Thank God, I  have friends who are still single. Then again, there are many perks which comes with being single. The number 1 perk : You get to flirt with as many guys you want! Single women, rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/GST" rel="tag"&gt;GST&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blood+diamond " rel="tag"&gt;blood diamond&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/The+arena " rel="tag"&gt;The Arena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Ashraf+Safdar " rel="tag"&gt;Ashraf Safdar&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Mediacorp" rel="tag"&gt;Mediacorp&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/single+women " rel="tag"&gt;single women&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-117025675796355312?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/117025675796355312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=117025675796355312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/117025675796355312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/117025675796355312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2007/01/chatter.html' title='Chatter'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-116956892693034157</id><published>2007-01-23T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T01:25:07.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4885/1266/1600/752146/GAR-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4885/1266/400/458359/GAR-17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why do people have to be so fake sometimes? I can't stand people who are like that. They always put on a mask when people are around them. The older I get, I find out an increasing number of the characteristics of people that I begin to despise. I find out more about the problems surrounding me. But, I'm more in tune with myself now than before and know what I want. I'll be hitting 20 in a few months time. God knows, time flies and very soon I'll be hitting the big 30. I don't want to be disappointed when I look back upon my years and have not done anything meaningful or something that I would be proud of. There are a number of things that I've tried/done so far. But, there are many more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You know how when you get into secondary school, you kind of still keep in contact with some of your primary school friends. Then, when you hit secondary 3 or 4, you just somehow keep to lose in contact with them because you're busy and vice versa. Then, when you enter poly or college, you've completely lost in touch with them? Basically, I fall into that category. Okay, it also has got to do with my depression and aneroxia episode, so basically I just wanted to be isolated. However,I still keep in contact with only a couple of my secondary school friends. They are the ones of whom I felt  was worthwhile keeping and making time for no mater how busy I maybe. If you want friendships to last you've got to put in time and effort into it, or else it'll just fade away, just like that. There are very few people of whom I can share my deepest and darkest secrets, thoughts with. To lose them, would be a life hazard. To a certain extent, they're already part of me , an extension of myself, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Right, so, recently, no matter how busy I maybe, I'll always make it a point to watch The Ellen Degeneres Show and The Tyra Bank's Show if I'm at home. I'm addicted to their shows. Damnit. I'm addicted. Seriously addicted. I love their talk shows. Ellen is just so fun to watch and her shows are like small dosages of Panadol/Asprin (ya know, stress relievers) whereas Tyra is like a feminist and her shows cover some really good topics! For example today, they were covering on weird eating disorders (other than the usual aneroxia and bullimia). Such as maneroxia (when a man suffers from aneroxia), paper eating disorder, trans-eating-disorder (something like sleep-eating) etc. It really was an eye opener as I really didn't know that even men suffer from such a female related illness. How come they have such enjoyable and wonderful jobs? I want their jobs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fake+people" rel="tag"&gt;fake people&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/secondary+school" rel="tag"&gt;secondary school&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/friends" rel="tag"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/the+tyra+banks+show" rel="tag"&gt;the tyra banks show&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/the+ellen+degeneres+show" rel="tag"&gt;the ellen degeneres show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-116956892693034157?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/116956892693034157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=116956892693034157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116956892693034157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116956892693034157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-talk.html' title='Random Talk'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-116870011996411829</id><published>2007-01-13T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:12:12.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not man enough for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4885/1266/1600/246920/mars.vs.venus.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4885/1266/400/540575/mars.vs.venus.big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want to marry a man loaded with $$$ so that I can travel the world with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm dead serious okay. Travelling around the world is one wish that I most definitely must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fulfill before I die. Men, to me, fall into different classifications. Listed here are those of which I can think of right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. Someone whom you just want to have a fling and hot sex with because he's fucking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;gorgeous and has a hot body. For example, Calvin Klein's underwear models fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;into this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The bad "boy" type who rides bikes,smokes,drinks all the time and hangs out till the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The gentleman. Usually average to good looking. Holds a degree, rather accomplished in work/life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The nerdy guy who wears a completely different personality after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The men in uniform. They range from policemen to pirates. (meh,wishful thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The guy who gave up his good paying job for doing something he has a passion in. For example, volunteering. Like working for doctors without borders instead of in a well reputed private hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The guy who is in a rock band, hoping to make it big one day, but is still holding on to his day time job for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The heck-care, slacker guy who thinks that he has no future and bums around in his house the whole day aka the loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The businessman. High-flying job. Maybe an entrepreneur. Good taste in good food and wine. Version 1, will be the stuck up rich guy. Version 2, will be the down-to-earth man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The sweet talking flirtatious guy who hits on girls in clubs, bars and social gatherings. There are different scenarios for this. Scenario 1, he's already married or in a long-term relationship aka cheater. Scenario 2, no strings attached;he just wants you for sex sex sex. Scenario 3, changes his girlfriend every fortnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The boy next door type. Generally has a good attitude, nice personality and stuff. His mother dotes on him and he's a good brother to his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The man whom you can see yourself being in a long-term relationship with. He's confident, carries himself well and intellegent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The still studying guy, hoping to make it big one day aka student and doesn't fit into any of the categories above because he doesn't have a full-time job yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll update my list when I think of more.So, if you're a guy reading this, which category do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you think you'll fit into? If its none of them, what type of guy are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/36949818-116870011996411829?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/116870011996411829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=116870011996411829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116870011996411829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116870011996411829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2007/01/youre-not-man-enough-for-me.html' title='You&apos;re not man enough for me.'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-116784383201921248</id><published>2007-01-04T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:55:53.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wheels Of The Bus Goes Around and Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4885/1266/1600/551899/schoolbus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4885/1266/400/764577/schoolbus.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today or rather yesterday, was the first day of school for those in primary, secondary schools and junior colleges. As I look back to those days, I realised that I didn't really miss primary or secondary school at all. But, in saying that, I guess I do miss the teachers and a handful of old friends. When I become successful one day (and you know, I will) , I want them to know what I've achieved in life. I want them to know that their efforts didn't go to waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But, that's about it. I certainly did not miss the immature/lame kids surrounding me and their incessant brainless chatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A few years later when I'm already working, I will look back upon my poly years and miss it like hell. My poly years are the best years of my life. No tuition. No doing/studying stuff that you hated. No forced participation in CCAs. There is still stress, but that's part and parcel of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My poly groomed me to be a better person and to be something much more that I could have ever dreamed of. I participated in stuff that I was genuinely interested in and thoroughly enjoyed them. More importantly, I am now an optimist and love socialising. Something that I was not in primary or secondary school. It has to be because of the company surrounding me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Life lessons is something that you can't get from memorising textbooks. Believe me. Its true. That is what all of the leaders in the world will tell you. Education can only get you so far. While IQ is important, having a high EQ is important too. Maya Angelou never had a formal college education but look at how far she has come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But kids, education is still important, okay. But enjoy the learning process, if you hate it, learn something else, change courses or something. You don't want to be stuck wasting years of your lives doing something you hate. Time is precious. Spend it wisely. Learn something that you have a passion in, learn something that you love. And you will get far in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Success, is to each its very own. There is no definition for success. Success is a journey, not a destination. For some, it maybe measured by its monetary value or achieving fame or obtaining a doctorate degree and for some, it is measured by the number of lives they have changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I wouldn't have changed any education choices that I have made so far in my life. Because for every choice I made, I thought of it a gazillion times and it was the best for me at that very point of time. I can honestly say that I have no regrets. Life is too short for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and then given a test. In life, you're given a test that teaches you a lesson.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;- Tom Bodett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-116784383201921248?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/116784383201921248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=116784383201921248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116784383201921248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116784383201921248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2007/01/wheels-of-bus-goes-around-and-around.html' title='The Wheels Of The Bus Goes Around and Around'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-116729738347823254</id><published>2006-12-28T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T17:18:56.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>News Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4885/1266/1600/543934/wmap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4885/1266/320/769880/wmap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two years ago, on Boxing day, a massive underground earthquake caused the tsunami which as you know, killed about 300,000 people and left tens of thousands homeless. And the sad thing is, tens of thousands are still homeless today. Why the fuck are their governments so corrupted. They're driving around in their Rolls Royces when thousands in their country are dying for heavens sake. They're inhuman. The same goes to why AIDS is still such a massive problem in Africa. Corrupted governments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, two days ago an underground earthquake struck near the waters of Taiwan. Which caused some damage to the underground Internet cables which links up Asia to the World. I was going to complain to my ISP (because the pages were loading up oh so slowly) when I heard the news on the radio. It seems to be alright now that they've directed the traffic to an alternative route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malaysia and Indonesia are currently experiencing floods and thousands are left homeless caused by the consistent heavy rain around the region. Singapore was not spared either. We have some occurance of flood in low-lying areas but they're all in non-residential areas and we have a good drainage system so the people who were mainly affected were those running flower planting and fish rearing businesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you for sitting through this news update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-116729738347823254?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/116729738347823254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=116729738347823254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116729738347823254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116729738347823254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2006/12/news-update.html' title='News Update'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-116723833851588505</id><published>2006-12-28T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:52:18.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My term-test ended about a week ++ ago, but I couldn't find time to blog  as I was busy shopping and doing project work. *Yawn* Its still incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I finally decided to blog today and the Internet connection goes awry because of  the  underground earthquake near Taiwan which affected the Internet cable connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its been raining non-stop for the past two weeks and its really such a mood-dampener.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Caught "The Holiday" last week and it was alright. Jude Law was hot and all but I still think that Love Actually was better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have no New Year's resolution/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you happen to be reading this post, Happy 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7 happens to be my favourite number, so I hope that it will be a good year for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-116723833851588505?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/116723833851588505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=116723833851588505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116723833851588505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116723833851588505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2006/12/end-of-2006.html' title='End of 2006'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-116602309152034444</id><published>2006-12-13T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:18:11.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yadda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;resume&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;rtly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mid&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&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/36949818-116602309152034444?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/116602309152034444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=116602309152034444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116602309152034444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116602309152034444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2006/12/yadda.html' title='Yadda'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-116383466242407420</id><published>2006-11-18T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T15:24:22.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the MV Doulos and Vivocity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/1600/collage1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/320/collage1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;As the title says, my friend and I went there a couple of days ago. MV Doulos is a ship which holds international book fairs whilst sailing around the world. According to the ship crew, this particular ship only sets sail around Asia. They have other ships for the Americas and other regions. Their crew members are from all around the world. Its like a mini United Nations in there.  South Koreans, Americans, South Americans, South Africans etc. If you're thinking of paying a visit to the MV Doulos, its decked right in front of Vivocity. About 10 minutes walk from Harbour Front MRT Station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/1600/DSC00197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/320/DSC00197.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spotted this brightly coloured Chinese Junk while being on deck. I love the colours. They complement each other, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/1600/DSC00187.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/320/DSC00187.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, after that we decided to go to Vivocity. Vivocity, by the way, is the latest shopping mall in Singapore and like any typical Singaporeans, we felt the need to check it out. Did it blow me away? Was I impressed? Well, I'd say, it was alright. Its just really lengthy and wide. I liked their concept for the rooftop water wading thingy. If I was the mall developer/planner, I would dedicate a few storeys of the mall for an indoor theme-park, water complex, outdoor yoga sessions in a Japanese garden(don't you dare steal my ideas!)..etc..Okay, the first idea was taken from Malaysia's Times Square. I still think that Malaysia's Times Square is the best shopping centre I've ever been to as of now. You know, if I was the one being put-in-charge of the mall's planning, it'll kick-ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/1600/DSC00190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/320/DSC00190.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/1600/DSC00191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/320/DSC00191.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/1600/DSC00189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/320/DSC00189.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Have you been to Vivocity? What are your thoughts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-116383466242407420?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/116383466242407420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=116383466242407420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116383466242407420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116383466242407420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2006/11/visit-to-mv-doulos-and-vivocity.html' title='Visit to the MV Doulos and Vivocity'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-116376380057711765</id><published>2006-11-17T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:45:55.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GST Increases Again! So,whats new?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/1600/DSC00076.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/400/DSC00076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/1600/DSC00074.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/400/DSC00074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've been really busy lately. Lets do a re-cap on what's been happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;GST increases from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; to  7%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;                                                                                "To finance social programs and help people with low incomes" Prime Minister,Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  Yeah, right! If so, why not only increase taxes of the affluent and leave out the mid income to low income level citizens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I realised that I absolutely can't get along well with any of my relatives. I just can't stand being so fake around them. It sucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I have tons of research to do. And its hard work looking through hundreds of websites. Over and over again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I can't work with people who do not behave like an adult. I'm sorry I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-116376380057711765?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/116376380057711765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=116376380057711765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116376380057711765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116376380057711765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2006/11/gst-increases-again-sowhats-new.html' title='GST Increases Again! So,whats new?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-116291168197535594</id><published>2006-11-07T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:01:22.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/1600/plaid-%20burberry.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/320/plaid-%20burberry.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm currently doing a project on Burberry. If you've ever shopped at Burberry, bought their couture wear, designer bags, work there, visited/bought anything from the Burberry Blue/Black Label stores in Japan's Ginza district, recently attended their fashion shows and are currently working in the couture fashion industry, please drop me an e-mail. I will get back to you as soon as possible. If you have any thoughts on the Burberry brand, please comment. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-116291168197535594?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/116291168197535594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=116291168197535594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116291168197535594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116291168197535594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2006/11/burberry.html' title='Burberry'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-116273684236286995</id><published>2006-11-05T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:27:24.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Jam In Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/1600/PIC00511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/320/PIC00511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bangkok is a nice place to be in. Forget about all their political problems. The people there are friendly and the food is good. As always, there will always be bad eggs in society. They have pickpocketing syndicates there. So, be very careful and never place your money at the back. Preferably, in your front pocket or sling your bag in front. Remember, they're pickpocketing experts and they're very good at their craft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, rush hour traffic in Bangkok is a nightmare. Enough for you to pull your hair out. We were in this cab on our way to Siam Square and the traffic jam was terrible. We were literally stuck there (as in never even move an inch, okay!) We waited and waited. As the cab meter kept ticking away. We had enough. We were not going to spend all of our money on cab fares. Geeez. So, after twenty minutes or so we got off and scurried to the pavement in search of the nearest SkyTrain station (or whatever they call their train system which is very much like our MRT, except that they're still using the card thingy which was phased out many years ago here. It reminded me of my childhood..) Their train system is efficient and clean; we reached our destination in a matter of 5-7 minutes. And the fare was reasonable too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I love the cab drivers there. They're very interactive. Since we were there during the World Cup period, some of the cab drivers kept talking to us about football stuff. Their radios were always switched on to some live football commentary station (the commentator spoke in Thai, henceforth, the only words we understood were the names of the countries he was mentioning, the players' name and GOAL!!!) Haha, sometimes we didn't even know who scored and just shouted GOAL along with the cab driver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And oh, you have to try the three-wheeled Tuk-tuk if you're there. Its a very authentic Thai experience. Of course, they also have a similar vehicle in India. But I haven't been there; yet. I have to polish up on my Hindi before I step foot there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Woah, I blogged for four days in a row. Thats a record. Where's my present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-116273684236286995?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/116273684236286995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=116273684236286995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116273684236286995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116273684236286995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2006/11/traffic-jam-in-bangkok.html' title='Traffic Jam In Bangkok'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-116262472434413407</id><published>2006-11-04T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:18:44.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/1600/DSC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/320/DSC00030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mind is in a chaotic whirlwind right now. It's one of those weeks where thoughts run though my head in an overwhelming gush, leaving me pulled in many directions making me unable to actually accomplish anything. This week left me with a mixture of emotions. I can still smell the lingering stale air of unfinished business. I’m not someone who announces my problems to the world. But it doesn’t necessarily mean that I have no problems. I do. Just like anyone else. But, my problems just becomes this speckle of dust when compared to those faced by the rest of the world. I used to look at the small picture and when I did, it only made me more miserable. But when I changed my perspective and began looking at the bigger picture, I realised that there’s no point brooding over certain things. God is fair. You get what you give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/36949818-116262472434413407?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/116262472434413407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=116262472434413407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116262472434413407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116262472434413407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2006/11/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-116253421024918562</id><published>2006-11-03T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T14:14:42.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying Online?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lets talk about why I dislike online tutorials and lectures. Firstly, it is very confusing. Secondly, you have to be online, signed into the institution's Intranet system from a specified time to a specified time. Because, if you don't, you will be considered absent and therefore, run the risk of getting very low GPA and getting de-barred from exams. Thirdly, you have to stare at the computer screen for 2 hours straight and keep hitting the refresh button. It strains your eyes and makes you feel real sleepy. While I'm definitely pro-technology, but in this case, I still prefer a face-to-face tutorial and lecture session. Because, there are simply too many distractions online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Last week, my close friend and I, went to Fish and Co for our dinner. Their entire restaurant had a halloween theme. We were not aware of it at first since it isn't so big here and all. We thought someone was having a fancy dress party and booked the entire place or summit. It wasn't till the waiter explained to us that since it was the halloween week and yadda yadda that they were having this theme in their restaurant and other tied-in halloween promotions. That was the closest thing to celebrating halloween for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/1600/DSC00177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/320/DSC00177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/1600/DSC00176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/1266/320/DSC00176.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-116253421024918562?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/116253421024918562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=116253421024918562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116253421024918562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116253421024918562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2006/11/studying-online.html' title='Studying Online?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36949818.post-116239622660483136</id><published>2006-11-01T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:51:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye Hath No Clue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've had four blogs in the past. I ended up deleting all four of them. You know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well that this blog isn't going to last long as well. Tell me how can it last when I only post like once every month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhow, I will give blogging yet another try again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36949818-116239622660483136?l=yehathnoclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/feeds/116239622660483136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36949818&amp;postID=116239622660483136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116239622660483136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36949818/posts/default/116239622660483136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yehathnoclue.blogspot.com/2006/11/ye-hath-no-clue.html' title='Ye Hath No Clue'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913108840093113355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/neuroveil/202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
