<?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-6497511</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:21:35.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's Clement time...</title><subtitle type='html'>this will be like a history textbook. for students to learn about this person called clement ho. this will trace all of clement's unhappiness, happiness, fun and laughter. so read on and leave comments whenever you feel like...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</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>216</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-8847647343758454164</id><published>2007-02-17T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:28:45.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought it's about time i should blog something again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently in the army, my life revolves around army camp, home and then army camp again. how nice if i can go home every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, army has been relatively good. probably because i'm getting more used to the lifestyle of a military man and no longer a civilian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies. it's chinese new year again, of which i really look forward to it this year. i guess i really need a longer break away from my hectic schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy new year to all and wishing all a great hong bao harvest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-8847647343758454164?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/8847647343758454164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/8847647343758454164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2007_02_11_archive.html#8847647343758454164' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-116851350268662726</id><published>2007-01-11T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T19:05:02.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13 more hours, i'm going to become an army man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-116851350268662726?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/116851350268662726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/116851350268662726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2007_01_07_archive.html#116851350268662726' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-116835487543304285</id><published>2007-01-09T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:01:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my church has this self-composed song that was sung during christmas 04 and 05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love's Come Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know the meaning of this season&lt;br /&gt;pass the tinsel and the light&lt;br /&gt;the festivties and laughter&lt;br /&gt;it's a story of an ageless love&lt;br /&gt;for God so love the world&lt;br /&gt;He gave His only Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a baby born in betheham&lt;br /&gt;was a gift from God became the Son of Man&lt;br /&gt;who took away my sin and shame at the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is now within me&lt;br /&gt;emmanuel He is the reason&lt;br /&gt;i celebrate and praise&lt;br /&gt;love's revealed His glory&lt;br /&gt;grace came down dwelt among us&lt;br /&gt;gave His life to redeem us&lt;br /&gt;brought eternal peace and joy joy to the world&lt;br /&gt;love's come down&lt;br /&gt;He's the greatest love i ever known&lt;br /&gt;He raised me out of my despair&lt;br /&gt;gave me hope for my tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite my unbelief and doubt&lt;br /&gt;my Jesus He has sought me out&lt;br /&gt;in my weakness it's His strength that leads me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no one else can comprehend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my thoughts and fear not known to mani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t's His perfect love that casts out all my fears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i blog about this song? truly no one else can ever comprehend my thoughts and fear that i go through now, the undescribable feeling that i am unable to pen it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but praise God! it's His perfect love that casts out all my fears.  :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-116835487543304285?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/116835487543304285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/116835487543304285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2007_01_07_archive.html#116835487543304285' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-115155919557367251</id><published>2006-06-29T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:33:15.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eff.org/br/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.eff.org/br/br.gif"&lt;br /&gt;ALT="Join the Blue Ribbon Online Free Speech Campaign"&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT="76" WIDTH="112" BORDER="1" ALIGN="MIDDLE" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the Blue Ribbon Online Free Speech Campaign!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-115155919557367251?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/115155919557367251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/115155919557367251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html#115155919557367251' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-115055155219179048</id><published>2006-06-17T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:39:12.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so what's up with me so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much in fact.  just preparing for mid year exams, like in 3 days time.  oh, that reminds me that i have not completed everything yet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this evening i bought international herald tribune.  i like this newspaper, since it has good language and nothing too supportive of the bush government.  but the other side, it costs my $3.60.  there goes a meal.  this would be my first and last time buying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-115055155219179048?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/115055155219179048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/115055155219179048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2006_06_11_archive.html#115055155219179048' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-115055123440029899</id><published>2006-06-17T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:33:54.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so i've not blogged for 2 months 3 days.  since i don't know the mood to study anything tonight, so i shall blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like blogging.  i like to share my thoughts with the readers.  at the same time, i like to read about my life a few years later.  that's what i do sometimes, go through some of the entries i typed while in outram's library during lunch time.  cheryl would be blogging, so would i be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so why did i stop blogging for 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;simple reason: i don't like the idea of 'being fired' or reprimanded just because i talk about some people in my blog.  i do try to be as diplomatic as possible.  yes, i do understand if you feel insulted or wrongly accused.  but the biggest problem comes in when the entry is nothing offensive in nature, yet you are offended.  then, i don't think the entry has any problem, especially if many says that there is nothing wrong with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i do say something not so nice about you, i do 'balance' it.  nothing lop-sided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if you think this entry is offensive, do tell me. we'll see where is your name &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-115055123440029899?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/115055123440029899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/115055123440029899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2006_06_11_archive.html#115055123440029899' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-114497983750472725</id><published>2006-04-14T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:57:17.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday to cynthia aka sour plum!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-114497983750472725?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114497983750472725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114497983750472725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114497983750472725' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-114476069033691559</id><published>2006-04-11T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:04:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NAFA/IPPT test today. results are as follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pull up - 8 [3 points, should have done 1 more to get 4 points]&lt;br /&gt;sit up - 45. :P [5 points]&lt;br /&gt;sit and reach - 37cm, usually it's 33. [2 points]&lt;br /&gt;shuttle run - 9.6 sec [5 points]&lt;br /&gt;broad jump - 226cm [2 points]&lt;br /&gt;2.4km run - 10.42 mins [4 points]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not entirely fantastic, but good enough for a silver. that means that i would be conscripted only after 2007. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-114476069033691559?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114476069033691559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114476069033691559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114476069033691559' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-114448060468246328</id><published>2006-04-08T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:16:44.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>result for term 1:&lt;br /&gt;econs - o&lt;br /&gt;math - o&lt;br /&gt;history - A&lt;br /&gt;GP - D7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when my civics tutor was about to hand me my progress hand, she gave a very cute comment and the whole class heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"clement, i can see that you really love history."&lt;/em&gt;  and at that time i know what she was referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, at least there's some improvement for math, from a F last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-114448060468246328?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114448060468246328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114448060468246328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114448060468246328' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-114180493851045729</id><published>2006-03-08T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T16:02:18.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arts in JJ should never be eradicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE OUGHT TO BE EMANCIPATED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-114180493851045729?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114180493851045729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114180493851045729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114180493851045729' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-114128307347940514</id><published>2006-03-02T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:04:33.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my chinese results are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not re-taking.  university admission does not require chinese.  all it needs is a D7 and above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-114128307347940514?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114128307347940514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114128307347940514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114128307347940514' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-114094494148815028</id><published>2006-02-26T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:09:02.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just think about it.  sometimes things can be pretty complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you told the person the truth, yet the person refuses to believe.  some things just happen so coincidentally, yet it is considered as a lie to the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, my conscience is clear, the truth has been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since the other party refuses to believe in the truth, does it mean that the person will only believe if we tell a lie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-114094494148815028?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114094494148815028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114094494148815028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114094494148815028' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-114042374131672167</id><published>2006-02-20T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:22:21.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to clement.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-114042374131672167?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114042374131672167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114042374131672167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2006_02_19_archive.html#114042374131672167' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-114026028104716644</id><published>2006-02-18T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T18:58:01.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, i do know that it has been a long time since i last blogged.  in fact, one solid month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,things ain't getting better since my computer crashed.  my documents are gone.  my mum's colleague will come one day, in his attempt to try to recover.  but no assurance that everything can be retrieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week will be an extreme busy week.  econ test on monday, SEA history test on tuesday and math on thursday.  yes math.  for you information, i've never passed math since year 1.  :D but i'm quite determined to do better for the upcoming test on thursday.  hopefully i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-114026028104716644?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114026028104716644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/114026028104716644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#114026028104716644' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-113759448888252934</id><published>2006-01-18T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:28:08.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quick update of school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, my bus 198 broke down.  it stopped along ayer rajah highway, in front of NUS.  we had to wait 15 minutes before the next 198 came.  in the end, i was late for school by 5 mins.  the security guard confiscated our bus pass, even though my friend told him that the bus broke down.  he's not to be blamed, since his duty was to confiscate our bus pass.  and all appeal would have to be done in the general office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite math lecture did not come to school today.  he is away in indonesia for some official trip.  this new teacher came to replace him.  he was from hwa chong, and he looks nerdy.  hypothesis: majority of HC people are nerdy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 10am, my friend and i went to look for the operations manager to check if we could get back our bus passes.  afterall, it was not our fault that the bus broke down.  he asked for details, i.e the bus number, the time it broke down, the location where it stopped.  but i was smart, i provided him with additional information, the bus plate number.  he asked us to look for the telephone number of SBS from the telephone directory, as he wanted to reconfirm.  whatever. nevertheless, we had what we wanted.  we got back our bus passes, and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP tutor had to go for a medical checkup.  hence, we had 1.5 hours of free time.&lt;br /&gt;debate training at 3pm, and i was dismissed at 12 noon.  wanted to leave for home, but could leave school only after 1pm.  so i stayed in school, admired the hot sun, thinking of going tanning.  but soon it started raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debate training set me laughing.  nuclear armaments is definitely something which i am never good at.  since it was my first time doing JC-level style of debating, i kept laughing after hearing the first "point sir" shot at me.  i wasn't sure why too.  i just kept laughing after rejecting it.  and when the second one came, i started to laugh again.  i laughed and laughed and laughed.  probably it was because it was my first time accepting points of information, something i was not trained in at secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 3km road run near the school yesterday left my triceps and thighs ache up till today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-113759448888252934?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113759448888252934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113759448888252934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2006_01_15_archive.html#113759448888252934' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-113686585003964399</id><published>2006-01-10T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T12:04:10.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me share a quick summary of JJ's Orientation 2006, a 'Kaleidoscope of Life'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first 2 days (tuesday and wednesday) - poor J1s, they had to ensure long talks about each subjects.  they were so bored, they thought that orientation was boring.  all i could do was to assure them that the upcoming camp would be very much better and more interesting.  (this year's talk would mean that i have gone through it 3 times. and i know that the camp would be fun because i gone through it twice, one last year as a freshman, and another during my orientation group leader [OGL] camp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp day 1 (friday) - all played some ice breakers game, bingo. the games was quite chaotic though, but nonetheless, the campers still ned further warming up.  in the afternoon, we were supposed to play afternoon games, called afternoon heats.  but all thanks to the rain, the games were all pushed indoor.  not exactly that interesting given the lack of space, and  guess not all campers enjoyed this game. mass dance during the afternoon was another session of breaking the ice. i was the video man for that programme.  i went around looking for good and bad dancers, good and bad ass shakers as well as people with a confused look on their faces.  night time came.  the sing along session.  my campers seem to enjoy this alot.  guess they are those who really enjoy bonding sessions.  night games was filled with running and pespiration with the snake and ladder. we had to run from the hall to canteen, back to hall then to parade square, back to hall then to track, back to hall and then so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp day 2 (friday) - the campers got extremely tired of cheering.  when we OGLs cheer, we were replied with dead silence.  but the telematch in the morning warmed up everyone. after the game, they were wet with water and soap.  some had flour and papaya on them too.  they changed and got ready for mass dance.  in the afternoon, the highlight of the whole camp came in.  it was the world of combat.  it was another games session filled with water, soap, flour and papya.  definitely of higher intensity compared to the morning telematch.  my policy during the game: no one was supposed to retun dry and untouched, sometimes including the OGLs as well.  i watered everyone in my OG and those who they were playing against.  and in that process, i was wet too.  and from then on, my campers really enjoyed themselves.  in the night, it was a sing, dance and cheering session called the JJ night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp day 3 (saturday) - i was starting to lose my voice.  we played some emotional games, causing some to tear.  it was tough to say good bye to your OG, who you have sowed so hard to make them bond together.  and yes, our objective was met.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-113686585003964399?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113686585003964399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113686585003964399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113686585003964399' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-113608716659528144</id><published>2006-01-01T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T11:46:06.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>while some may be at home during new year's eve last night, i was out with my primary school friends.  the three of us met at a surprisingly early time at 9pm, wanting to see the fireworks at esplande.  however, we were greeted with even more eager crowd wanting to see the fireworks.  the three of us walked to raffles' macdonalds first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking along boat quay, we saw people having snow spray on their hands.  my friend told me that during christmas at orchard, people were spraying snow all around.  so for purely defensive purposes, we bought those sprays at 7 spray for $10. very cheap compared to one who sold it for 3 for $10.  at the same time, we had an alliance amongst ourselves.  we will not spray at each other, but if someone sprays at one of us, all 3 of us will come in and &lt;em&gt;assist&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clock struck 12.  fireworks started.  the three of us turned back and started spraying the snow.  the group of chinese behind us were so shocked, their hair was thickly covered with our snow.  nevertheless, we moved on to clarke quay for the 'real' adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this particular lady who spray at one of my friends.  i saw it and threatened to spray at her.  she ran.  i chased after her.  my friends followed my closely at the back.  the lady stopped running, turned back, and was so shocked to see the 3 of us standing in front of her, all prepared with our weapon to fire.  before we stared spraying, she waved her hands as a sign of 'no'.  but nevertheless, we did it.  we sprayed at her, and her long hair reaching to her waist was filled with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked along clarke quay, and there were occasional sprays around and mini-battles.  alll of the sudden, i heard someone shouting, "Clement Ho!" i turned back, and saw my BB boys from secondary school spraying snow at me.  all 3 of us were spraying him to defend me.  it was quite a long battle there. but i left the scene extremely covered with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were 2 caucasian ladies who started spraying us for fun.  it was just a short spray.  all 3 of us turned around and sprayed at the both of them.  their hair was covered with snow.  they gave up and surrendered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were still alot of battles arounds and i couldn't recall so many.  those were just a few battles fought by the 3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing by the pavement and not knowing what to do, we decided to observe people instead.  we saw a group of guys surrounding their female friend and were spraying snow onto her.  the battle was long.  in the end, her hair was like a lion's mane.  sadly, the lion's mane was made of snow.  she screamed and screamed and screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a can of spray left.  we didn't dare to attack anyone, due to our weak defense.  we were observing to see who has no spray cans, but most of them did have one.  all of the sudden, we sw one of our primary school friends.  i went up to her, said hello, and spray the whole can of snow onto her.  she ran, she screamed.  but with her, the whole can was finished, our problem was settled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left raffles feeling tired, sticky from all the snow, yet accomplished from all the fun.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-113608716659528144?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113608716659528144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113608716659528144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113608716659528144' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-113513146039762799</id><published>2005-12-21T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:17:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF3934.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to hong kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF3985.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hong kong in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF3961.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairy crabs are in season now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF3975.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat the traditional cantonese egg tarts.  there was quite a long queue of locals buying them before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF4059.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the tourists attractions in shen zhen. i'm not going to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF4121.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the world's best airports, hong kong international airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF4118.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new shoes.  i bought it on a saturday, the stocks came in only the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF4133.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hotel in bangkok has 3 ducks inside.  i wonder if it's free for us or for them to accompany our shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to take a picture in my flight back singapore.  but the flight was full.  it'll be so embarrassing to let the whole world see myself taking self-portraits.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-113513146039762799?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113513146039762799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113513146039762799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113513146039762799' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-113462209162838063</id><published>2005-12-15T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T12:48:11.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF4133.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a small preview of my trip's photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-113462209162838063?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113462209162838063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113462209162838063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113462209162838063' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-113232526976080397</id><published>2005-11-18T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:47:49.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it when my own creation is being destroyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my home plants have been under my care for a year.  the money-plant is long, stretching down, growing longer everyday. it took my a year to reach to that standards.  every night before i sleep, i would bring them to he basin and water them.  every morning when i wake up, i would put them on top of the shoe-rack, where the plants would be able to receive the maximum amount of sunlight.  however, the sad part is that alot of the leaves are not those healthy green that we wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked with one of my friends who is a biology graduate.  i asked if the plant lacks magnesium.  he told me that it lacks micronutrients, which can be found inside fertilizers.  i took out the exisiting fertilizers and read the instructions.  apparently for outdoor plants, i should add a teaspoon worth of fertilizers every 7-14 days.  this bit of information was not mentioned to me by any of my family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after i came home, i realised that 2 of my money-plant became very short. i realised something, &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS CUT BY MY SISTER&lt;/strong&gt;.  her reason for doing that was that those unhealthy leaves would hinder the new leaves from absrbing nutrients, thus creating a vicious cycle.  just imagine, 1 year worth of effort is gone with 1 minute of cutting.  of course, she does not know the backstage work involved.  the look matters more, as always to her.  but not forgetting, without sufficient backstage work, the stage would not look nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still very mad at it. i am contemplating of throwing away those 2 plants.  i don't recognise them anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-113232526976080397?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113232526976080397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113232526976080397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113232526976080397' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-113220215758186486</id><published>2005-11-17T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:35:57.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what cause dreams? the brain being active before we sleep? or is it just some divine revelation from God on the things going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 5am this morning. the lightning nearly made me blind. there, i recalled a scene in titanic. after titanic sank, rose was rescued and brought onto another ship. the ship passed by statue of liberty, marking its arrival at new york. it was raining then, and rose was carrying her umberlla, looking at the statue. it was at this point where a complete new rose emerged. i think of this scene everytime it pours at home. i was thinking of this when i fell asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poof! i was at an unknown ship, together with rose and her supposed arranged husband. the ship was about to sink. the 3 of us, were supposed to board a life-boat together. i remember asking rose's husband,"are there enough life-boats for everyone on board?" he assured me with a yes. so the 3 of us entered the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the sudden, rose and her husband jumped out of the boat. i screamed,"rose! come back!" she continued to run away, together with her husband, holding each other's hand. there, i remembered a scene where rose jumped out of the life-boat where her mother was, to be together with jack. anyway, to continue, one of the sailors threw to me a baby and asked me to take care of her. i carried her all the way, acting as if i'm her father, all the way to dry ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived in a coach. i placed the baby on a seat. i was thinking, what am i going to do with the baby. i'm only 17 years old, i cannot possibly bring the baby up. the baby on my right was fast asleep. and soon......i woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-113220215758186486?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113220215758186486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113220215758186486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113220215758186486' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-113176123468312127</id><published>2005-11-12T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:07:14.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it when my ear is blocked. it has happened again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-113176123468312127?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113176123468312127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113176123468312127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113176123468312127' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-113145588774309007</id><published>2005-11-08T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:18:07.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A world becoming more peaceful?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By Paul Rogers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first annual Human Security Report finds – despite evidence from Afghanistan to Iraq, Chechnya to Congo – that violent conflict around the world is declining. Can this be true?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There appear good reasons for most people to think that the world is becoming a more dangerous place. In the four years since the 9/11 attacks, the George W Bush administration has pursued a vigorous counter-terrorism policy that has already terminated two regimes and has, at a conservative estimate, seen at least 40,000 people killed, most of them civilians. United States forces are mired in a deep and bitter insurgency in Iraq, and almost 20,000 more troops are active against a determined Taliban guerrilla force in Afghanistan; they have also engaged in border clashes with Syria, and are involved in a tense standoff with Iran over the latter’s nuclear developments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this vigorous US strategy, the al-Qaida movement is able to sustain its activities by launching numerous attacks around the world (see the list of incidents in last week's column, “&lt;a href="http://www.opendemocracy.net/articles/View.jsp?id=2918"&gt;America, Iraq, and al-Qaida&lt;/a&gt;”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series of large-scale problems surely provide ample evidence for the feeling that global security is threatened. In such circumstances, for a substantial and carefully researched report to claim otherwise seems a nonsense – yet that is exactly the conclusion of the first annual &lt;a href="http://www.humansecurityreport.info/" target="_blank"&gt;human security report&lt;/a&gt; published today, 17 October, by the &lt;a href="http://www.ligi.ubc.ca/" target="_blank"&gt;Liu Institute for Global Issues&lt;/a&gt; at the University of British Columbia, Vancouver (and launched at the United Nations in New York).&lt;br /&gt;The Human Security Report (HSR) – co-financed by five &lt;a href="http://www.humansecuritycentre.org/index.php?option=content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=24&amp;Itemid=52" target="_blank"&gt;governments&lt;/a&gt;, including Canada and Britain – is modelled on that indispensable guide to issues of development, the &lt;a href="http://hdr.undp.org/" target="_blank"&gt;United Nations Human Development Report&lt;/a&gt;, though it is not itself a product of the UN system. It argues that there has in fact been a marked decrease in political violence since the end of the cold war. The number of armed conflicts has decreased by more than 40%, and the number of major conflicts (which it defines as resulting in 1,000 or more "battle-deaths") has declined by 80%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among its other conclusions, it finds that interstate wars now comprise only 5% of all armed conflicts, far less than in previous eras; that the numbers of people killed in individual wars have declined dramatically in the past five decades; and that the number of international crises fell by more than 70% between 1981 and 2001. The report also says that the number of autocratic regimes, noted for their systematic attacks on human rights, is decreasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first sight, the conclusions of the report seem to fly in the face of everyday, tangible experience. However, the report is well researched, carefully constructed and offers explanations for its results. Moreover, it is not alone in its findings. For the past five years, comparable if smaller-scale work by the &lt;a href="http://www.cidcm.umd.edu/" target="_blank"&gt;Center for International Development and Conflict Management&lt;/a&gt;, University of Maryland, has generated broadly similar conclusions. Its latest biennial survey, &lt;a href="http://www.cidcm.umd.edu/paper.asp?id=15" target="_blank"&gt;Peace and Conflict 2005&lt;/a&gt;, co-authored by veteran peace researcher Ted Robert Gurr, also finds a marked decline in major conflicts since the early 1990s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One explanation these reports offer for the overall decrease in wars in the last two decades is the ending of two of the main "drivers" of conflict: decolonisation and the cold war. Both historical cycles were marked by endemic conflict. The thirty years after 1945 saw numerous “small wars” – regarded as insurgencies or revolutionary threats by colonial powers, and as wars of national liberation by the combatants and their supporters – in southeast Asia, Kenya, Cyprus, Algeria, Angola, Mozambique, and many other places. There was also massive internal violence surrounding other transitions to independence, including the partition of India in 1947 and the birth of Bangladesh in 1970-71.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of these conflicts had a &lt;a href="http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/ops/cold_war.htm" target="_blank"&gt;wider geopolitical aspect&lt;/a&gt; as “proxy wars” between the United States and its allies and the Soviet bloc. It was characteristic of this cold-war era that these wars, which killed at least 10 million people and wounded 30 million, were fought in the “third world” – including Korea, Vietnam, Afghanistan and Ethiopia/Somalia – rather than Europe.&lt;br /&gt;When the two types of conflict, decolonisation and cold war, are taken together, it is not surprising that (as the Human Security Report points out) the two countries that have been most involved in international wars since 1946 are Britain and France; the United States and Soviet Union/Russia are next on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.lse.ac.uk/collections/CWSC/" target="_blank"&gt;cold war&lt;/a&gt; drew to its end in 1989-91 with the fall of the Berlin wall, revolutions across east-central Europe and the collapse of the Soviet Union. This period coincided with the first Gulf war in 1991 to expel Saddam Hussein’s forces from Kuwait, and was closely followed by bitter conflicts in the &lt;a href="http://www.opendemocracy.net/democracy-caucasus/debate.jsp"&gt;Caucasus&lt;/a&gt; (Abkhazia, Nagorno-Karabakh, and Chechnya) and the &lt;a href="http://www.opendemocracy.net/conflict-yugoslavia/debate.jsp"&gt;Balkans&lt;/a&gt;, as well as one of the worst conflicts of the past century in the Great Lakes region of Africa.&lt;br /&gt;Alongside such violent and destructive events was a huge expansion in peacekeeping and conflict-prevention initiatives, principally but not only by the United Nations and its agencies. The Human Security Report argues strongly that these initiatives have had a direct effect in defusing some potential conflicts and easing others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.opendemocracy.net/globalization-UN/issue.jsp"&gt;UN dimension&lt;/a&gt; is significant in anticipating possible reactions to the report. The HSR is not an official UN product, but it is very clearly sympathetic with that organisation, and this is likely to induce cynicism from the UN’s critics like US ambassador John Bolton and others in American politics and media. At the same time, the evidence the report gathers and the arguments it proposes are not ideologically one-sided: it includes major caveats and is very far from claiming that an era of universal peace is dawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The invisible casualties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current political context makes the Human Security Report a rare document that provides a more hopeful picture about current indicators of conflict in the world. But a close reading of the HSR’s detailed analysis suggests two issues in particular that deserve closer attention.&lt;br /&gt;The first is the marked tendency it notes for people to flee from major areas of conflict, seeking security either in neighbouring countries or even further afield. This means that large numbers of people are being exposed to sustained and often extreme dislocation and hardship – a trend that may well result in an underestimation of the actual numbers killed and wounded in current conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second issue is that in any case, the crude counting of casualties can be hugely misleading, especially when conflicts are happening in weak and impoverished societies. Most wars of the modern era take place in just such societies, with sub-Saharan Africa being particularly badly affected. In such circumstances, the effects of war can take years or even decades to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;The destruction of schools, hospitals and clinics, damage to farming systems, marketing networks, ports and even bridges will have a far greater effect in poorer countries where most people already live close to the margins. The net effect frequently is to add to malnutrition, susceptibility to disease and, especially, infant mortality and death in childbirth in a manner that is almost entirely missing from the simple, direct statistics of war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such impacts have, needless to say, been part of conflicts for decades if not centuries. They should be of great concern today, because alongside the great wealth and comfort of rich 21st-century societies a huge proportion of the global human community lives on very basic incomes with no guarantee of a stable future, while hundreds of millions more barely manage to survive at all. It is arguable that no social order that tolerates such vast inequalities can long endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two sources of insecurity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These qualifications to the optimistic thrust of the HSR still leave a conundrum: why can this report and other similar research suggest that the world is becoming less violent and dangerous when so many analysts and citizens find daily evidence to offer the opposite view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are perhaps two main explanations. The first is that it is mainly people in the "Atlantic" countries – especially the United States and Canada, and western European countries such as Britain and Germany – who perceive a world of increasing violence. For this (in world terms) elite group, which includes people directly involved in George W Bush's "global war on terror", media coverage of Iraq and of al-Qaida attacks helps create a pervasive view of global insecurity. But most people in other parts of the world are more directly concerned with immediate worries – jobs, health and education, and even water, food and shelter – and any larger worries about war may well have diminished in the past two decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second explanation is that the 9/11 attacks really did have a profound effect on the United States, by challenging a self-perception of invulnerability that had previously been disturbed as long ago as 1941. The threat to the US’s superpower dominance, leading to a “war on terror” now approaching its fifth year, may actually be distorting its understanding of the global picture of increasing security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two arguments require careful attention, but also two strong notes of caution in turn. First, the very vigour of the American response to 9/11 may be creating the conditions for increased instability and conflict. These counter-currents are most evident in the middle east, whose rapidly growing energy resource significance coupled with the &lt;a href="http://www.meforum.org/article/694" target="_blank"&gt;advent of China&lt;/a&gt; as a competitive agent reinforce existing political tensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the assessment of whether or not the world has become more peaceful needs to accommodate the greatest human test of all – the response to climate change and all the many new insecurities that will come in its wake if it is not brought under control. The "drying out" of the tropics and the impact of global warming on the polar icecaps, which now look increasingly possible, will overshadow every other issue of &lt;a href="http://www.humansecuritygateway.info/" target="_blank"&gt;international security&lt;/a&gt; in the coming decades. The huge pressure to migrate they are likely to bring is only one of their likely effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two cautions refer to problems that will dominate the coming years and which can still – just – be addressed by making necessary policy changes. It is in this political context that the Human Security Report is a salutary reminder of what is possible. In many different ways over the past fifteen years there really has been a much-increased effort to prevent conflict, to resolve it when it happens and to improve the world’s capacity for post-conflict peace-building. In the context of so many forces and dynamics of insecurity, that is a powerful message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adapted from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.opendemocracy.net/conflict/report_2927.jsp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.opendemocracy.net/conflict/report_2927.jsp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-113145588774309007?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113145588774309007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113145588774309007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113145588774309007' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-113099773182112625</id><published>2005-11-03T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:02:11.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as time passes, things do change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when i was in primary school, every saturday morning i would wake up earlier to watch my favourite power ranger. i would buy all power ranger toys, and one set averagely costs $50. but somehow, i would either be able to convice my dad to buy it for me or he wwilling bought it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in primary 4, walkman came along. then primary 6, discman. not forgetting that i used to buy almost all of fann wong's cd. p.s i used to get 84 for chinese in primary 3. thanks to my extreme fierce chinese teacher and constantly listening to fann's chinese cds. but now, ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every christmas, there would be an unofficial competition with my primary school. we would sort of challenge to see who would be the first to send out christmas cards. but i sort of didn't bother. only when i received a few, then i will start sending out to my friends.e-cards from www.123greetings.com and www.bluemountains came along. they took over the sending of cards. after around 2 years, i stopped sending e-cards. i had to decorate them, type messages, and alot of trouble to me. sometimes i would prefer to spend $3, buy a card, write a personalised message with my NEAT handwriting and send it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-113099773182112625?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113099773182112625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113099773182112625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113099773182112625' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-113085436323692083</id><published>2005-11-01T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:12:43.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i actually typed a very nice entry and was ready to be posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the windows is not responding.  i had to close it, and it was all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days it is so warm, i feel that  am getting BBQ at home, or everywhere i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-113085436323692083?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113085436323692083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/113085436323692083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113085436323692083' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112999650986267484</id><published>2005-10-22T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T23:55:09.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these are the countries i have visited so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="&lt;a href=" visited="USCNIDJPMYSGTHAUNZ" /&gt;http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedCountries/worldmap?visited=USCNIDJPMYSGTHAUNZ"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt; your own visited country map&lt;/a&gt; or check our &lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;Venice'&gt;http://www.world66.com/europe/italy/veneto/venice"&gt;Venice&lt;/a&gt; travel guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have posted this before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112999650986267484?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112999650986267484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112999650986267484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112999650986267484' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112979309121413018</id><published>2005-10-20T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:24:51.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to all, take a look at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://edison.fugufish.net/ircphs_g/g_engdebates2003.htm"&gt;http://edison.fugufish.net/ircphs_g/g_engdebates2003.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112979309121413018?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112979309121413018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112979309121413018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112979309121413018' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112979076846686899</id><published>2005-10-20T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:46:08.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am ok with so many in the school computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but please, if you want to play your music, keep it soft.  i am not obliged to listen to your CHINESE songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112979076846686899?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112979076846686899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112979076846686899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112979076846686899' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112970594580572324</id><published>2005-10-19T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T15:12:25.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday morning 6 plus while brushing my teeth, i received a call.  few minutes later, another call.  not ready yet, the call was missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third time.  thr third call.  it was private number, just like those 2 previous calls.  quite certain that it was a prank call (nobody in the right frame of mind will call me so many times in the morning unless its a REAL emergency.  but i do know who are my private number friends), i answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (in a strict voice) speak.&lt;br /&gt;there was silence.&lt;br /&gt;me: (in a strict voice) speak.&lt;br /&gt;there was still silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point in time, i thought that i must have been quite rude. so i switched my opening word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hello.&lt;br /&gt;stranger: why you call my phone 6 times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon saying this, i figured that it was indeed a prank caller.  while he was still talking/shouting, i cut the call.  i went to shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came out, there was a miss call. same private number. however, he has never called back anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that this person repeatedly called me because my phone was switched on.  probably he wanted to wake me up.  i believe my 'speak' would have given him sufficient shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before, monday, cyn-thia was just telling me on how she received a prank call from the ministry of toilets asking her to go to the toilet in the middle of the night.  imagine how coincident it can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112970594580572324?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112970594580572324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112970594580572324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112970594580572324' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112930117644067074</id><published>2005-10-14T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:46:16.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me post some pictures of JJ's Drama Fest 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how my Lecture Theatre 5 looks. the biggest LT in the school with 600 seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF3187.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my extreme good friend, rekha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF3200.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05A04's play. along the lines of snow white and the seven swarfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF3204.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05A05's play.  it has interesting starts and on the whole, it is very colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF3211.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05A06's lesbian play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF3222.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05A07's play.  awarding winning play, who won 2 out of 3 awards, including the best play and best actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF3246.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112930117644067074?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112930117644067074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112930117644067074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112930117644067074' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112917064250098382</id><published>2005-10-13T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:30:42.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to all outramians, using google earth, i have found our school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice the CTE beside our school and the ex-pearl's hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/outram.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112917064250098382?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112917064250098382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112917064250098382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112917064250098382' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112849883576224556</id><published>2005-10-05T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:53:56.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love muchi ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/imageLoad_4.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112849883576224556?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112849883576224556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112849883576224556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112849883576224556' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112787292323119387</id><published>2005-09-28T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:02:03.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog went through some major reconstruction.  i've been procrastinating to take the video off, since maia's gone from singapore idol.  so if you want me to link you, message me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, maia's album is out. i'm gonna buy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112787292323119387?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112787292323119387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112787292323119387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112787292323119387' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112766327832943842</id><published>2005-09-25T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:47:58.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know if Burger King's stuff are dumb or not so efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to get my dinner there tonight.  i ordered, paid, and was told that i could sit down and wait for the food.  the staff packed it in a big plastic bag for me, with everything inside, as presumed.  i was walking home halfway when i wanted to take a sip of coke.  i was searching the whole pastic bag and guess what? they did not put a straw for me inside.  or you may say that i did not take it myself.  things like chilli and ketchup sauce were already in the bag before i evern requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this incident of putting-everything-in-the-bag-except-the-straw did not just happen today.  it's the second time already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112766327832943842?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112766327832943842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112766327832943842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112766327832943842' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112705458894008072</id><published>2005-09-18T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:43:08.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i took a few copies of the international herald times newspaper from my dad's office this afternoon.  i was going through the september 13, tuesday's issue.  i saw this article: 'In secret life of Versailles, time is of the essence'.  in case you are wondering what is Versailles, it is palace located in France.  a grand one in fact.  it costed millions to build it in 1660s.  some historians, say that the expenditure for this palace was one of the long term economic reasons that caused the french revolution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the article wrote that the palace contatined '700 rooms and thousands of windows , statues, chandeliers and curlicues, has been high maintenance ever since the 1660s when the Sun King, Louis XIV, first moved in.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wouldn't mind working as a slave in such a grand palace.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112705458894008072?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112705458894008072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112705458894008072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112705458894008072' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112617503608862847</id><published>2005-09-08T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:23:56.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in today's straits times newspaper urban section, there is this highly interesting article entitled close shave'.  it talks about guys wanting to follow the hairstyle of brad pitt in his latest movie, Mr and Mrs Smith.  the hairstyle brad had was something similar to the army-recruit botak cut, which happens to be like mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoting sam koh of the hair shop at paragon, he said," it suits those who are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good-looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;strong features&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because this hairstyle doesn't do a lot.  it's a style that has to be carried, rather than one that changes the look of the person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to people like cynthia, lilian and priscilla, i've got a perfect hairstyle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112617503608862847?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112617503608862847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112617503608862847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112617503608862847' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112584727396134938</id><published>2005-09-04T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T23:21:13.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll be away for a camp. will be back on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112584727396134938?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112584727396134938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112584727396134938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112584727396134938' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112540881427502606</id><published>2005-08-30T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:33:34.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JC has no holidays. i'm going to prove it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.9.2005 - 7.9.2005: Student Leaders Camp. in between, i have to leave my camp for lessons.&lt;br /&gt;8.9.2005: math and GP lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i just realised that friday(9.9.2005)  is actually a free day for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112540881427502606?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112540881427502606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112540881427502606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112540881427502606' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112461284161516899</id><published>2005-08-21T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:27:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post is a reply to cynthia's messag in my tag-board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is fun to call you that. since sec 4 brought so much fun and laughter to our stressful days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday when i was on my way to school, i was thinking of hot chick. to repeat the legendary moment, lilian was gossiping that ms lim was wearing a netted cardigan. we left the hall after recess laughing and decided to give ms lim the nickname, 'hot chick'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in class, the message was spread around.  everyone was laughing. but ms lim sensed nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms lim: "ok. ready? good morning class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/8: "good morning..." there was silence at this period of time. we were all looking at each other. i was looking at cythia and vice versa.  we wanted to say it but we were afraid.  all of the sudden, we heard this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brandon: "hot chick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms lim glared at him.  brandon scolded and hit me for making him the only one who said it out.  the rest of the class was laughing.  ironically, ms lim was rather surprised and did not scold us, like how we would expect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from that day onwards, there isn't any ms lim siew hong in outram 4/8 '04.  there's only a hot chick.  one and only hot chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to the nickname hot chick, there's a irony to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112461284161516899?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112461284161516899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112461284161516899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112461284161516899' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112342620790393208</id><published>2005-08-07T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:50:07.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this tuesday evening, i would be at jurong east celebrating singapore's 40th birthday! i would be one of the motivators!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112342620790393208?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112342620790393208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112342620790393208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112342620790393208' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112340086034722715</id><published>2005-08-07T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T15:47:40.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in this entry, i strive to provide a non-biased analysis on an article which aroused my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally support last week's Sunday Times report on 'Ugly China Tourists'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operations consultant Mr Jan stated on August 7 Sunday Times that "I absolutely admire that group of 200 Chinese who staged a sit-in, demanding compensation and finally got it from Cathay Pacific.  It's not chutzpah, nor were they being boorish.  It's plain common sense and standing up for what one thinks is right."  In the article last week, the editor mentioned that a group of 200 China tourists refused to leave a Cathay Pacific aircraft last month until they were compensated for a 5 hours flight delay due to technical errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i have got to say is that it reflects on his lack of knowledge of the aviation industry.  i may be 13 years younger and do not know much, but i do know that the pilot has every right to delay a flight if he feels that the aircraft is not ready for take-off.  the pilot is accountable for his passengers' safety.  as every airline would agree with me, safety is their top piority.  while it is true that the china tourists lost their one day's worth of touring, but as the saying goes, "better late than never".   last but not least, the incident took place in singapore changi airport.  and according to the singapore law, &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; demonstrations, organized by locals or foreigners, are &lt;strong&gt;ILLEGAL&lt;/strong&gt; on home ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an ancedote level, i have not directly interacted with theese china tourists before.  the closest encounter i had with them was when i was in a melbourne hotel last year.  my flight touched down in the morning, and the rooms were not ready to be checked in.  my family and i were resting in the lobby.  all of the sudden, a group of china tourists came in and were speaking to each other at the top of their voices.  i do agree that they have every rights to speak in the lobby.  but out of courtesy, it would be ideal for them to lower down their volume seeing a group of people sleeping and not forgetting, they are in a hotel.  even if they decided to be selfish and not bother about us or the hotel, it reflects on themselves the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are definitely more exciting stories about these china tourists, not only in singapore, but overseas as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112340086034722715?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112340086034722715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112340086034722715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112340086034722715' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112276956265267987</id><published>2005-07-31T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T08:26:02.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the coporate world, if the employee fails to perfom, he/she will get sacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in government schools, if the teacher fails to perform, nothing can be done.  all at the expense of the students' grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all government schools should have democracy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112276956265267987?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112276956265267987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112276956265267987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112276956265267987' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112228294028357250</id><published>2005-07-25T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T17:15:40.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i pushed open door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw 2 girls inside combing their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a step back and check if i was in the right toilet. but in my mind, i was thinking, "first time i see a girls' toilet painted in blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked. it was correct. it was the male toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stared blankly at the girls.they claimed that it was the nearest toilet they could find. so they entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112228294028357250?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112228294028357250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112228294028357250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_07_24_archive.html#112228294028357250' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112132862647247879</id><published>2005-07-14T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T16:10:26.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to congrulate me or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the vice president of JJC's English Language Drama and Debate Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the principal announced to some on monday that his plans for JJC was to make her specialised in mathematics and science.  fine. WHAT ABOUT US THE ARTS?! HISTORY? GEOGRAPHY? LITERATURE? HAVE THEY GONE INTO NON-EXISTENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE THE ARTS.  that would be my msn for a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an arts student trapped in a communist school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112132862647247879?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112132862647247879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112132862647247879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112132862647247879' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-112047119007463730</id><published>2005-07-04T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T17:59:50.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as i was going through my history this morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Napoleon's reign in France in 1800, he issued out a new system of law and order, Code of Napoleon 1804. In it, it inculded this:'While the husband could have his adulterous wife imprisoned, a wife could only obtain a divorce, which was a very costly process, only if her husband kept his mistress in the family house. Family life was centered on the father’s dominance and women’s status suffered for it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously this law was not very fair for the wives at that time. but guess what is singapore's stand in this 21st century:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[information contained below may not be exact but was from what i read on The Sundays Time, 19 June 2005]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a lady seduces X's husband, it is fine. but if a man seduces Y's wife, he can be sued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, law can be unfair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-112047119007463730?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112047119007463730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/112047119007463730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112047119007463730' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111841650012590939</id><published>2005-06-10T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T23:15:00.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally i'm back from my 5D4N church camp. certainly sad. school work is coming in. no more shalom peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/99b605ab.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proud to present - new creation church single's ministry ben gen camp 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2935.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my identification tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2928.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my group name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/441c97c4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anxiously waiting for the bus to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/d2f9f75c.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exterior view of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/41a81761.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the inside bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/282f7717.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played when we were bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/7726d7c4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry hotel, this is the consequence of it. anyway, this picture was taken on the first day. imagine what would have happened after 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/3db49a4b.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so crowded, all 800 of us entering a ballroom. we must have certainly created alot of stress for the hotel workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/7037d726.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the surprise durian feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/872c75cc.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view of KL city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/83f97f9e.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the A&amp;W that has disappeared from the face of singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2908.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite worship leader. i took alot of courage to ask to have a picture taken with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2915.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ministry leader and my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2916.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my associate pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2929.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111841650012590939?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111841650012590939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111841650012590939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111841650012590939' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111781795348895752</id><published>2005-06-04T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T01:11:06.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me post some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my pioneer friends in church. anyway, the guy on my left is actually taller than me. oh well, even though i may be shorter compared to them, but i am stil definitely taller than our very own nerd queen, lilian loh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2763.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my schoolmate cum church friend, who is in the same caregroup as i am. she is from africa, and aims to be a politican. by the way, she is in JJC's debate team. no she didn't steal my place, she truly deserves it. i'm serious. she used to be from MGS (i nearly typed MSG) debate team. and she is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2764.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl on the left is from PJC, while the one on the right used to be from JJC class of 01. apparently this JJ girl is not communist, as she was under a different principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2765.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, this is my care leader, who used to be from RJC, now in NUS studying medicine. singapore's future top doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111781795348895752?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111781795348895752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111781795348895752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111781795348895752' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111768147444923232</id><published>2005-06-02T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T11:04:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things are getting out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i dreamt of my ex-outram principal, mrs serene pang.  i can't remember if she was teaching in outram or jj. but she was teaching biology to a class.  she looked so upset coming back. i was observing her from the back. &lt;em&gt;not spying though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i dreamt that my chinese teacher in jj called my dad because i got 0 for the chen yu (idoims) section of a test paper. prior to that, i left for home to shower and skipped my civics class.  the irony is that my civics tutor is my sec 4 form teacher.  i returned to school and messaged him that i was not feeling well, hence i went to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams can be complicated and it is complicating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111768147444923232?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111768147444923232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111768147444923232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111768147444923232' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111685684339467825</id><published>2005-05-23T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T22:00:43.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes when two things are linked up together, how i wished that i could apply ceteris parisbus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111685684339467825?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111685684339467825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111685684339467825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111685684339467825' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111631748468906208</id><published>2005-05-17T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:11:24.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;these are my human rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 1.&lt;br /&gt;All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 2.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is entitled to all the rights and freedoms set forth in this Declaration, without distinction of any kind, such as race, colour, sex, language, religion, political or other opinion, national or social origin, property, birth or other status. Furthermore, no distinction shall be made on the basis of the political, jurisdictional or international status of the country or territory to which a person belongs, whether it be independent, trust, non-self-governing or under any other limitation of sovereignty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 3.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the right to life, liberty and security of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 4.&lt;br /&gt;No one shall be held in slavery or servitude; slavery and the slave trade shall be prohibited in all their forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 5.&lt;br /&gt;No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 6.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the right to recognition everywhere as a person before the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 7.&lt;br /&gt;All are equal before the law and are entitled without any discrimination to equal protection of the law. All are entitled to equal protection against any discrimination in violation of this Declaration and against any incitement to such discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 8.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the right to an effective remedy by the competent national tribunals for acts violating the fundamental rights granted him by the constitution or by law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 9.&lt;br /&gt;No one shall be subjected to arbitrary arrest, detention or exile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 10.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is entitled in full equality to a fair and public hearing by an independent and impartial tribunal, in the determination of his rights and obligations and of any criminal charge against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 11.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone charged with a penal offence has the right to be presumed innocent until proved guilty according to law in a public trial at which he has had all the guarantees necessary for his defence.&lt;br /&gt;(2) No one shall be held guilty of any penal offence on account of any act or omission which did not constitute a penal offence, under national or international law, at the time when it was committed. Nor shall a heavier penalty be imposed than the one that was applicable at the time the penal offence was committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 12.&lt;br /&gt;No one shall be subjected to arbitrary interference with his privacy, family, home or correspondence, nor to attacks upon his honour and reputation. Everyone has the right to the protection of the law against such interference or attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 13.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to freedom of movement and residence within the borders of each state.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Everyone has the right to leave any country, including his own, and to return to his country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 14.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to seek and to enjoy in other countries asylum from persecution.&lt;br /&gt;(2) This right may not be invoked in the case of prosecutions genuinely arising from non-political crimes or from acts contrary to the purposes and principles of the United Nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 15.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to a nationality.&lt;br /&gt;(2) No one shall be arbitrarily deprived of his nationality nor denied the right to change his nationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 16.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Men and women of full age, without any limitation due to race, nationality or religion, have the right to marry and to found a family. They are entitled to equal rights as to marriage, during marriage and at its dissolution.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Marriage shall be entered into only with the free and full consent of the intending spouses.&lt;br /&gt;(3) The family is the natural and fundamental group unit of society and is entitled to protection by society and the State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 17.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to own property alone as well as in association with others.&lt;br /&gt;(2) No one shall be arbitrarily deprived of his property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 18.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion; this right includes freedom to change his religion or belief, and freedom, either alone or in community with others and in public or private, to manifest his religion or belief in teaching, practice, worship and observance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 19.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference and to seek, receive and impart information and ideas through any media and regardless of frontiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 20.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to freedom of peaceful assembly and association.&lt;br /&gt;(2) No one may be compelled to belong to an association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 21.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to take part in the government of his country, directly or through freely chosen representatives.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Everyone has the right of equal access to public service in his country.&lt;br /&gt;(3) The will of the people shall be the basis of the authority of government; this will shall be expressed in periodic and genuine elections which shall be by universal and equal suffrage and shall be held by secret vote or by equivalent free voting procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 22.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, as a member of society, has the right to social security and is entitled to realization, through national effort and international co-operation and in accordance with the organization and resources of each State, of the economic, social and cultural rights indispensable for his dignity and the free development of his personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 23.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to work, to free choice of employment, to just and favourable conditions of work and to protection against unemployment.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Everyone, without any discrimination, has the right to equal pay for equal work.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Everyone who works has the right to just and favourable remuneration ensuring for himself and his family an existence worthy of human dignity, and supplemented, if necessary, by other means of social protection.&lt;br /&gt;(4) Everyone has the right to form and to join trade unions for the protection of his interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 24.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the right to rest and leisure, including reasonable limitation of working hours and periodic holidays with pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 25.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to a standard of living adequate for the health and well-being of himself and of his family, including food, clothing, housing and medical care and necessary social services, and the right to security in the event of unemployment, sickness, disability, widowhood, old age or other lack of livelihood in circumstances beyond his control.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Motherhood and childhood are entitled to special care and assistance. All children, whether born in or out of wedlock, shall enjoy the same social protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 26.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to education. Education shall be free, at least in the elementary and fundamental stages. Elementary education shall be compulsory. Technical and professional education shall be made generally available and higher education shall be equally accessible to all on the basis of merit.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Education shall be directed to the full development of the human personality and to the strengthening of respect for human rights and fundamental freedoms. It shall promote understanding, tolerance and friendship among all nations, racial or religious groups, and shall further the activities of the United Nations for the maintenance of peace.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Parents have a prior right to choose the kind of education that shall be given to their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 27.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has the right freely to participate in the cultural life of the community, to enjoy the arts and to share in scientific advancement and its benefits.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Everyone has the right to the protection of the moral and material interests resulting from any scientific, literary or artistic production of which he is the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 28.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is entitled to a social and international order in which the rights and freedoms set forth in this Declaration can be fully realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 29.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Everyone has duties to the community in which alone the free and full development of his personality is possible.&lt;br /&gt;(2) In the exercise of his rights and freedoms, everyone shall be subject only to such limitations as are determined by law solely for the purpose of securing due recognition and respect for the rights and freedoms of others and of meeting the just requirements of morality, public order and the general welfare in a democratic society.&lt;br /&gt;(3) These rights and freedoms may in no case be exercised contrary to the purposes and principles of the United Nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 30.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this Declaration may be interpreted as implying for any State, group or person any right to engage in any activity or to perform any act aimed at the destruction of any of the rights and freedoms set forth herein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111631748468906208?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111631748468906208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111631748468906208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111631748468906208' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111616634035687271</id><published>2005-05-15T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:12:20.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is official. i received a letter from the army last week.  later this week i would have to register online for my army.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111616634035687271?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111616634035687271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111616634035687271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111616634035687271' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111599591707418816</id><published>2005-05-13T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T22:51:57.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this came to me as a surprise.  &lt;strong&gt;I am not selected for the debates&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have disappointed mrs leet, mr dt, ms lau, mr ooi, yes ms ang and outram debate teams 2003 and 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the contrary, they chose people who are lousier than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111599591707418816?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111599591707418816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111599591707418816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111599591707418816' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111580546193866944</id><published>2005-05-11T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T17:57:41.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was not a battle to see which school was more chinese speaking. Neither was it a competition to see whose uniform colour was nicer. It was the A Division Girls Volleyball Finals. After 2 out of 5 rounds of defeat, Jurong JC emerged as top for the year 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111580546193866944?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111580546193866944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111580546193866944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111580546193866944' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111573649140526867</id><published>2005-05-10T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:48:11.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did a yahoo search using my name, clement ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this blog of mine came up as the number 2 results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111573649140526867?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111573649140526867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111573649140526867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111573649140526867' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111556413943547412</id><published>2005-05-08T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:55:39.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>part of my debate revision is going through my debate file on pointers etc. while flipping through, i saw the adjudicator's score sheet for two of my debates last year, memories filled my mind. hence, let me post them here. I was the first speaker for both debates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motion: This House Believes That The Costs Of Space Exploration Outweigh The Benefits&lt;br /&gt;Proposition: Victoria School&lt;br /&gt;Opposition: Outram Sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjudicator: Sara A.&lt;br /&gt;Style: 27.5/40&lt;br /&gt;Content: 28/40&lt;br /&gt;Strategy: 13/20&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Second point was weak. Strategy weak. Good style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjudicator: Grace W.&lt;br /&gt;Style: 29/40&lt;br /&gt;Content: 29/40&lt;br /&gt;Strategy: 15/20&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Well organised with sufficient examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjudicator: Elizabeth K. [she is the world most biased adjudicator. we lost by 12.5 marks. ridiculous]&lt;br /&gt;Style: 28/40&lt;br /&gt;Content: 30/40&lt;br /&gt;Strategy: 14/20&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Good examples for the first point on economic benefits. Good rebuttal points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motion: This House Condemns The Influence Of The Music Industry On Today's Youth&lt;br /&gt;Proposition: ACS Barker&lt;br /&gt;Opposition: Outram Sec. [some of my sec sch teachers said that my team were opposition by nature, given our rebellious nautre]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjudicator: Chan K.R.&lt;br /&gt;Style: 27.5/40&lt;br /&gt;Content: 28/40&lt;br /&gt;Strategy: 14/20&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Good rebuttals. Your constructive had no link though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjudicator: Vincent K.&lt;br /&gt;Style: 28/40&lt;br /&gt;Content: 28/40&lt;br /&gt;Strategy: 14.5/20&lt;br /&gt;Comments: - [lazy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjudicator: Lee L.C. [another rather biased adjudicator. he adjudicated ACS before.]&lt;br /&gt;Style: 28/40&lt;br /&gt;Content: 28/40&lt;br /&gt;Strategy: 13/20&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Tactical error: no definitional challenge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111556413943547412?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111556413943547412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111556413943547412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111556413943547412' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111554561973838468</id><published>2005-05-08T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T17:46:59.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so i have signed up for the debates under the english society.  guess it'll be more exicitng during the one hour than council..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a debate trial on thursday after school. i'll be given a motion with 20 minutes preparation, and speak for 5 mintues. madness. the 5 of us last time could not even come up with a good speech given one hour.  well, but i don't think that it was because we couldn't do it. it was more of we didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the fishes disappeared in my pond.  i think the body must have decomposed in the water till nothing is found.  similarly, another fish died too.  the body was badly decomposed.  the head and tail was gone. my naughty fishes didn't inform me of that. so when i saw that highly decomposed body in the pond yesterday morning, i immediately changed all the water.  and guess what, i found some bones, some gills and some shells. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111554561973838468?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111554561973838468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111554561973838468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111554561973838468' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111539078473749798</id><published>2005-05-06T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:46:24.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my european history teacher likes to clement clement everyday, be it tutorial or lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what was she saying, but she clement this clement that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's tutorial, i requested for her to give some elaborations in her notes.  her usual notes are point by point, so if we want to understand better, we would have to jot down notes ourselves when she speaks.  but with some elaboration in it, we need not copy so much, hence we can spend more time listening to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today she told her lecture class that she has fatten her notes.  and she included that it was my recommendations.  yes, i remember her first clement now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suggested that she post some powerpoint slides in LMS, to save us from copying. initially she asked us to copy, to occupy us so that we would not talk.  she refused to post it in LMS.  the next slide, she said that we need not copy, as she would post it up.  she wasted our time.  and she told the whole class that it was my good suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still like mdm koh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111539078473749798?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111539078473749798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111539078473749798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111539078473749798' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111539029724378443</id><published>2005-05-06T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:38:17.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have officially resigned from choir. since i am not in the syf team, there is no more future for me in being there. so i have decided to join the english society, at least i can be involved in debates and drama. it'll surely reflect better in my testimonal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have signed up as a supporter for the a division volleyball girls finals this coming wednesday.  and so i attended a briefing on that. i felt so alone, majority of the people there were the ogls during orientation camp. neverthesless, we still cheered.  "we will win the war, we will win the war..., step you like a ginerbread and never let you step us back, s-o-l-i-d solid that's what we are etc." so reminds me of orientation days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went for my english society meeting.  this week it was the debate training. oh gosh, such beautiful memories.  the trainer was teaching us on rebuttals and alot more of which i missed due to the supporting meeting.  it was boring, and i wonder how well skilled the trainer was.  no as if i am that good.  but still, he reminds me of ms marilyn ang, who gave us some training last time before our deabtes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my friends and myself went to the grand stand to watch the ruby match.  all of the sudden, one of the council-elects came up to us and asked us to join the councillors.  of course i knew what caused her to do so, but my friend exposed them.  fine, it was due to last weeks' blasting, of the councillors being alone during such events, and not gathering the crowd together. well, to cut the long story short, JJ lost to NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this classmate who is short.  i would always make fun of her, asking her, "you are 13 wad?" today after school we went to the library.  i volunteered to help her put her bag in the locker.  i took her file, placed it in the highest slot, made it stand vertically, and pushed it all the way in.  obviously she knew what my intention was, she started beating me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111539029724378443?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111539029724378443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111539029724378443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111539029724378443' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111500301287690283</id><published>2005-05-02T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T11:03:32.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JCians unite, show our might. &lt;echo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show them how we JCians fihgt. &lt;echo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting in the sun, fighting in the rain. &lt;echo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fight fight fight till win this game. &lt;echo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will we will rock you (argh!) rock you (argh!)&lt;br /&gt;we will we will rock you (argh!) rock you (argh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ JJ is the best.&lt;br /&gt;we gonna dump the rest into the trash.&lt;br /&gt;we gonna S-C-O-R-E.&lt;br /&gt;we gonna F-I-G-H-T.&lt;br /&gt;JJ JJ is the best.&lt;br /&gt;united we stand.&lt;br /&gt;divided we fall.&lt;br /&gt;we will we will&lt;br /&gt;step you like a gingerbread man and never let you step us back.&lt;br /&gt;we gonna step you step you woo la la&lt;br /&gt;step you step you woosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111500301287690283?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111500301287690283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111500301287690283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111500301287690283' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111477197013132002</id><published>2005-04-29T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T18:52:50.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is funny to find out that my history paper 1 teacher, the further readings she posted in LMS is identical to the stuff that i found via the internet. it is either th world is small or she did not do that intensive research. yet should be added, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i am mean and it is not easy to find something that is relevant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was so funny today when she asked one of my classmates, guo ting, who replied a no to her when she asked if she could start her lecture, to sit at the corner of the lecture theatre and talk to the chairs.  at the same time, she asked the class if we were bullying her, since she was so nice to us. when she found out the truth, she told us that she was very upset and she would cry a bucket of tears tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be crappy and send some of my friends this sms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is a live update from the meterological station.  please be in high-rise buildings as soon as possible.  our systems have informed us that a tsunami is happening in singapore.  it is not caused by an earthquake, but from mdm koh chou tee of jurong junior college, who is currently crying buckets of tears now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who can ever forget her nightmare. it was such a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so see, mdm koh is a good history teacher. i'm serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111477197013132002?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111477197013132002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111477197013132002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111477197013132002' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111435268764740463</id><published>2005-04-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:24:47.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't know that just one entry about me in the choir has caused so much excitement among all of you. -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do miss mi. i miss those no-stress days, the skipping days, the days of making the teachers angry and the days of absoulte fun. now, we have work. we have projects. we have readings. we have everything. math is a subject that i'll try to skip doing. i don't mind economics and history. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111435268764740463?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111435268764740463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111435268764740463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111435268764740463' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111313779562411833</id><published>2005-04-10T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:56:35.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so excited for 6-10 of june. i am going for my ever first church camp.  it is the single's camp, ben gen camp 2005.  for more information of it, please log onto &lt;a href="http://www.newcreation.org.sg/bengencamp/"&gt;http://www.newcreation.org.sg/bengencamp/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campus ministry in church is excellent.  the last combined meeting i attended on saturday, the message really spoke to me. deacon chin was talking about how we should not see what we can do, but how God, can use our weaknesses and turn them into victories.  he was also telling us of how we should always trust in His righteousness for us and everything would set out right.  it is no longer my problem, but it is His problem at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier yesterday, i had choir practice in the moring.  having no experience with even the most fundamental music theory, i decided to withdraw from the syf team.  i did not want to become a liability to the choir.  with less than 1 month to syf, choirs in all schools are now perfecting themselves as a whole piece.  whereas for me, i would have to correct my pitch and learn the songs in  few weeks time.  that was how i felt as that time.  but after hearing the message, i felt that God was not yet done with me.  like what pastor prince said today, once we commit it to His hands, something will surely happen.  if nothing happens, what can you then do? (this is supposed to be some humor in it) basically it is just trying to say that all i needed to do is to trust and rest in God, for something sure is to happen.  so i contacted my choir instructor earlier and told her that i wanted to try for syf.  she was cool with it.  so here i am, never giving up, perserving until i see the full salvation of God in my life.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111313779562411833?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111313779562411833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111313779562411833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111313779562411833' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111199709904929484</id><published>2005-03-28T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T16:04:59.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CJC (Catholic Junior College) did not call me regarding my appeal, which that effectively means that my application is a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy. I am not sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended my first Math lecture of the year.  I felt that I made the wrong decision in choosing Math. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Math is not my forte. I am taking it not because I like it, but just that it would open more routes for me in University.  And since I can do Math, so why not, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My lecturer was going throught with us the topics that we would cover.  Topics like differentiaton, integration, probability (I thank God that for E Math O Levels last year this topic did not come out at all), permutation and combination (For the entire A Math life, I managed to do P&amp;C once. That is only during the O Levels.  More than contented) and many terrorising A Math topic.  So for the first time, I am going to try it out on my own, without my tutor. Sounds pretty dangerous, but I felt that at this point in time, I have to be independent already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111199709904929484?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111199709904929484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111199709904929484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111199709904929484' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111199651278273535</id><published>2005-03-28T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T15:55:12.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after working for a week and 2 days, it definitely gives me the right to make the following comparison.&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WORK AND STUDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I would have to wake up at 5.45am every morning, shower, take a cup of hot drink and head out to school. The Boon Lay Station forever seems to be crowded.  What more to say about the bus interchange. Howver, when I work, I wake up an hour later, really an hour later or more, shower, take a hot drink and then head to the office.  Using my previous job as an example, leaving the house at 7.50am would enable me to reach my office an hour later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. While working, I would be able to collect a copy of Today Newspaper, read in the train without feeling heavy in my head (I don't know if this is any sickness or whatever, but when i read too early in the morning, my head does swell internally). For studying, I have no newspaper to read (I would not want to bring ST up the train and seek attention by opening the newspaper widely).  And then I would have to spend time after school to read the papers, or my GP results would be at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. While schooling, I would have to attend morning assembly every day.  During the whole 3-4 minutes, I feel that I am jsut standing there like a statue, not singing the national anthem or reciting the pledge, unlike the other patriotic students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enough of complaining about school.  While working, I have flexible eating time.  Or rather 'flexible' meal time. I would be able to eaty as and when I like, but not too often of course.  In college, though I have longer and more breaks, should I feel hungry during the lessons, too bad. In JJC (Jurong Junior College), the hall, classrooms and lecture theatres are all air-conditioned. Hence, it makes one feel hungrier if he/she is cold (matabolic rates speed up to produce heat internally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Should I get bullied by my boss, there is no one I can go to except to complain to my colleagues, and of course they can't do much other than offering a listening ear.  While in school, if the teacher punishes me wrongly, I still have my parents as a backing, or what the chinese call them as 'kao shan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sometimes, to ease the trouble of having to decide what clothes to wear, uniforms are the best solutions.  Honestly, when I was working, the first few days I tried to dress to the nicest, since that was the only time for me to show off.  And when it came to the later part of the week, I realised that I, with many other women in the world, started asking ourselves, "What shall I wear?"  When schooling, we can keep all our nice clothings for the weekend, since everyone's going to be the same from Monday to Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So towards the end, though there are somethings that I like in working, there are also aspect that I like in schools.  Here, I suggest that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Schools should start later to cater to the needs of students like me. The ideal time is 9 or 10am.  I do not mind if we have to go home in the evening or night.  Sleep is essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Apparently I can only think of one suggestion.  I don't believ that the education system is flawless*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111199651278273535?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111199651278273535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111199651278273535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111199651278273535' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111139798091513476</id><published>2005-03-21T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T17:39:40.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my quote of the day from a fellow friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's ok to kiss a fool. It's ok to let a fool kiss you. But never let a kiss fool you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111139798091513476?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111139798091513476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111139798091513476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111139798091513476' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111110982969834732</id><published>2005-03-18T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T09:37:09.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since cynthia tagged that i had not been blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i woke up late, hence i missed a copy of today's newspaper. the mrt ride became boring then. =( i shall take legal action against Mediacorp - Today, for failing to issue me a copy. When i can't read, my english grades will sufffer. And then my future is at stake. US$1 000 000 compensation is excellent. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that i am dreaming every night. probably it's because of the day's work, that triggers my brain to even function in the night. guess what? i dreamt about my posting results. i dreamt that i was posted to saint andrews junior college (SAJC). absolutely out of the point, since i did not choose the school. but nevertheless, i accepted it in jesus' name. =) haha. it was 2-ish 3 when i woke up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111110982969834732?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111110982969834732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111110982969834732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111110982969834732' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-111016224060628498</id><published>2005-03-07T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T21:47:38.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The World's Shortest Testimonial of the Century&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement has been a highly determined student and a tireless servant for the school. He has been involved heavily in Scous, with the rank of Patrol Leader and Scouts Secretary and later the Boys' Brigade, having attained the rank of Staff Sergeant. He has also been in the Student Council Exco, having been the Secretary there as well. He has achieved an NYAA Bronze in 2004 and taken part in the NE Quiz in 2002 and the inter-school deabtes in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrections:&lt;br /&gt;1. I received my NYAA Bronze in 2003, and then Silver in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;2. It is not that i am a tireless servant. I was a slave at that time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-111016224060628498?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111016224060628498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/111016224060628498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111016224060628498' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110942988926381434</id><published>2005-02-26T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T22:58:09.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after not touching any math for 3 months, i am beginning to forget basic caluclation. something which i could do mentally in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: you should return $31.60 to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother: count properly. $29.10 plus $1.70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yes, it correct. $31.60, not $30.80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met my econs tutor on the way home yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: if i go to a jc, i will take up econs. if not econs will be my opportunity cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutor: (giggles)good. at least you have learnt something through this first three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazingly, i've scored 16/25 for my virgin econs essay. the whole class said that the lecturer was in love with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110942988926381434?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110942988926381434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110942988926381434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110942988926381434' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110939371833511566</id><published>2005-02-26T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T12:55:18.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all the best to all 2004 o level students receiving your results on monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110939371833511566?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110939371833511566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110939371833511566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110939371833511566' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110856308231811063</id><published>2005-02-16T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:11:22.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well, my principal announced over the PA system this afternoon that she wanted to have a talk with all the PU1 students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 1 to girl 2: (i happened to walk past them) hey! you see! we can't leave now! the school gate is locked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned around and saw the truth. for the first time, the school main gate is locked! this school is REALLY getting smarter now. by doing so, they can prevent students from running away from the principal's harangue. thanks to us, the school has finally PRGORESSED. from students using fake names if they are late in the morning and to this now. *clap clap for the school* (yeah....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110856308231811063?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110856308231811063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110856308231811063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110856308231811063' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110769235991280314</id><published>2005-02-06T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:19:19.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i must start to censor some information that i type in here, to fit the eye of my 11 and 15 year old cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have started to terrorise me with people like cynthia, priscilla, stephaine and priya, since they are in my friends' link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall get a password and ban the both of the from entering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110769235991280314?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110769235991280314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110769235991280314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110769235991280314' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110758002539504875</id><published>2005-02-05T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T13:07:05.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ms tan boon hwee was so kind this morning. she messaged me to tell me that this coming tuesday, outram would be having it's new year concert at 9.20am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it, how time flies so fast. last year i was the emcess for the new year concert. and of course, i had no choice but to reluctantly speak in mandrain in some part. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is also a message to all. this is to inform you to go back to school to bless your teachers. ah, finally i am going back as an ex-outramian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110758002539504875?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110758002539504875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110758002539504875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110758002539504875' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110725153954595107</id><published>2005-02-01T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T17:52:19.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>slowly i am beginning to miss outram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i miss taking 2 buses to school.&lt;br /&gt;2. i miss sms-ing both cynthia and priscilla that i would be taking the train to school and hence, we share cab together.&lt;br /&gt;3. i miss hitting cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;4. i miss collecting money and terrorising cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;5. i miss bargaining with the bookshop lady.&lt;br /&gt;6. i miss the malay store chicken on tuesdays and thrusdays.&lt;br /&gt;7. i miss the wednesdays prawn noodles.&lt;br /&gt;8. i miss complaining to miss lau on how wrong her comprehension answers are.&lt;br /&gt;9. i miss mrs law's "i kill you arh!"&lt;br /&gt;10. i miss the number one terrorist - aunty helen.&lt;br /&gt;11. i miss being forced to sing the national anthem. currently, i feel that i am as good as a foreigner. i don't sing the national anthem and don't recite the pledge. needless to say the institute song as well. but like who cares?&lt;br /&gt;12. i miss having to greet principals like 2-3 times when we greet her softly. now, i don't even greet them when they greet us in the morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;13. i miss climbing up 6 storeys.&lt;br /&gt;14. i miss sitting in the classroom for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;15. i miss mass recess.&lt;br /&gt;16. i miss rushing and feeling stressed for recess. my breaks now are 45 minutes each. after 20-25 minutes, i would feel so lost.&lt;br /&gt;17. i miss HOT CHICK! like who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;18. i miss having to assemble in the hall after recess. and then we'll make the teacher-in-charge of dismissing the classes very angry. especially ms ang.&lt;br /&gt;19. i miss using the smelly phone to call for teachers. right, that is gross.&lt;br /&gt;20. i miss listening to ms ang's accent. "school, please STARN." "i would catamount (tantemount) that to cheating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss so many things in outram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110725153954595107?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110725153954595107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110725153954595107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110725153954595107' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110698472611031029</id><published>2005-01-29T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T15:45:26.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what can be more demoralising then seeing some of your goo friends that you have made, are withdrawing from school. when i asked my ex classmates if there are students withdrawing in their jc, their replies were no. probably that's the difference between a JC and CI. and afterall, who will want to stay in a school where the rules are SO strict, canteen is too small, OHP is broken and the whole school is old? sometimes, i feel like withdrawing myself as well.and i will not be shocked if i will be down for detention next friday. yesterday was as good as no lesons for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-9am: History teacher is absent.&lt;br /&gt;9-9.45: Break.&lt;br /&gt;9.45-10.30: Skipped Econs tutorial. And yesterday was the first time that my econs tutor took attendance! just when i was absent.&lt;br /&gt;10.30-12noon: Skipped GP lecture. Left school with 6 other friends to watch Electra.&lt;br /&gt;12-12.45pm: Chinese. Was already in the cinema. And of course my chinese teacher knows about it. 9 of us were missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we have decided, that if we need to attend detention class, we shall talk and laugh for an hour. afterall, 3 hours of liberty in exchange of 1 hour back to the school is still worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110698472611031029?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110698472611031029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110698472611031029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110698472611031029' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110655325437415050</id><published>2005-01-24T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T15:54:14.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love this picture very very much that i think that i shall not resize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110655325437415050?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110655325437415050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110655325437415050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110655325437415050' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110637125251748221</id><published>2005-01-22T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T13:20:52.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mrs sandra zou is now the level head of english (acting), replacing ms lau. oh dear, poor her. she would have a very streesful year ahead, just like ms lau last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110637125251748221?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110637125251748221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110637125251748221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110637125251748221' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110586269550975656</id><published>2005-01-16T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T16:04:55.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this was the incident that i talked about last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indian man: hi. i would just take a bit of your time. i'm doing some charity work actually.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh sorry, i am not interested. (in the normal tone)&lt;br /&gt;indian man: oh not interested? you sounded very rude you know.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh ok. (walks off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?! so what if i'm rude? you are asking me for a favour. but i was extremely sure that i was not rude at this point in time. like who was he to tell me off, just because i wasn't interested? probably i sounded a little more stern. but for him saying that i was rude TOTALLY puts me off. my friend told me that he 'harassed' and gave her sarcastic comments whenshe refused to buy those tickets from him. he should just get sacked. if he approaches me again and history repeats, i'm calling his company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110586269550975656?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110586269550975656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110586269550975656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110586269550975656' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110579650440023903</id><published>2005-01-15T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T21:41:44.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some other days i shall blog about something disgusting that happened to me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today it was the cca open house. i was persuaded by amin to go. i wasn't excited. not until i called sudhan when i left my house, then i felt the excitement. it would be a time when the sec 1 have to make a serious consideration of who they want to be with for the next four years. something which i regretted that i did not do properly, as i was being forced by my mother's decision. probably i would be happier at that time if i were in the cca chosen by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rushed my way down to outram, to be greeted by some of my ex-schoolmates at the doorstep. i walked into the school, felt the blasting music enterng my ears. and as i proceeded further, smiles from everyone warmed my heart. how 'home' feeling i experienced as i walked around the school and saw familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically that was the summary of what happened today. and the most fulfilling task i completed was to meet ms lim, and to greet her HOT CHICK. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ms seow is leaving for new york. too bad i would be sending her off. though there were times when i did not enjoy her art lessons, but towards the end, she was more than a teacher. she joked along with us, and with her famous "talk to my hand" reply to me. or at one stage, she ignored me. alright, i was pretty rude to her after that. can't remember what was the reason that caused her to talk to me again. well well, women are strange creatures. not humans. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110579650440023903?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110579650440023903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110579650440023903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110579650440023903' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110536450330375956</id><published>2005-01-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:41:43.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was so fun today. first we had our literature lesson. my teacher was asking us about what we knew about shakesphere. and of course, one of the first few answers were that he was gay. my teacher cannot prove it totally, though they are speculations about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon came P.E. and my naughty friend and i, together with another girl, skipped P.E. we went to the library instead. we hid inside there, joked and laughed. and of course we did study. we opened the redundnt SAT book and tried a few math question. and so we still managed to answer them correctly even though we have not touched math for 2 months. but basically, it was thrilling to know that you were escaping lesson, something that you can't do in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with our skipped P.E. lesson and our break, we had a total of 1.5 hours of free time today! just purely laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boring econs came. we cepat cepat for the back seat. and 5 of us started becoming writer. each of us had to contribute a sentence to make up a story. we had a clean and PG story until 2 SJI boys came along. he joined it, as well as one PLMGS girl. the 2 extremely horny SJI boys started adding in dirty stuff, which the story became NC-16. the both of them continued showing their wild hormones, and so did i. so the story progressed to a rating of R21. so in the end, it was an extremely dirty story, with a sex-filled plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward for tomorrow, where the econs and GP lectures occur. the story shall continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110536450330375956?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110536450330375956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110536450330375956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110536450330375956' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110515911804266255</id><published>2005-01-08T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T12:38:38.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ms marilyn ang gave me a shock by sending me a text message this morning. she told me that she needed 5 english TYS, and asked me to help her get it from the ex students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while later, she messaged me again and told me that she needed 50, not 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is a call to all. IF YOU HAVE YOUR ENGLISH TYS AND DO NOT NEED IT, KINDLY BRING IT TO SCHOOL AND DROP IT IN MISS ANG'S PIGEON HOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110515911804266255?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110515911804266255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110515911804266255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110515911804266255' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110499715899505954</id><published>2005-01-06T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T15:39:18.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the feeling is weird, sitting in a lecuture theatre with 100 over students. some students talk, read magazines or play with their handphones (by the way, handphone is illegal in my school). and these students usually sit at the back of the lecture theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in primary/secondary school, you get to sit in the classroom the whole day, and let the teachers do the walking. now, all of us have to do the walking. from the media resource room, to lecture theatre 1, then to the second one etc. and there would usualy be a big jam along the stairways.so i am in 05A2, taking lit, hist and econs. *the 4-D number to buy this week is 0512*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my history teacher, who happens to be my home tutor as well, told us the history of sani ultama, which we found it rather amuing. (if i didn't get the spelling right, the person is actually the founder of singapura)S.U. (for short form) was the grandson of a mermaid. S.U.'s father was a king. one day he decided to explore what was inside the sea. so he created an air bubble which transported him into the water. when he reached the sea-bed, he opened the bubble and realised that he still managed to breathe. he saw a beautiful princess, who was the daughter of the king of the sea. S.U.'s father married the mermaid, and had 3 children. the youngest child was S.U. feeling bored after spending 12 years in the sea, he returned to land, only to realise that 12 years in sea was equivalant to 12 mins on land. S.U. wanted to know who his father was. so he left the sea, went onto land to hunt for his father. his ship faced stormy waters during its travel. (familiar ain't it?) so he threw down his crown to prove to he is the prince of the sea. and the water was calm again. this was her point on how history can be distorted, and most importantly, interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't imagine that my GP teacher was teaching an english-related subject. he would probably be better of teaching mathematics or science. he was briefing the class on the format of the GP paper. so he told us,"so since there are so much questions here, all of you should have no problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese teacher was boring. the worksheet on some chinese idoms she gave us was so tough. those at the back of the class were talking all the way. i was alone. nobody i knew was in that class. my OG members were not there too. =( it was a misery.tomorrow there'll be lit lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that it would be interesting. *i place high hopes on that*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110499715899505954?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110499715899505954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110499715899505954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110499715899505954' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110467200720669401</id><published>2005-01-02T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:20:07.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;from tomorrow onwards, i would have to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wake up at 5.45 AM! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;before i sleep every night, set 2 alarm clocks. one is my handphone, the other is my own personal clock. the alarm is something ientical to the traditional school bells. (RING!!!!!!) and several times, i woke up and got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;brush my teeth faster and shower faster. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;drink a cup of cold milk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;be out of the house by 6.30 AM! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;take bus 77 to school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;return from school at don't know what time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have my shower and dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;do my homeowork. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all because..... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCHOOL'S STARTING TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110467200720669401?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110467200720669401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110467200720669401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110467200720669401' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110414313596187651</id><published>2004-12-27T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T18:25:35.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will kill dion the next time i see him. this is a public announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his &lt;em&gt;blurness&lt;/em&gt; has wasted $2 of my pocket money and wasted ALL my time. it is the same for priscilla. poor us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting in a week's time. i would have to reluctantly wake up at 5+ 6 AM in the morning, take the bus (i think the journey is quite long), go and attend all those lectures and take a long ride home. but not so bad, i am going to school with amin. and if ragavan is going to school with amin, then the 3 of us will go to school together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine, ragavan used to be from the same primary as me. same secondary school then, and same institue for the first three months. pray hard that we will not get the same college, uni or even wife! not because i hate him, but it's quite scary. actually i don't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyn-thia is finally no longer the jobless girl. hence she is not online now. lilian is working at some travel agency. shall meet her there one day. steph is working at don't know where. cheryl is wokring at the airport. pris is the only jobless girl. poor things. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110414313596187651?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110414313596187651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110414313596187651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110414313596187651' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110317600145030071</id><published>2004-12-16T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T13:50:08.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF1817.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the lavendar farm in melbourne. lavendar is not just purple in colour, but there are also other colours too. and essential oil can be drawn from the flowers through fractional distillation. a revision for chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF1825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the strawberry farm. suddenly, it was raining. so i had to take out my hood from my jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF1837.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our combined efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF1858.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old italian car which had many pairs of eyes fixed on it. i wonder if the people were looking at me or looking at the car. i was afraid that i may have to push that car along the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF1859.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new zeland, a land of 60 million sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF1905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new zeland, a land of 60 million sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nice scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a contradiction. it's summer, but there is snow at the mountian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my sister, i have tons of these waterfall pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world's most exciting shot over jet. the boat travls at 80km/h in still water. (V&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;B/w&lt;/span&gt; = 80km/h)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can do this in those ang moh countries. in singapore, you'll get dog and cat shit on your body. in china, you'll get salivary amylase on your body after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh! it is a rainbow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travelled for 6 hours just to see one miserable piece of glacier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world's best and my favourite airline. unlike air china, it is so good that it brings you to the sea and not the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my british airways business class seat. i sat at the upper deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2299.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truly flat bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/clemmy_clem/DSCF2281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110317600145030071?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110317600145030071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110317600145030071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110317600145030071' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110301520205754352</id><published>2004-12-14T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:06:42.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall be like cyn-thia, talk about my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/11/2004&lt;br /&gt;i was in the airport in the evening. and i was being upgraded from the economy class to the better business class. i had a 180 degrees flat bed. and during the flight, i slept for 2 hours! there was so much of food to eat. i was so full. they had a 3 course dinner. and unlike the economy class, they served the salad, main course and desert one by one. my long bed was 4 windows worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/12/2004&lt;br /&gt;we reached the airport early in the morning. we tried to check into the hotel, but no rooms were available. so my family and i tried to sleep at the reception area. there came the china people talking at the top of their voices. oh my gosh. that was so irritating. couldn't sleep at all. i think they were all deaf. so in the afternoon we went to the factory outlets. in the end, i had nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/12/2004&lt;br /&gt;went for a tour. it was not too bad. the seats were comfortable. went to lavendar farm to see how stuff like essential oil were mnufactured. after that we went to pluck strawberries from a farm. it was so fun. yet it was raining at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/12/2004&lt;br /&gt;in the morning we went to queen victoria market. brought some fruits like peaches etc. they were so cheap.continued shopping. the clothes in australia were so expensive. caught a flight to christchurch in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/12/2004&lt;br /&gt;checked in to the hotel at around 1 plus. our fruits were confiscated by the new zeland immigration. some of my hardwork strawberries that i plucked were gone too. new zeland has a channel that shows some advertisment for sex in the middle of the night. how disgusting. however, they showed american idol season 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/12/2004&lt;br /&gt;shopping day. i love the store called hallenstein. everything there is nice and cheap. i wished i could bring the shop back to singapore. anyway, if there is a shop in singapore, i would be their loyal customer. too bad they don't give any loyalty awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/12/2004&lt;br /&gt;another shopping day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/12/2004&lt;br /&gt;we went to dundedin. i think the driver does not know how to drive. he made me vomit twice. that's a record breaking. after that we went out to the sea to see some wildlife. the sea was so choppy. i vomitted again, twice. all thanks to the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/12/2004&lt;br /&gt;today we went to queenstown. 4 hours journey. throughout all the travelling, we saw alot of mountains and sheep. i read from somewhere that there are a total of 60 million sheep in new zeland. if the sheep have the ability to fight, i think they would be able to chase out all the new zelanders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/12/2004&lt;br /&gt;a total of 10 hours travelling on the road just to see mountains in the sea as well as waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;109/12/204&lt;br /&gt;the best day in new zeland. my sister and i took the shotover jet. it was so thrilling and so fun. i shall post the picture up one day. after that we took a gondola, something like the cable car. not too bad. we managed to see the overview of queenstown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/12/2004&lt;br /&gt;on the road again. we were heading to fox glacier. and so we travelled for many many hours just to see one miserable piece of glacier. and it was SOOOOO cold there. on our journey up, there was a candian guy. he was talking to me and he said that he would be going to asia earlier next year. he asked if it was safe to go to places like china and vietnam, since they are communist. and he was uncertain if he would be killed there. haha. it was so funny. communist = killing him.  and when i told him that i was from singapore, he asked if i lived in the town or outskirts of the city. and in the bus, there was a highly possibe china man. he was taking pictures of everything, including the sea and the bridges that we crossed. it as if china has no china or bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/12/2004&lt;br /&gt;today we went back to christchurch. on our way to the train station, there came the china man again. his surname is &lt;em&gt;hua. &lt;/em&gt;it sounds like flower. haha. when we were in the train, there was a bunch of teenagers, from some foreign country talking so loudly in the train. it irritated so many passengers. i think they are from russia, another communist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/12/2004&lt;br /&gt;last day in christchurch. we saw quite a number of singapore families along our whole tour. i ate an ice cream, and it was freezing! our rooms were so big. it was a suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/12/2004&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 3 am new zeland time which is 10pm singapore time to rush for my flight to melbourne at 6.45am! i was dead tired, i did not even eat my breakfast. i slept throughout. the worst part arrived. i had to wait for 8 hours to connect my british airways flight back to singapore. all of us were arguing that we wanted a seat outside. so at melbourne airport, my fatehr went to ask the british airways counter if there were any seats available. so the lady told us to wait. after that she came back and told us that she got better seats for us. to my surprise, it was seat number 60! i thought we were thrown all the way back. but it stated J-class, Club World. that is business class! so i took business class back again. haha. so happy. one of the stewardess called my sister mrs ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall post the pictures soon. i have a photobucket already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110301520205754352?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110301520205754352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110301520205754352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110301520205754352' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110130097215618653</id><published>2004-11-24T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T20:56:12.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised that hot chick's description was the longest of all. i think she deserves the award for leaving the greatest impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry is specially delicated to cheryl, especially when she moves on to her next step of education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: cheryl...don't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl: i'm not sleeping. &lt;em&gt;(when in fact she is)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the old excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new one is,&lt;br /&gt;teacher: cheryl...don't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl: shhh... AMEN! teacher i was praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapted from someone else's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110130097215618653?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110130097215618653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110130097215618653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110130097215618653' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110127693680069374</id><published>2004-11-24T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T14:15:36.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me gossip about all my outram teachers here, since i cannot go out due to my sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEC 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Leet - form teacher. the very motherly one. she was fierce to us, just like any other lower sec classes. we did complain amongst ourselves that she was biased towards the girls, which was true. her english lesson were boring, especially the grammar lessons. "welcome to the wonderful world of.....grammar!" she would tell us. and we would respond with a big sigh. her literature lessons were interesting, though nearly half the class were asleep. not forgetting that i used to get 18/20 or 23/25 for her lit essays. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Tan- She has her weapon, the metal ruler. she is extremely high-tech too. Every chinese lesson has a powerpoint presentation to go along. nothing much to talk about her, since i hardly pay attention to her lessons. all my workbook's answers were copied. nothing surpringing, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kumar - taught us only for 6 months. not too bad. he teaching was clear, though he had that indian accent with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Heng - the worst math teacher in my entire life and of the century. from an A1 to a F9, with 9/50 for one of my CAs. for half a year, we had only 1 pathetic math homework. and not forgetting she taught zhan hao's math textbook to fly when she threw it down from the third storey and it nearly crashed into the principal's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr krishnan - his science lessons were ok, but it can be scary as well. his chair-drill was successful in every class he took, until we came. his PMSes can even be worst than ms lau wan sze. when you cannot answer his question, you would just have to stand at the corner to be a 'wall flower'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms seow - the self-proclaimed empress dowager. art lessons were.... alright. just that she always complained that i bitched at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr yeo - he should retire before even coming to outram.  i failed my d&amp;t, all thanks to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms wong - the nicest home economics teacher, of which i had a small argument with her, and she became angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr tan - the oldest pe teacher around. easy and fun to bully. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEC 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Leet - she was still the form teacher. everyone complained that her lit lessons were boring. but i found it rather interesting and paid careful attention to it. my favourite play that we learnt was the rumored '&lt;em&gt;lesbian&lt;/em&gt;' ah-ma play. i told her upteen times that i wanted to get into combination b. she was excited for me as well. till today, we are still in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Tan - nothing much to say about her. the same old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kumar - "when i retire next time, i would open a clinic to help patients suffering from insomia." whenever he started to teach, everyone would start to doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Krishnan - lessons were getting more interesting with the index number game. i saw another side of him when he was desperately helping those sutdents with 47-49 marks for their exam to push it up to 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo - nothing to say. give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Paul - mrs leet warned us not to call her ms paul, as it may make her sound like a man. but ironically, ms pal herself asked us to call her that. she was the lady who had a fetish of asking the boys to eat spices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms seow - she labelled me as her 'bitch boys'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr teo - the no joke and no fun to bully pe teacher. running is his favourite, but apparently not ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEC 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms De Silva - apparently my mum doesn't really like her. i don't know why. her biology class was another boring lesson for us. we used to make fun of her &lt;em&gt;-censored-&lt;/em&gt;. you know what, i know what. haha.&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;there were several misunderstanding between us. but it soon cleared. i don't know how it became a misunderstanding too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Grace Low - my favourite english teacher. the mc queen too. "who is coming in next?" "mrs low." whee! a time of fun, laughter and jokes. dirty ones in fact. there was once she gave us a 'biology enrichment' on how to give birth. that took 30 minutes. i hated her newspaper clippings. every week, 3. it was boring and tiring to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Tan - same old boring but caring teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Low Khiok Ghee - the cutest teacher. not because of her height, but because of her SMILE! be in sweet or sour, she would too smile at us. her teaching was needless to say, good. she taught us how to do matrix problem sum within 5 minutes. if people like cheryl can even understand, ms low is really something. haha. however, people at the back, which i am guilty of, always ended up copying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Koh - the potassium hydroxide. his notes are everything to him. his lessons = free period, if you do not let him catch you. the WORST physics teacher. all agree with two hands up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Freyja - my FAVOURITE chemistry teacher. a bimbotic one. the founder of the bo-bo club. though i always failed her tests, but towards the exams, i passed. she really drilled us with chemical formulae and bonding, for one particular person. till today, i still miss her alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr derick wong - another digressor. i think he is the reason for our down-fall in a math. we always had to copy notes from the transparency. it was just like his history/social studies lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms tan - another cute teacher. (it seems that all cute teachers are short) geography is boring. and sometimes ms tan made it even more boring. map-reading is still a no no for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr ooi - constantly trying to push the class to achieve higher, when in fact, half the class slept through his lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms lau wan sze - she took over mrs low and taught us english. she was a nice person, still is now. just that her voice may even chase cows home. everyday dressing something different, the classroom seemed to be the ground for 'outram next top model'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEC 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ooi - form teacher. pc and form teacher's period = free period for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Tan - 4 years of teaching. though i'm grateful, but i still don't like chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lau - a scarier one now. partly because of her boss too. she was totally lifeless. her diaphragm was extremely well trained that she could scream at us without her face turing red. we would always guess what she was wearing. -censored the details- you know what, i know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lim - the one that failed to control 4/8. in return, the class controlled her. she has the highest number of nicknames we can ever think of, so much that she can enter into the gusiness book of record for the highest number of nicknames. they include our favourite, hot chick, hong-er, xiao-hong, singapore next top model, hong-mei, siew mai and chief digressor. she always complained that i digressed in her lessons. which in fact, she was the one who started it first. her explanation were so-so, can do. but the thing that made her different from the other teachers were her scarsam and her make-fun of students. she made fun of students like cynthia (cyn-thia), elvi and myself. in the end, she was constantly bombed by the class. we always greeted her,"Good morning HOT CHICK!" her menopause days are not fun to be with. she would for no reason scold us. there was once she was sick, and she talked very little and she made fun of no students. soon, when she was getting better, she started to made fun of everyone in class. we all knew that she was well already, or even healther than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Law - the nanny. always telling us lame joke. during the lunar seventh month, she told us "why are you all so noisy? i hope that there is no uninvited guest here." but some methods she taught us to memorise was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee - thanks God for SPA. it was only SPA that mr lee saw how screwed our pratical skills were. hence, he became our physics teacher. always boasting about how smart he was, his lessons were clear and he was patient in his teaching too. his teaching was great, so great that even chong jun can understand. once chong jun can understood, the other 41 would have understand (long ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wong - the biology teacher who does not appear to be like a teacher. he and i, nothing much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho - giving us some funny pe lessons, and in the end we still asked for captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khew - taught us for a few months. he did not allow me to jump, be the defender or catcher for captain's ball. i felt that i was as good as a handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan - lessons were as boring as ever. in the end, either checking my phone or allowing my mind to wander to wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best teacher to play and joke with is : Ms Lim Siew Hong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teacher with the best teaching skills : Ms Freyja (this is a useless contest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110127693680069374?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110127693680069374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110127693680069374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110127693680069374' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110109120508019366</id><published>2004-11-22T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T10:40:05.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/bimbostic/specs2_maia2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a nice picture of maia! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110109120508019366?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110109120508019366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110109120508019366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110109120508019366' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110095480109842662</id><published>2004-11-20T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T20:46:41.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks to cynthia, my queen is in my blog now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAIA'S BEST PERFORMANCE IS IN MY BLOG NOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE ANTI-SLYVESTER FAN CLUB HAS EXPANDED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HORRAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE WELCOME OUR NEW MEMBER, MUNA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHE IS THE SECRETARY OF MY CLUB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOGETHER AS A TEAM, WE WILL WORK TOGETHER TO ELIMINATED SLYVESTER AND WILL PREVENT HIM FROM BECOMING THE SINGAPORE IDOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SLYVESTER SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110095480109842662?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110095480109842662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110095480109842662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110095480109842662' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110086920785788665</id><published>2004-11-19T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T21:00:25.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SLYVESTER MUST NEVER EVER BE THE FIRST SINGAPORE IDOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY CLUB WOULD CURSE HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110086920785788665?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110086920785788665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110086920785788665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110086920785788665' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110031683331161964</id><published>2004-11-13T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T11:33:53.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nov 13, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exam error: Students reassured&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN ERROR that slipped into a question in this year's GCE O-level Biology exam paper is being looked into by the exam-setters, who promise that no student will be disadvantaged because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Biology Paper 2 - which several thousand students sat for on Wednesday - the accompanying graph for a four-part structured question was incorrectly drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the four parts to Question 2, carrying seven out of 11 marks, were affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ministry of Education spokesman, responding to queries from The Straits Times, said the paper was set by the University of Cambridge Local Examinations Syndicate (UCLES) - which has assured MOE that 'no candidate will be disadvantaged because of the error'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question centred on how the diameter of the pupil in the human eye varied in relation to its distance from a light source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graph showed the diameter of the pupil decreasing the farther away it was from the light source. This baffled students, who pointed out that the converse is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, school officials and parents have expressed confidence in UCLES' assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Mrs K. Saratha, whose daughter Sandya sat for the paper: 'My daughter came home a bit flustered after the paper... I am glad that the examiners have given the assurance.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At The Chinese High, where 253 students sat for the paper, spokesman Yap Meen Sheng said that 'all the students spotted the mistake very early on in the paper and pointed it out to the invigilator during the exam, but they were told to continue doing the paper'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He added: 'They were later given the assurance that MOE would look into the matter and they would not be penalised.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOE has also forwarded to UCLES feedback it has received regarding one question in the multiple-choice Biology Paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the options offered appeared to be equally correct, some students have complained. The MOE spokesman said the ministry is awaiting a response from UCLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adapted from The Straits Times, 13.11.2004&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110031683331161964?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110031683331161964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110031683331161964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110031683331161964' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-110017202234678561</id><published>2004-11-11T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T19:20:22.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i was at orchard earlier on, i saw ms lau wan sze (aka screaming mother) at wisma. i think she was on her way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms lau: shouldn't you be at home studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clement: oh, you have a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms lau: (doing this expression) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-110017202234678561?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110017202234678561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/110017202234678561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110017202234678561' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-109964543145031108</id><published>2004-11-05T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T17:03:51.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have not been blogging for a week already. and surprisingly this time, cyn-thia (aka sour plum, CCFC [cynthia cheng from china], shi1 mei4) did not complain or mention about anything that i have not been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week of o levels is over. let me reflect about the papers.&lt;br /&gt;the tough part of social studies was the decontexualised sourced-based question. that caused alot of us to be not able to complete the whole paper. this type of question requires you to think alot with the limited sources given. english paper was not as tough as i thought it would be. managed to do the compre and summary without much difficulty. and the o level compre is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEFINITELY MUCH EASIER THAN OUR SCHOOL PRELIMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! section b for physics was not exactly easy. rather strange questions. e maths was rather easy. but i gave up the question on helium atom. the question was confusing. *&lt;em&gt;i hope that cambridge would put a tick for that question, since that made it confusing. so it's their fault for not laying things down properly* &lt;/em&gt;a maths was quite alright. but the question that aches me the most is th binomial. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I KNOW HOW TO DO IT! BUT STRANGELY, I GOT A DECIMAL FOR BOTH N AND B. AND I GOT THE GRAPHY FOR f(X)=5+3COS2x RIGHT. THE AMPLITUDE WAS RIGHT, BUT I FORGOT TO DIVIDE IT BY 2! ARGH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but i am so proud that i managed to do the premutation and combination question correctly this time. i have never ever gotten it right before. *clap clap for clement*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the singapore idol compeition is getting tougher and tougher. due to exams, i forgot to encourage my members to exercise their powers to get rid of slyvester. never mind, i shall do it down here.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLYVESTER MUST GET OUT THIS WEEK! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am now suffering from MMLS. it stands for missing ms lim syndrome. not that i miss her looks or body (she is still our hot chick and the bachlorette towards the end of the day). but i miss her digressions, "send you back to sec 1", "clement! stop digressing!", "cyn-thia, oh dear!" and last but not least, us greeting her, "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD MORNING HOT CHICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-109964543145031108?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/109964543145031108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/109964543145031108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109964543145031108' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-109896035668744672</id><published>2004-10-28T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T18:45:56.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. after much anticipation, especially cyn-thia, i am finally going to upload the pictures taken in school. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/bimbostic/8247cdcd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing outram sec sch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/bimbostic/f5983864.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our favourite digressing hot chick, aka hong-er, xiao hao, the bachelorette, singapore next top model, hong-mei... she knew that we would doing funny actions on top of her head. so she tried to escpe. but thanks to raja, her plans were smashed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/bimbostic/d01a0faa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite founder of the bo-bo club. "I'll make you draw, you draw and draw and draw." though i have seen her for the longest time ever, she is still as bimbotic as ever. indeed she is worthy to be the bo-bo club founder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/bimbostic/348094e0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with our chinese opera singer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/bimbostic/05fb3052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture with the vice principal. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/bimbostic/b4d78c3c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's have a game here. whoever can find the world most disgusting person (by the way, he has been labelled by the gusiness books of record for being the world most disgusting person), he/she would get a prize from me. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/bimbostic/43ba93cb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class's favourite past time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/bimbostic/6432cc69.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting, with mummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/bimbostic/afe79c9c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, with my daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-109896035668744672?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/109896035668744672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/109896035668744672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109896035668744672' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-109851830610562994</id><published>2004-10-23T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T15:58:26.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a tribute to maia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAZY IN LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro - Jay Z]&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;It's so crazy right now!&lt;br /&gt;Most incredibly, it's ya girl, Bee,&lt;br /&gt;It's ya boy, young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro - Beyonce:]&lt;br /&gt;You ready?&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro - Jay Z]&lt;br /&gt;Yea, history in the making,&lt;br /&gt;Part 2, it's so crazy right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1 - Beyonce]&lt;br /&gt;I look and stare so deep in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I touch on you more and more every time,&lt;br /&gt;When you leave I'm begging you not to go,&lt;br /&gt;Call your name two or three times in a row,&lt;br /&gt;Such a funny thing for me to try to explain,&lt;br /&gt;How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz I know I don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;Just how your love your doing no one else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Beyonce]&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now (in love)&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now (your touch)&lt;br /&gt;Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Got me hoping you'll save me right now&lt;br /&gt;Looking so crazy in love's,&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love.&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2 - Beyonce]&lt;br /&gt;When I talk to my friends so quietly,&lt;br /&gt;Who he think he is? Look at what you did to me,&lt;br /&gt;Tennis shoes, don't even need to buy a new dress,&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't there ain't nobody else to impress,&lt;br /&gt;The way that you know what I thought I knew,&lt;br /&gt;It's the beat my heart skips when I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;But I still don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;Just how the love your doing no one else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Beyonce]&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now (oh crazy)&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch (you're in love)&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now (love!)&lt;br /&gt;Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss (hey!)&lt;br /&gt;Got me hoping you'll save me right now&lt;br /&gt;Looking so crazy in love's, (hey)&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Looking so crazy in love's,&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3 - Jay Z (Beyonce)]&lt;br /&gt;Check it, let's go&lt;br /&gt;Young Hov y'all know when the flow is loco,&lt;br /&gt;Young B and the R-O-C, uh oh, (oh)&lt;br /&gt;Ol' G, big homie, the one and only,&lt;br /&gt;Stick bony, but the pocket is fat like Tony, Soprano, (oh no)&lt;br /&gt;The ROC handle like Van Axel,&lt;br /&gt;I shake phoneys man, You can't get next to,&lt;br /&gt;The genuine article I go I do not sing though,&lt;br /&gt;I sling though, If anything I bling yo,&lt;br /&gt;a star like Ringo, roll like ??&lt;br /&gt;Crazy bring ya whole set,&lt;br /&gt;Jay Z in the range, crazy and deranged,&lt;br /&gt;They can't figure them out they like hey is he insane, (oh no)&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir I'm cut from a different cloth,&lt;br /&gt;My texture is the best fur, of chinchilla.&lt;br /&gt;(Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no)&lt;br /&gt;Been dealing with chain smokers,&lt;br /&gt;But how you think I got the name Hova?&lt;br /&gt;(Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no)&lt;br /&gt;I been realer the game's over,&lt;br /&gt;(Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no)&lt;br /&gt;Fall back young, ever since the label changed over&lt;br /&gt;(Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no)&lt;br /&gt;to platinum the game's been wrap, One!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge - Beyonce]&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking, so crazy, my baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm not myself, lately I'm foolish, I don't do this,&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing myself, baby I don't care&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz your love's got the best of me,&lt;br /&gt;And baby you're making a fool of me,&lt;br /&gt;You got me sprung and I don't care who sees,&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz baby you got me, you got me, so crazy baby&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Beyonce]&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's (oh love)&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now (lookin' crazy)&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now&lt;br /&gt;Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss (baby)&lt;br /&gt;Got me hoping you'll save me right now (baby)&lt;br /&gt;Looking so crazy in love's, (whoa!)&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love. (whoa!)&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now (your love)&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now (your touch)&lt;br /&gt;Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Got me hoping you'll save me right now&lt;br /&gt;Looking so crazy in love's,&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just came back from acjc open house. it was super good. acjc is the best college to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-109851830610562994?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/109851830610562994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/109851830610562994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109851830610562994' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-109851749594542446</id><published>2004-10-23T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T15:45:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amin has joined the anti-slyvester fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is my pioneer member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together, our vision, purpose and mission would be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-109851749594542446?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/109851749594542446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/109851749594542446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109851749594542446' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-109851732998148500</id><published>2004-10-23T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T15:42:09.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the anti-slyvester club has been established even if there are objections against it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the founder would never let it fall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;end of story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-109851732998148500?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/109851732998148500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/109851732998148500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109851732998148500' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-109845392142380058</id><published>2004-10-22T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T22:06:37.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;welcome the founder of the anti-slyvester fan club, clement ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have gotten a new member with half an hour of the club's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my assistant founder, sudhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our mission: to condemn slyvester in front of slyvester fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vision: to elminate slyvester off singapore idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purpose: to deliver victims out of slyvester's disgusting charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first person to counsel, lilian loh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-109845392142380058?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/109845392142380058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/109845392142380058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109845392142380058' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-109845269011209085</id><published>2004-10-22T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T21:44:50.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAIA IS OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW CAN THAT BE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SLYVESTER KICKED HER OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I SHALL SET UP A FAN - CLUB, ANTI SLYVESTER FAN CLUB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497511-109845269011209085?l=cl3m3nt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/109845269011209085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497511/posts/default/109845269011209085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cl3m3nt.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109845269011209085' title=''/><author><name>Clement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10683815806506339292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497511.post-109835412786694424</id><published>2004-10-21T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T23:55:40.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this statement that ms lim said on tuesday set my mind thinking for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was scolding chong jun for walking around in class during the A Maths Mock Exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot chick: "Ah! this is a mock exam. why are you walking around?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chong jun: "i asking them how to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot chick: "this is a mock exam. by doing so, you are mocking the teacher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i told gayathiri this this afternoon, she burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms lim, our hot chick, was dressed in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. i called her 'Pinky and the Brain'. and then, she stared hard at me. people hot chick wad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr lee was teaching us centre of gravity today during physics. and he told us the reason why females can wear high heels, but not males. so the reason was, the centre of gravity for women was at the hips, whereas for men, it was at the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sudhan asked gayathiri, "you broke your pair of high heels the other time right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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