<?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-3203784</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:40:30.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Of Irrelevant Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>It's started by us to make a record of all the stuff that we think about, think up and blabber about over cups of murky tequila</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-117169609882518242</id><published>2007-02-16T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:08:18.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An interesting reflection : Slow Down CultureIt's been 18 years since I joined Volvo, a Swedish company. Working forthem has proven to be an interesting experience. Any project here takes 2years to be finalized, even if the idea is simple and brilliant. It's arule.Globalize processes have caused in us (all over the world) a general senseof searching for immediate results. Therefore, we have come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/117169609882518242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/117169609882518242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117169609882518242' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-110275521779949414</id><published>2004-12-11T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T00:53:37.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting into FlowEmotional Intelligence at Its BestBy Dianne SchillingMy baby daughter was napping, my son was at school. On a hastily prepared canvas perched on an easel in the kitchen, I eagerly began to paint -- it was a project I'd been planning for weeks. The time was midmorning -- then, suddenly, it was 2:00 p.m. Somewhere in there I must have tended to the baby, but I don't remember. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/110275521779949414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/110275521779949414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110275521779949414' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-110002315780874552</id><published>2004-11-09T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T09:59:17.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOD HELP AMERICANov 5 2004 (from mirror.co.uk)THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN..THEY say that in life you get what you deserve. Well, today America has deservedly got a lawless cowboy to lead them further into carnage and isolation and the unreserved contempt of most of the rest of the world.This once-great country has pulled up its drawbridge for another four years and stuck a finger up to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/110002315780874552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/110002315780874552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110002315780874552' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-109825962419203672</id><published>2004-10-20T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T01:07:04.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He is the Potter and I am the clayThere was a couple who used to go England to shop in a beautiful antique store. This trip was to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. They both liked antiques and pottery, and especially tea-cups.  Spotting an exceptional cup, they asked "May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them suddenly the tea-cup  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109825962419203672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109825962419203672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109825962419203672' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-109773225180931249</id><published>2004-10-13T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:37:31.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rinatta Paries: Ten Ways to Blow It in a RelationshipWhat do you do when you've attracted a lovely person into your life and now you're terrified you're going to blow it? Or, terrified it's going to end?Arm yourself with the following strategies, and you're sure to blow it in a relationship right from the start.1. Assume the person is your soul mate immediately upon meeting or shortly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109773225180931249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109773225180931249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109773225180931249' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-109767998762152125</id><published>2004-10-13T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T08:06:27.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was written by Andy Rooney from CBS 60 Minutes...Andy Rooney says:As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109767998762152125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109767998762152125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109767998762152125' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-109716761537648100</id><published>2004-10-07T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T09:53:53.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Judging your potential life partnerLove may be blind but you need to be rational when you choose your spouse. Look for jarring habits, and listen early on for the thinking behind what your beloved says.By John BittlestonCommittment to someone for life can be an excruxiatingly long, or short, experience. It depends on two things:(a) whether you approach the lifelong partnership in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109716761537648100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109716761537648100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109716761537648100' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-109676630919899238</id><published>2004-10-02T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T18:18:29.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt;A long article by Sumiko Tan but an interesting read...&gt;&gt;&gt;Driving along Grange Road towards Ngee Ann City one day, my heart hicupped.&gt;On the other side of the road was a car which bore the licence plate of a&gt;former boyfriend. But the vehicle whizzed by too fast for me to see if it&gt;was indeed him inside.  Although that relationship ended on a bad note (he&gt;jilted me) many, many moons ago </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109676630919899238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109676630919899238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109676630919899238' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-109656600792912906</id><published>2004-09-30T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T10:43:47.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love, Lust &amp; Marriage&gt;  LOVE - When your eyes meet across a crowded room.&gt;  LUST - When your tongues meet across a crowded room.&gt;  MARRIAGE - When you lose your child in crowded room.&gt;  LOVE - When intercourse is called 'making love.'&gt;  LUST - When intercourse is called 'screwing.'&gt;  MARRIAGE - What the hell are you talking about?&gt;  LOVE - When you share everything you own.&gt;  LUST - When</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109656600792912906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109656600792912906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109656600792912906' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-109653840881738566</id><published>2004-09-30T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T03:00:08.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Golden Rules For Finding Your Life Partner (by Rabbi Dov Heller, M.A.)  A relationship coach lays out his 5 golden rules for evaluating the prospects of long-term success. Whenit comes to making the decision about choosing a life partner, no one wants to make a mistake.Yet,with a divorce rate of close to 50 percent, itappears that many are making serious mistakes intheir approach to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109653840881738566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109653840881738566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109653840881738566' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-109272990629461217</id><published>2004-08-17T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T01:05:06.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt; &gt;  Subject: FW: Interesting facts u might&gt; &gt;           wanna know&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; * Mosquito repellents don't repel. They hide you. The spray blocks the mosquito's sensors so they don't know you're there.&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; * No piece of paper can be folded in half more than 7 times.&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; * Dentists have recommended that a toothbrush be kept at least 6 feet away from a toilet to avoid airborne </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109272990629461217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109272990629461217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109272990629461217' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-109100783813894114</id><published>2004-07-28T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T02:43:58.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good or bad, hard to sayOnce upon a time, there was a king. The king liked one of his followers very much because he was very wise and always gave very useful advice. Therefore the king took him along wherever he went. One day, the king was bitten by a dog, the finger was injured and the wound was getting worse. He asked the follower if that was a bad sign. The follower said, 'Good or bad, hard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109100783813894114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109100783813894114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109100783813894114' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-109093525882574626</id><published>2004-07-27T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T06:34:18.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Married life 101 AS Singapore's 'brightest' continue to think up ways to boost marriage and birth rates, here's something a helpdesk recently received: 'Dear Tech Support, last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a slowdown in the overall performance, particularly in the flower and jewellery applications that operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0. In addition, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109093525882574626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/109093525882574626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109093525882574626' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-108972373215837160</id><published>2004-07-13T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T06:02:12.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STOP AND PAY ATTENTIONThe shocking fact is that most of us are unconscious of 80% ofwhat we do, think and say. We're not aware of our defenses, ouremotional reactions, our beliefs and deep-seated habits. We're notaware of our fears, negative self-talk and judgments.Why is this so important? Because THESE UNCONSCIOUS FORCES ARERUNNING OUR LIVES! When we're not aware, we stay stuck in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108972373215837160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108972373215837160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108972373215837160' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-108809692141838485</id><published>2004-06-24T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T10:08:41.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The House on the Right Bankfrom Mindstore by Jack BlackThe House on the Right Bank is Jack Black's powerful method for applying NLP (Neuro-Linguistic Programming) techniques. You access the house via relaxation and imagination and each room is used for different purposes. take a look here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108809692141838485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108809692141838485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108809692141838485' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-108809644083084708</id><published>2004-06-24T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T10:03:30.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Imagine. . . . There is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out ALL OF IT, of course!!!! Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108809644083084708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108809644083084708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108809644083084708' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-108799693478347434</id><published>2004-06-23T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T06:22:14.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Self-Mastery IntroductionLeadership has been described as an art form, a performing art, a science, a profession, a position, and a function of a larger management role. Whatever your point of view on this, you are likely to agree that leadership is a very demanding human process. It is a process that involves interpersonal, group and organizational skills, along with an understanding of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108799693478347434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108799693478347434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108799693478347434' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-108783560726204253</id><published>2004-06-21T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T09:33:27.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Healthy State of MindNothing in this world is more important than a healthy state of mind. With that, all things are possible.A healthy state of mind compliments any life situation. Affirmation is a powerful way for conditioning the mind to maintain optimum health throughout our life. It is practiced by writing them out on paper, saying them out loud to ourselves, rehearsing them privately </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108783560726204253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108783560726204253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108783560726204253' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-108758256316289579</id><published>2004-06-18T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T11:16:03.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Asking Quality Questions"The quality of one's life is directly related to the quality ofquestions one asks oneself." -- Tony RobbinsWhy is this? Questions involve our intuitive, creative right brain.They challenge us to DISCOVER WHAT MIGHT BE. Whilestatements are static, questions lead us into unexplored territory. They open doors to NEW POSSIBILITIES!Questions also mobilize the immense</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108758256316289579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108758256316289579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108758256316289579' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-108713787141120510</id><published>2004-06-13T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T07:44:31.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Living in the Present"Life is what happens to you when you’re making other plans." -- Betty Talmadge (attributed to John Lennon)Really, this is too true to be funny. We lose the power of the present because we're so rarely in it. We're reliving the past or speculating about the future. We continue to believe that tomorrow's the day when I'll be more capable, more wealthy, more fit and more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108713787141120510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108713787141120510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108713787141120510' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-108679334338183703</id><published>2004-06-09T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T08:02:23.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STOP PROCRASTINATING."The greatest amount of wasted time is the time not gettingstarted." -- Dawson TrotmanProcrastination and unfinished business can seriously DRAIN OURENERGY AND OUR MORALE. What sits undone may nag at us. This isespecially true when the decisions needed are big ones.EXERCISE: Look at what you're avoiding. Make a list of those  activities that are haunting you, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108679334338183703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108679334338183703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108679334338183703' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-108502141792582718</id><published>2004-05-19T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T19:50:17.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where is the Love?? ~Black-eyed PeasWhat's wrong with the world, mamaPeople livin' like they ain't got no mamasI think the whole world addicted to the dramaOnly attracted to things that'll bring you traumaOverseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorismBut we still got terrorists here livin'In the USA, the big CIAThe Bloods and The Crips and the KKKBut if you only have love for your own race</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108502141792582718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108502141792582718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108502141792582718' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-108489781807677228</id><published>2004-05-18T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T09:30:18.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How Singaporean Are You?It’s not enough if you pay taxes or carry a pink IC. 1. Thanks to SMS, you have an extra large thumb. 2. Tks 2 SMS, u oso dun no how 2 spel n e mor. 3. You pat MRT and bus seats to cool them before you sit down. 4. At lunch, you start discussing what to eat for dinner. 5. Your wedding photos include shots of you dressed up like Louis XIV, Michael Jackson, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108489781807677228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/108489781807677228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108489781807677228' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-107976277107854959</id><published>2004-03-19T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T22:08:36.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   NAKED ONION     I was an onion before Christ set me free.     Layers upon layers of iniquity.     An ugly old onion whose fragrance was strong;     That my Jesus bought and loved all along.     Unknown to me what He was going to do.     Of what He was planning, I had not a clue.     Pulling each layer off one by one.     In order to make me more like Jesus the Son.     The first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107976277107854959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107976277107854959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107976277107854959' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-107976264426649038</id><published>2004-03-19T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T22:06:30.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt;WHEN I SAY, I AM A CHRISTIAN&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&gt;&gt;When I say..."I am a Christian"&gt;I'm not shouting "I am Saved"&gt;I'm whispering "I was Lost!"&gt;That is why I Chose this Way."&gt;&gt;When I say..."I am a Christian"&gt;I don't speak of this with Pride.&gt;I'm confessing that I Stumble&gt;and need someone to be My Guide.&gt;&gt;When I say..."I am a Christian"&gt;I'm not trying to be Strong.&gt;I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107976264426649038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107976264426649038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107976264426649038' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-107960278289955014</id><published>2004-03-18T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T01:43:43.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From: The Purpose-Driven™ Life Excerpt: It All Starts with GodFor everything, absolutely everything, above and below, visible and invisible,... everything got started in him and finds its purpose in him.Colossians 1:16 (Msg)Unless you assume a God, the question of life ’s purpose is meaningless.Bertrand Russell, atheistIt’s not about you.The purpose of your life is far greater </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107960278289955014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107960278289955014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107960278289955014' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-107884101400182960</id><published>2004-03-09T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T06:05:49.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leadership LessonsThe Five Stages of Competence: A Simple ModelBy: Tim Glennon, MBA, RN--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Here is a simple and practical model to assess your growth on the lifetime path to enlightenment and self-actualization. We progress through 5 stages during our lives. If we’re lucky, we get to the 5th stage; but many of us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107884101400182960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107884101400182960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107884101400182960' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-107883010082713074</id><published>2004-03-09T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T06:05:57.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too Busy for a friendOne day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107883010082713074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107883010082713074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107883010082713074' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-107865856421230631</id><published>2004-03-07T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T03:24:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A wonderful Message by George Carlin:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The paradox of our time in history is that we havetaller buildings but shorter tempers, widerfreeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more,but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We havebigger houses and smaller families, moreconveniences, but less time. We have more degreesbut less sense, more knowledge, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107865856421230631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107865856421230631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107865856421230631' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-107763657797558669</id><published>2004-02-24T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T07:36:53.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A case of inter-school elitism: The ugly truth about school ranking(received via email)WHAT began as a jealous boy-girl dating complaint has developed into a full-blown Internet debate that highlights the divisive impact of Singapore's school ranking system.It was an innocuous message of a student from the elite Raffles Girls' School dating a boy from an under-achieving neighbourhood school</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107763657797558669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107763657797558669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763657797558669' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-107712604843032803</id><published>2004-02-18T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T09:42:43.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>: "&gt; *** DUMB QUOTES TO SOME -- PROFOUND WISDOM FOR OTHERS ***** &gt; &gt; **A closed mouth gathers no feet. &gt; &gt; ** A journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance. &gt; &gt; ** A penny saved is ridiculous. &gt; &gt; ** A penny saved is just another damn thing for the cat to knock off &gt; of the dresser. &gt; &gt; ** All that glitters has a high refractive index. &gt; &gt; ** Ambition is a poor excuse for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107712604843032803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107712604843032803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107712604843032803' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-107682416216076485</id><published>2004-02-14T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T21:51:13.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Marriage maths SEATTLERESEARCHER John Gottman believes he can predict the outcome of most marriages with a few squiggles on a chart.His study of more than 600 married couples over a period of 20 years has shown that plotting how a husband and wife interact can be converted into a formula.It tells which marriages will succeed and which will hit the rocks.Mr Gottman said studies by his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107682416216076485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107682416216076485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107682416216076485' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-107595857475954455</id><published>2004-02-04T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T21:24:36.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A PERSPECTIVE.......WORTH PONDERING !!!  If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look something like the following:  There would be: 57 Asians 21 Europeans 14 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south 8 Africans  52 would be female 48 would be male  70 would be non-white 30 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107595857475954455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107595857475954455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107595857475954455' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-107452309111994713</id><published>2004-01-19T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T06:39:35.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 personas we might meet in a relationshipReboundersEven the most seasoned amongst us have been hit by rebounds. In basketball, rebounds is one of the key statistics that measures how a player performs - getting the ball when someone misses a shot at the basket. This happens quite a lot especially when a good team on a good day shoots with 40% to 50% accuracy - meaning that more half the time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107452309111994713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/107452309111994713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107452309111994713' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-106865486614019440</id><published>2003-11-12T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T08:34:34.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ParablesParable Number 1A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day.A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?The crow answered: "Sure, why not."So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested.All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.Management Lesson: To be sitting and doing nothing,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106865486614019440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106865486614019440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106865486614019440' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-106862427217631971</id><published>2003-11-12T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T00:05:11.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>·	Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.·	When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one, which has been opened for us.·	The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106862427217631971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106862427217631971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106862427217631971' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-106821402661763815</id><published>2003-11-07T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T06:07:04.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>50 Things to do before you dieThe complete list as nominated by BBC TV viewers:1. Swim with dolphins 2. Scuba dive on Great Barrier Reef, Australia3. Fly Concorde to New York, New York, USA4. Go whale-watching 5. Dive with sharks 6. Skydiving 7. Fly in a hot air balloon 8. Fly in a fighter jet 9. Go on safari 10. See the Northern Lights 11. Walk the Inca trail to Machu Picchu, Peru,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106821402661763815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106821402661763815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106821402661763815' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-106811296157033595</id><published>2003-11-06T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T02:02:40.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ten Rules for Being HumanBy Chérie Carter-Scott 1. You will receive a body.   2. You will be presented with lessons   3. There are no mistakes, only lessons   4. A lesson is repeated until learned   5. Learning does not end   6. "There" is no better than "here."   7. Others are only mirrors of you.   8. What you make of your life is up to you.   9. All your answers lie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106811296157033595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106811296157033595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106811296157033595' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-106811289152479615</id><published>2003-11-06T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T02:01:29.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ten Rules for Creating Long-Lasting, Authentic Relationships   by Dr. Chérie Carter-Scott    From If Love Is a Game, These Are the Rules . . .  The perfect book for courses on relationships, communication, partnering, and the dynamics of love.       RULE 1: YOU MUST LOVE YOURSELF FIRST   Your relationship with yourself is the template from which all your other relationships will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106811289152479615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106811289152479615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106811289152479615' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-106766592976993254</id><published>2003-10-31T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T21:54:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time ManagementVersion 1Many would have heard about the contest between two people, which explains time management. The contest was to fill a jar with rocks, gravel, sand and water. The first contestant filled the jar with water first and after that when he put the sand, some water spilled out. At the end he couldn't accommodate all the four things in that jar. But the second contestant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106766592976993254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106766592976993254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106766592976993254' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-106722139029270761</id><published>2003-10-26T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T18:23:09.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Appreciating your girlfriendsI sat on the porch overlooking a beautiful mountain lake on a summer day, enjoying a glass of wine with my Mom. Older  than me, mother of four, experienced and wise. "Get yourself some girlfriends," she advised, swirling the wine in her glass. "You are going to need girlfriends. Go places with them, do things with them." What a funny piece of advice, I thought. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106722139029270761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106722139029270761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106722139029270761' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570054804761756630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-106595985789294264</id><published>2003-10-12T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T04:57:37.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LETTER FROM GOD TO WOMEN  Ladies, if you ever look at yourself and feel that you don't measure up, read this  and your outlook will change before you finish reading it! This is good to keep, not just to read from time to time, but to also keep stored in your heart!   Letter from God to women:  When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being. When I created man, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106595985789294264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/106595985789294264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106595985789294264' title=''/><author><name>Hwee Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img18.photobucket.com/albums/v55/plaincongee/medivesmall.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203784.post-105789692456278888</id><published>2003-07-10T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T21:16:44.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is there a shark in your tank?Frankly I find this story rather amusing and yet true to a great extent in whatever we do in our lives as well as in the business.......... ponder over it and see how it can apply to you Fresh Fish The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the waters close to Japan have not held many fish for decades. So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/105789692456278888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/105789692456278888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105789692456278888' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570054804761756630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-105699513406282830</id><published>2003-06-30T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T10:45:34.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/105699513406282830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/105699513406282830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105699513406282830' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-105695419282869848</id><published>2003-06-29T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T00:24:11.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TEN WAYS TO MARRY THE WRONG PERSON By Rabbi Dov Heller, M.A. With the divorce rate over 50%, too many are apparently making a serious mistake in deciding whom to spend the rest of their life with. To avoid becoming a "statistic," try to internalize 10 insights.1. You pick the wrong person because you expect him/her to change after you're married. The classic mistake! NEVER MARRY POTENTIAL!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/105695419282869848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/105695419282869848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105695419282869848' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-88865858</id><published>2003-02-10T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T11:40:05.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm losing patience with my neighbours, Mr Bush Terry JonesSunday January 26, 2003The Observer I'm really excited by George Bush's latest reason for bombing Iraq: he's running out of patience. And so am I! For some time now I've been really pissed off with Mr Johnson, who lives a couple of doors down the street. Well, him and Mr Patel, who runs the health food shop. They both give me queer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/88865858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/88865858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88865858' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-79649690</id><published>2002-07-31T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T10:53:52.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt; Subject: ADVICE TO WOMEN&gt; 01. Don't imagine you can change a man - unless he's in diapers.&gt; 02. What do you do if your boyfriend walks out? You shut the door.&gt; 03. If they put a man on the moon - they should be able to put them all up there.&gt; 04. Never let your man's mind wander - it's too little to be out alone.&gt; 05. Go for the younger man. You might as well - they never mature anyway.&gt; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/79649690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/79649690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79649690' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-10484380</id><published>2002-03-07T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-07T02:35:27.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>50 things, Singaporeans aged 20 something would identify with.   1. You grew up watching He-man, Transformers, Silverhawk, Ultraman, Super Friends, Woody WoodPecker, Tom &amp; Jerry, Smurf and Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, maybe Ninja turtles too.  2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during recess time. You will squat by a drain with all your classmates beside you, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/10484380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/10484380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10484380' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-8346381</id><published>2002-01-02T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T09:02:01.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today,&gt; &gt; &gt;  life  does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.&gt; &gt; &gt;    I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way&gt; &gt; &gt; he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.&gt; &gt; &gt;    I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/8346381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/8346381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8346381' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-7925818</id><published>2001-12-14T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T06:45:51.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Useless facts if you ask me...If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee (Hardly seems worth it) If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb                                           (Now that's more like it)        The human heart creates enough</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7925818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7925818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7925818' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-7559871</id><published>2001-12-01T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-01T10:19:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Received via email "The sum of all hoaxes": So, lets see. What does spring mean to you? It means spring cleaning. Time to clean out the fridge, and get rid of that salami that looks like grandpa's stomach when he sits down. Oh, I wasn't going to say his Penis... that's revolting. Time to clean the pile of clothes behind your door. Most importantly, time to clean out your computer from all those</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7559871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7559871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7559871' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-7497851</id><published>2001-11-29T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T04:49:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A helping word to one in trouble is often like a switch on a railroad track... an inch between wreck and smooth, rolling prosperity.Henry Ward Beecher(1813-1887, American Preacher, Orator, Writer)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7497851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7497851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7497851' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-7433301</id><published>2001-11-26T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-26T22:28:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR LIFEThink positive, believe in yourself, and you can make your dreams come true.As children, we often dreamt of having a large home and a nice car when we grew up, or imagined ourselves as owners of a large company or as Olympic champions. But for most of us, as we grew up, those dreams faded and we lost the will to strive and make them come true. But we should realise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7433301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7433301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7433301' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-7386827</id><published>2001-11-25T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-25T08:04:28.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost the source of this but it is pretty meaningful...Goals for MeI want to love you without clutching,appreciate you without judging,join you without invading,invite you without demanding,leave you without guilt,criticise you without blaming,and help you without insulting.If I can have the same from you,then we can truly meet and enrich each other.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7386827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7386827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7386827' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-7356670</id><published>2001-11-23T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-23T18:41:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...crossroads makes one cross...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7356670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7356670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7356670' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-7324846</id><published>2001-11-22T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-22T10:38:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kai came up with an interesting thought while munching cheese prata and watching a cat nap by a slipper.  It had one of its furry paws tucked under its body (as all cats do when they sleep).  Suddenly, Kai exclaimed "Do you think the cat will have pins and needles when it wakes up??"  Umm..... if  not, why not?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7324846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7324846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7324846' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-7314478</id><published>2001-11-21T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-21T22:53:19.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ir·rel·e·vant (-rl-vnt)adj. Unrelated to the matter being considered.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------ir·rele·vant·ly adv. Synonyms: irrelevant, extraneous, immaterial, impertinentThese adjectives mean not pertinent to the subject under consideration: an irrelevant comment; a question extraneous to the discussion; an objection that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7314478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7314478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7314478' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-7314220</id><published>2001-11-21T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-21T22:35:33.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The irrelevant thoughts are even more irrelevent without ownership of the author :-)alb</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7314220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7314220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7314220' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-7291032</id><published>2001-11-21T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-21T03:48:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being Twenty-Something They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get hot and scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realizing that people are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7291032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7291032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7291032' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-7262691</id><published>2001-11-20T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T03:16:12.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tsk tsk, grave neglect.. whatever has become of our thoughts?? a quick update:1.  indoor golf courses - is it feasible? - we got violet and vehement protests from golf enthusiasts condemning it as blasphemous .. but surely the reduced risk from getting struck by lightning is well worth a try??  After all, we are talking about the golf course of the future! Where land becomes scarce, golfers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7262691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7262691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7262691' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3203784.post-7006377</id><published>2001-11-09T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-09T19:05:54.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we started this hopefully as a group blog to keep a record of all the silly, irrelevant things that we think up, have been thinking of, discover and basically blabber about when we hang out.  We come up with a lot of stuff, like how Palmasutra can be improved in its later versions, about new government policies that may be implemented, our own theories of things (how hair grows, how the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7006377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203784/posts/default/7006377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wethoughtthatup.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7006377' title=''/><author><name>hweeling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10762892341164628961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
