<?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-38457907</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:08:57.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a frog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</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>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-1274773170451689547</id><published>2008-01-04T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:26:49.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pls relink to &lt;a href="http://www.frog08.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.frog08.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-1274773170451689547?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/1274773170451689547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=1274773170451689547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1274773170451689547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1274773170451689547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2008/01/pls-relink-to-www.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-4945702673472034697</id><published>2008-01-01T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:30:44.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's been one heck of a year!! Spiritual, academic and social rollercoasters galore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First quarter of the year was the usual get to know your juniors stuff, Angel-mortal which i still miss, valentine's day's sending of roses and crashing of orientation in school!! People actually believed i was a retainee.. heh. Never expected it to fly by so quickly.. had much to prepare for in choir and for the daunting A levels.. which i thought were still a long way to come.. I still haven't been doing bio tutorials.. surprisingly my results for Bio are always one notch above the rest.. ironic ain't it. SPA was constanly keeping us science students on our toes.. i remember when Mr shi opened the gas canister in the lab during one of our mock spa sessions and it diffused across the room.. -_-" My results never deviated from Ds and Es.. save for a C in Bio for Prelims.. VJ has made me so much more independent in getting my own info and making appointments to see teachers personally.. proud to say i didn't get private tuition throughout my entire A levels preparation. Except maybe once when i went to see Mr Patrick... Yet without friends like Mr Bear and Proff Wong, I probably would have suffered much worse for chem and math.. I miss the peace and quietness of the airport.. Then also without those daily morning devotions at the 2nd floor landing of the circular staircase, I prob would have been lost in more ways than one. God really owns whatever consequences that arise from wateva happens in the future.. Afterall, he took away a major distraction, provided me with chicken essence and made time for me to go for birthday parties amidst the A levels!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not by might, not by power, but by the spirit of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually then, God's really watched over me the entire time i've been in VJ, sending people my way, either to test me or to affirm my faith and encourage me to persevere. 'thou shalt not be unequally yoked' a verse i often struggle with..  God's soverignty always triumphs in the end.. although i still haven't learnt my lesson and i often stray from the path he laid out before me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a plan, one i still can't see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church retreat was great fun and a great learning experience too! From disobeying parent's instructions not to swim in the sea to watching a snippet of shindler's list to jamming the night away, to roti prata and heart to heart talk, to pool and charades.. I really hope i'll be able to go this year.. i never cried and laughed so much in such a short period of time before.. oh i remember johann crashed through the table.. heh heh and Carolyn loves lamb fats... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth camp again, jamming the night away, walking around and drinking coffee, betting who would succumb to the Z monster first.. taking retarded photos, mostly of Johann climbing everything he could see.. and the Narnia wardrobe.. got to know a Elaine, Eugene and Barney a lil more.. although i still can't play badminton with my wrist in this condition.. Suddenly i'm begining to catch a glimpse of what God might just have in store for NewLife and Hosana in the future.. i do suppose one day we will be the ones running the church.. co-wokers in the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir has been.. interesting. If i hadn't met POWER then i think it'd be a drag..&lt;br /&gt;I never really appreciated that which my peers call evaluations anyways.. prob cos they'd be evaluating me for all i know.. it's a pity I couldn't get along.. but no matter, Italy was great fun with the dysfunctional family although there isn't much of it left now.. Many have inquired about whether there's anything going on between me and shihui but there really ins't unless they were refering to a sweet and lasting friendship that arose from her picking a name which came across to her as a put-off. Haha! Talk about serendipity.. Come to think of it, all my greatest friends in choir are either born a year before or after me. Why am i caught in the middle? I remember first seeing rayrin at italy.. i was buying gelato with the dysfunctional family near the lake and then the dunman high procession walked past and donut screamed when she saw her boyboy. Haha!! Then came the seniors' farwell and silence to proceed. All of a sudden rr draged down the whole Power clan to come have dinner on my birthday and they made me eat two huge slices of ice-cream cake (just before Pattaya...) Pattaya! The highlight of my choral experience in 2007.. yet it wasn't on stage that i felt most at home.. it was in that tiny room at 3am in the morning when we were muching on donuts and singing the most ridiculous things ever that i came to realise that there was, a bunch of people in the choir that i could relate to afterall. And from then on, it was happening all the way. Monday blues were replaced by the eager anticipation to meet up and crap in the choir room with this nonsensical bunch. I'll miss them very much.. but i guess although a flower inevitably blooms and dies.. the seeds that it so carefully protects and nutures will persevere and stand the test of time and weather. Until the time is right again for it to shed it's outer layer and reveal the beautiful young bud that would once again carry on the life which her parent had given her. Until then, we will meet again. Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to VJ has made me a different person in the way I relate to people, especially since i never got much of a chance to experience fully the social spectrum coming from an all boy's school.. i never thought that some girls might want to be sent home although they don't say so.. and that it was possible to go out one-on-one and not call it a date.. it's quite odd that i'll be spending the next two years of my life in an all boys institution once again.. there goes my goal of getting married by 17 huh. And my bro already has 9 kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll it's been a short year, half of it stolen away by books and notes. The poor trees.. i'm so sorry. I have no idea wat 2008 brings. As i step into this terra incognita, i can only pray and trust that everything will work out for the glory of His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For i know the plans i have for you, decalres the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you  a hope and a future."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-4945702673472034697?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/4945702673472034697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=4945702673472034697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4945702673472034697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4945702673472034697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-its-been-one-heck-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8844361385083572134</id><published>2007-12-29T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:01:18.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you all you wonderful people for that great farewell party!! So much effort was put in!! It's kinda sad that it's farewell to some..  hope we do get a chance to meet again someday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn wrist is preventing me from doing alot of things man..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i'm feeling kinda bored and alone again.. i'm not feelin lonely though. There's a difference.. i think. Just that people are busy and well.. i also can't do alot of things now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh i got no idea wat i'm saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8844361385083572134?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8844361385083572134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8844361385083572134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8844361385083572134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8844361385083572134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/12/thank-you-all-you-wonderful-people-for.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-5919322340471282322</id><published>2007-12-23T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T19:10:22.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more sorethroat this morning. Woke up feeling really happy and excited :) Breakfast was the usual porridge and preserved fish and veggies.. then the day began!!! Cable car ride first! :)&lt;br /&gt;TANOSHII!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24-8cB4A6I/AAAAAAAAAXw/HBvhP6ns-HY/s1600-h/DSC09973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147120632168186786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24-8cB4A6I/AAAAAAAAAXw/HBvhP6ns-HY/s320/DSC09973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24-88B4A7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/0FlyiJOCVJc/s1600-h/DSC09975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147120640758121394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24-88B4A7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/0FlyiJOCVJc/s320/DSC09975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147109362174001986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R240scB4A0I/AAAAAAAAAXA/-MnEQrr5BGg/s320/DSC01411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a cable car ride up the mountain at Daisetsuzan National park! At first i thought it was a chairlift, nope. Cable Car. No chance of falling off :p We made Singapore's mark on the glass window.. A took nice photos on the way up.. but the view from the observatory up there was oh so much more beautiful!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R248-8B4A4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/wndu5VRxMyE/s1600-h/DSC09970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147118476094604162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R248-8B4A4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/wndu5VRxMyE/s200/DSC09970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R248_MB4A5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/lRVDcJNAoQg/s1600-h/DSC01438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147118480389571474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R248_MB4A5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/lRVDcJNAoQg/s200/DSC01438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R244n8B4A2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uYUlNYHYWHk/s1600-h/DSC01459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147113682911101794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R244n8B4A2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uYUlNYHYWHk/s200/DSC01459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R244ocB4A3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/vtY6ROHuhrU/s1600-h/DSC09932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147113691501036402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R244ocB4A3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/vtY6ROHuhrU/s200/DSC09932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147111445233140562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R242lsB4A1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/GBhUjvwcPns/s200/DSC09921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24zA8B4AzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/nkdtpt4st84/s1600-h/DSC01466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147107515338064690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24zA8B4AzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/nkdtpt4st84/s200/DSC01466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick stop over at the waterfall.. Nothing much to see in the winter.. I didn't even realise the waterfall was there until Nella pointed it out :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asahiyama Zoo next. Somehow i sense the boredom of the animals.. Locke up in such tiny enclosures, pacing around aimlessly without prey to stalk or berries to forage.. Animals just belong in the wild.. There was this eagle, chained to a perch.. it was trying desperately to break free. I felt my heart reach out to it.. eagles are meant to soar, not flap helplessly with their talons chained to the ground.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, the penguins were the only ones who looked reasonably happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24vTcB4AwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/AXG15YXhD5g/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147103435119133442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24vTcB4AwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/AXG15YXhD5g/s200/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24vUsB4AxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1F0SuL6fIgI/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147103456593969938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24vUsB4AxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1F0SuL6fIgI/s200/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24vVcB4AyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/EwWdLC_nbhQ/s1600-h/DSC09995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147103469478871842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24vVcB4AyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/EwWdLC_nbhQ/s200/DSC09995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147102159513846498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24uJMB4AuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vV_lASmkf5k/s200/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24uJcB4AvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mhHUUKKKMnI/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147102163808813810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24uJcB4AvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mhHUUKKKMnI/s200/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24rRsB4ArI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5i63y1a5DLc/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147099007007851186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24rRsB4ArI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5i63y1a5DLc/s200/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24rRcB4AqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Huxso0s35lo/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147099002712883874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24rRcB4AqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Huxso0s35lo/s200/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't u agree that penguins are the cutest?? I love the way they walk! Super farnie!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24rScB4AtI/AAAAAAAAAWI/cZslNtaF0Ck/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147099019892753106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24rScB4AtI/AAAAAAAAAWI/cZslNtaF0Ck/s200/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24rR8B4AsI/AAAAAAAAAWA/osy87BZS-IQ/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147099011302818498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24rR8B4AsI/AAAAAAAAAWA/osy87BZS-IQ/s200/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Hokkaido zoo we went for the snow skiing place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24nhMB4AnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/NiJZN7JKBHA/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147094875249312370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24nhMB4AnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/NiJZN7JKBHA/s200/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Adler onto the sled so we could push him off a cliff.. nah, just kidding. It's fun sliding down these slopes. More fun than the great sand dunes in Auzzie, cos we can fall and roll about in the snow and it isn't gross. But if i remember correctly, Nella threw a snow ball into the side of my head sending snow into my coat! Brrrrr...... *rush indoors to the heater!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147097576783741586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24p-cB4ApI/AAAAAAAAAVo/yWki1Q7MtwA/s320/DSC01442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to the snow-ski place but since we had limited time, all we could do was the sled like plastic tray thingy for amateurs.. haha! no matter, it was great &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24m8cB4AmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hSibXfN92tc/s1600-h/DSC01504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147094243889119842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24m8cB4AmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hSibXfN92tc/s200/DSC01504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fun!! From sitting, to lying down, to squatting to trying to stand as we slid down the slope of snow. A few of us threw Ruby into the snow after that. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24mM8B4AlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/db81XhuvUTo/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147093427845333586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24mM8B4AlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/db81XhuvUTo/s200/DSC01515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24k48B4AkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/b-xzbMdcRyk/s1600-h/DSC01505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147091984736322114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24k48B4AkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/b-xzbMdcRyk/s200/DSC01505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner that night was good! Had one hairy crab to ourselves! Hard to crack open, but delicious to eat!! Sat with Denis's Family. Their p4 daughter, Caesey is so cute.. she's scared of the crab.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147097572488774274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24p-MB4AoI/AAAAAAAAAVg/JsK7f6G6uYc/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24jUMB4AjI/AAAAAAAAAU4/o--WIR4Vxts/s1600-h/DSC01518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147090253864501810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24jUMB4AjI/AAAAAAAAAU4/o--WIR4Vxts/s200/DSC01518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fireworks!! We played with those that shot up into the sky and exploded too!! As in.. light, run.. wheeee.. kaboom.. WAH!! :)&lt;/div&gt;Then we proceeded to drawing smileys on people's cars.. and cleaning our shoes with the machine.. mine got stuck.. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24ibcB4AiI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_x32V7uNZto/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147089278906925602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24ibcB4AiI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_x32V7uNZto/s200/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night at the arcade, Adler went on a whacking Tako rampage.. poor octopus.. wouldn't want to be in his position!! He spent the money meant to pay for the fireworks on tako... haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we got tired and decided to turn in for the night.. Oyasumi! Mata Ashita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-5919322340471282322?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/5919322340471282322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=5919322340471282322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5919322340471282322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5919322340471282322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-4-no-more-sorethroat-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R24-8cB4A6I/AAAAAAAAAXw/HBvhP6ns-HY/s72-c/DSC09973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-1579124728248315225</id><published>2007-12-23T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T08:46:16.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, my cd rom drive suddenly decided to fail me again.. so i can't play warcraft.. But many people came to visit =) Yay. :) Thanks all who came and punctuated the monotony of watching tv and sleeping and eating! =) And thanks mum for staying overnight and missing rehearsal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there're two pins in my hand.. I'm Ironfrogerine now. :p Doc said that next time he'll remove them by finding the heads and simply pulling them out. That means the heads are sticking out of my skin?? Sheesh. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite an experience :p The food's good :p Stayed one more night so i can eat the food.. Doc says i'll prob be enlisted as per-normal but BMT will be postponed.. oh well.. dat means i just serve less time in my vocation next time but still ORD normally! yay! :) Hope my wrist recovers fully though... Thank God the operation was successful :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-1579124728248315225?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/1579124728248315225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=1579124728248315225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1579124728248315225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1579124728248315225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/12/ah-my-cd-rom-drive-suddenly-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-4081307537943640455</id><published>2007-12-21T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T21:03:06.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Typing with one hand is kinda difficult.. I'm like stuck in Mt Alvernia in a children's ward now.. went blading this morning and couldn't even leave the shop.. there was a slope toward the cycling and blading track and i couldn't stop. I guess we all ought to learn to stop before learning to move.. wait that's quite impossible?? Anyway, so yea i lost balance trying to stop and landed on my wrist. It's fractured now.. there goes OCS huh.. army prob downgraded.. or postponed.. shucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess in all things, God always has a purpose for me.. Maybe the taxi driver whom david shared christ with on the way to visit would come to know the Lord.. i'd upload a photo of my xray but i dun have my cable. heh heh. Dad went back to get my laptop! : ) Thanks dad!&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's warcraft time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-4081307537943640455?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/4081307537943640455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=4081307537943640455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4081307537943640455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4081307537943640455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/12/typing-with-one-hand-is-kinda-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-4970848801001996562</id><published>2007-12-15T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T20:28:21.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;DAY 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up with a darn sore-throat this morning and was kinda grumpy.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salmon fish aquarium first thing in the morning! Made me happy seeing the salmon swimming around. So many of them! Got so caught up watching them chase each other around in the tanks that i was late and everyone had to wait for me to get back onto the bus.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2N0d8B4AdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wgDzaubOW7A/s1600-h/DSC09853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144083257066258898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2N0d8B4AdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wgDzaubOW7A/s200/DSC09853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2N3asB4AeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/mS6yrZ2Lotg/s1600-h/DSC09854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144086499766567394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2N3asB4AeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/mS6yrZ2Lotg/s200/DSC09854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2N40cB4AfI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GQ8uRwXVeZE/s1600-h/DSC09855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144088041659826674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2N40cB4AfI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GQ8uRwXVeZE/s200/DSC09855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2N56MB4AgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/orFq4FqGk-w/s1600-h/DSC09856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144089239955702274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2N56MB4AgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/orFq4FqGk-w/s200/DSC09856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NzwsB4AcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xp_WBGBx2EM/s1600-h/DSC09852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144082479677178306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NzwsB4AcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xp_WBGBx2EM/s200/DSC09852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NzDcB4AbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dFneDzREetM/s1600-h/DSC09851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144081702288097714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NzDcB4AbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dFneDzREetM/s200/DSC09851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NyS8B4AaI/AAAAAAAAATw/aM4FFTay8-I/s1600-h/DSC09863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144080869064442274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NyS8B4AaI/AAAAAAAAATw/aM4FFTay8-I/s320/DSC09863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know? Transgenic Pacific Salmon are not only more aggressive in terms of competiting for a mate and for food, they are also more infertile?! They average an 11 times larger in size too! And you know what else? I love Salmon Sashimi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2Nr4sB4AUI/AAAAAAAAATA/ry0zZJbpcKU/s1600-h/DSC09899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144073821023109442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2Nr4sB4AUI/AAAAAAAAATA/ry0zZJbpcKU/s200/DSC09899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Furano Lavender Farm! We had nice Lavender ice-cream!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144078511127396722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NwJsB4AXI/AAAAAAAAATY/T4JZ8KSg5lQ/s200/DSC09880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2Nxb8B4AZI/AAAAAAAAATo/vS9xjS8mKos/s1600-h/DSC09889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144079924171637138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2Nxb8B4AZI/AAAAAAAAATo/vS9xjS8mKos/s200/DSC09889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NwnsB4AYI/AAAAAAAAATg/MEcDFTpUTFE/s1600-h/DSC09893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144079026523472258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NwnsB4AYI/AAAAAAAAATg/MEcDFTpUTFE/s200/DSC09893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2Nnh8B4ARI/AAAAAAAAASo/CjgABLWDJwM/s1600-h/DSC09900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144069032134574354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2Nnh8B4ARI/AAAAAAAAASo/CjgABLWDJwM/s200/DSC09900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch at some shop nearby, selling all the lavender stuff.. pillows, handcreams, scents, soaps.. Snow fall was the heaviest yet that afternoon! So what did we do after lunch? mini snow ball fight again of course! heh heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NpQcB4ASI/AAAAAAAAASw/Z3VjjqdiuWA/s1600-h/DSC01380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144070930510119202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NpQcB4ASI/AAAAAAAAASw/Z3VjjqdiuWA/s200/DSC01380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NqFMB4ATI/AAAAAAAAAS4/BJGDSQzyF1E/s1600-h/DSC01371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144071836748218674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NqFMB4ATI/AAAAAAAAAS4/BJGDSQzyF1E/s200/DSC01371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i rememeber correctly, it was here that we all started interacting. Pushed our tour guide into the snow =D He vowed to take revenge but didn't get an opportunity.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NlLMB4AQI/AAAAAAAAASg/yGE8Ga_8P_s/s1600-h/DSC09911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144066442269294850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2NlLMB4AQI/AAAAAAAAASg/yGE8Ga_8P_s/s320/DSC09911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's us in our first yokata (bathrobe) right before going down to try out the onsen! (public bath) It's a really wonderful feeling soaking in the hot water, about 40 degrees celcius while snow falls from above. Mum and Dad went for the indoor private bath.. haha! okay... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2PICcB4AhI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wRuC5ptD0F4/s1600-h/DSC09906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144175143596589586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2PICcB4AhI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wRuC5ptD0F4/s200/DSC09906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was bingo that night after dinner. Actually i was feeling slightly feverish, wanted to go back and sleep. But it was a good thing I saw the piano at the lounge and decided to play a lil here and there.. After a while i got bored. Dad wanted to play Bingo but mum didn't let him. heh heh. So we just stood by and chose someone to support. The lady i supported only won the consolation prize.. a packet of noodles... -_-" But it was fun! everyone's spirits were so hopeful and excited! That's where friendships are forged =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-4970848801001996562?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/4970848801001996562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=4970848801001996562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4970848801001996562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4970848801001996562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-3-woke-up-with-darn-sore-throat.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2N0d8B4AdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wgDzaubOW7A/s72-c/DSC09853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-4127878188979079699</id><published>2007-12-12T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:20:01.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was actually "cam-whoring" with mum and dad at the airport! so cool right! lol. But they're quite new to it. need to educate them a lil. :p Was quite excited about this trip!! Playing with snow for the second time! We tackled out tour guide, Anson, into the snow on day 3 i think :p That was literally an ice breaker for us. Made some wonderful friends on this trip!! :D scroll down for more photos!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142896158629568162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R188ztvWHqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BUsseDnBfmo/s320/DSC09597.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R18-KNvWHrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Q63_oKzWtKI/s1600-h/DSC09593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142897644688252594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R18-KNvWHrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Q63_oKzWtKI/s200/DSC09593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R18-ndvWHsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/daYbhQWR1RE/s1600-h/DSC09601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142898147199426242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R18-ndvWHsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/daYbhQWR1RE/s200/DSC09601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R18_IdvWHtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qLCtNHbUmrM/s1600-h/DSC09609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142898714135109330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R18_IdvWHtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qLCtNHbUmrM/s200/DSC09609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny's phtoto to be inserted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R18_-NvWHuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/KlyfFCZX3zw/s1600-h/DSC09618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142899637553077986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R18_-NvWHuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/KlyfFCZX3zw/s200/DSC09618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R19AhNvWHvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/k42L6s3QHfM/s1600-h/DSC09628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142900238848499442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R19AhNvWHvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/k42L6s3QHfM/s200/DSC09628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R19EsdvWHwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/hxOZTRyV21o/s1600-h/DSC09632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142904830168538882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R19EsdvWHwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/hxOZTRyV21o/s200/DSC09632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was at the airport on 2/12/07. Reached there at 7am. Met our tour people. There were lotsa young and fun-loving looking people.. hahaa! YAY! There was a group of 17 people. one big happy family! A few smaller families, no couples surprisingly.. afterall, Hokkaido is quite a scenic and.. hmm romantic place? not really la. Scenic definitely. Got nice lakes and waterfalls, frozen no doubt, but beautiful. Volcanoes providing the sulphur for the outdoor onsen. Snow falling outside the window while you slurp up your ramen and possibly break out into a sweat at negative temperatures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142906200263106322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R19F8NvWHxI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6H6lZKIBflo/s200/DSC09666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check out the temperature! that's the first day. upon arrival at Sapporo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R19HL9vWHyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/DwS1SQS3vcs/s1600-h/DSC09843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142907570357673762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R19HL9vWHyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/DwS1SQS3vcs/s200/DSC09843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a weather forecast you don't see everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143064379613650754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_VzdvWH0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jQjbVU6zLD0/s200/DSC09682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_VVtvWHzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/n4UeBSOtQg0/s1600-h/DSC09669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143063868512542514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_VVtvWHzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/n4UeBSOtQg0/s200/DSC09669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quickly put down our bags, took some photos at the lobby, den walked to our first Ramen dinner at a shop nearby. The walk was freezing!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But the Ramen was good!! And Hokkaido sweet bean ice cream is nice =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First stop, er.. some Japanese temple.. they have the water thingy, and the fortune thingy.. haha! I forgot wat's it called!! But i was watching a show on the plane and they had this thing too! Some lantern plant festival also got.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143069434790158226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_aZtvWH5I/AAAAAAAAARg/0S_gwZayE0w/s320/DSC09724.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143070036085579682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_a8tvWH6I/AAAAAAAAARo/O59jyc-z6JY/s320/DSC09726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_W8tvWH1I/AAAAAAAAARA/kNrMtS7R2k8/s1600-h/DSC09734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143065638039068498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_W8tvWH1I/AAAAAAAAARA/kNrMtS7R2k8/s200/DSC09734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_X79vWH2I/AAAAAAAAARI/L0L186XiepY/s1600-h/DSC09731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143066724665794402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_X79vWH2I/AAAAAAAAARI/L0L186XiepY/s200/DSC09731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_YlNvWH3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/zQw9FfYxmAQ/s1600-h/DSC09748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143067433335398258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_YlNvWH3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/zQw9FfYxmAQ/s200/DSC09748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_ZpNvWH4I/AAAAAAAAARY/h5V7LmaieYs/s1600-h/DSC09750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143068601566502786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_ZpNvWH4I/AAAAAAAAARY/h5V7LmaieYs/s200/DSC09750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_W8tvWH1I/AAAAAAAAARA/kNrMtS7R2k8/s1600-h/DSC09734.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we visited the chocolate factory.. unfortunately they were forced to close by some healt check authority i think.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2Evx9vWH_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/Sj3IDiv71og/s1600-h/DSC09789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143444784867057650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2Evx9vWH_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/Sj3IDiv71og/s200/DSC09789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_bZ9vWH7I/AAAAAAAAARw/c1JEJ5rwZw0/s1600-h/DSC09768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143070538596753330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_bZ9vWH7I/AAAAAAAAARw/c1JEJ5rwZw0/s200/DSC09768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_fi9vWH-I/AAAAAAAAASI/M2pjOTqlj9w/s1600-h/DSC09778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143075091262087138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_fi9vWH-I/AAAAAAAAASI/M2pjOTqlj9w/s200/DSC09778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_cW9vWH9I/AAAAAAAAASA/Rh-ezB0XrtE/s1600-h/DSC09774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143071586568773586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1_cW9vWH9I/AAAAAAAAASA/Rh-ezB0XrtE/s200/DSC09774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch was a trip to the musical box museum. The thing about tours, is that the timing is very tight, and we couldn't really shop much. Mum still managed to buy alot of musical boxes though, i wonder how.. i was too busy trying to prevent my heavy over-coat from knocking over the fragile items on display. Then was a quick visit to the seafood market, where i got told off for touching the guy's ikura.. bleah.. but the other stall vendors were friendly! They kept saying "discout?" They were all standing by their heaters and chatting.. It was quite an odd sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2EwotvWIAI/AAAAAAAAASY/oc0-4XM_HKY/s1600-h/DSC09825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143445725464895490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R2EwotvWIAI/AAAAAAAAASY/oc0-4XM_HKY/s200/DSC09825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum pointing to a cooked long-legged crab. The meat is sweet! good compliment to a bowl of sticky japanese rice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was about it for the first 2 days....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-4127878188979079699?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/4127878188979079699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=4127878188979079699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4127878188979079699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4127878188979079699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-1-2-i-was-actually-cam-whoring-with.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R188ztvWHqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BUsseDnBfmo/s72-c/DSC09597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8149892377902489020</id><published>2007-11-30T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:50:53.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AYgea5phI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IQvgNoPu1LY/s1600-R/DSC09576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138634121030510098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AYgea5phI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cQjHzHuj6nk/s400/DSC09576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138610657624171570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1ADKua5pDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WOCNmwrgFa4/s200/DSC09351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combined Youth Camp was Grrreat! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theme for the camp was reflections! See the booklet? =p Got lots of chance to spend time alone with God and talk to him about all sorts of stuff and to reflect upon my own spiritual walk with Him. That's us in the corridor of the huge bungalow that housed all of us.. 5 rooms i think. There was a room in the other Bungalow that led to narnia.. according to elaine.. cos there was a staircase behind the wardrobe that led upstairs to more rooms! How cool is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138621274783327522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AM0ua5pSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nKnrcCdQGWc/s200/DSC09338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When David said we were staying at a farm..&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Visionary Farm to be exact, i was all prepared to rough it out man.. instead check out the interior of the bungalow we stayed in! Chandelier lei! and there were two! haha! Pastor Chee Wah and Pastor Chris were 2 of the missionaries out of 5 that the farm supported directly! They use the farm to train and equip missionaries with farming skills to survive out there in the field!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AE1Oa5pFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Y9I7TT6VlJA/s1600-R/DSC09353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138612487280239698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AE1Oa5pFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tycFDN8hk2w/s200/DSC09353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ball isn't sposed to be there.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AXwOa5pgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/piEayBp-qKk/s1600-R/DSC09358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138633292101821954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AXwOa5pgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4fZzTrlY8EY/s200/DSC09358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my bed! ------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priveleges of being in camp com :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138620583293592834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AMMea5pQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AAKZvFFOig4/s200/DSC09364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ah.. that couch is out-of-bounds.. cos that's where David sleeps.. he sat on Clarence for lying down there.. ask me for the video. =p I'll put it on you-tube soon.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AHvea5pJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iKzT8pzqpV0/s1600-R/DSC09345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138615687030875282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AHvea5pJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gf11w7ySMxE/s200/DSC09345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, the fun begins. Poison Ball and capture the flag, and simon says were the games we played in the morning.. and john still holds his unbeattable 10minutes record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Capture the Flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138617709960471714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AJlOa5pKI/AAAAAAAAALY/HZIeliybVUU/s320/DSC09373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138619445127259362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1ALKOa5pOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AcCsk82iuSc/s320/DSC09383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138618070737724594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AJ6Oa5pLI/AAAAAAAAALg/j0QWInxwcf8/s320/DSC09375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138618418630075586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AKOea5pMI/AAAAAAAAALo/SgtNxTVSeTY/s320/DSC09379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138619067170137298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AK0Oa5pNI/AAAAAAAAALw/z6sxl_DV8U8/s320/DSC09381.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Poison Ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138619977703204082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1ALpOa5pPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/M5ItkE3dWM0/s320/DSC09386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138621777294501170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1ANR-a5pTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UsWkX7J8dYE/s320/DSC09392.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Night walk group 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138622425834562882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AN3ua5pUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VRu8zf0EqZo/s320/DSC09420.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Night walk group 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138622829561488722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AOPOa5pVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zpT5-015kcM/s320/DSC09433.JPG" border="0" /&gt; BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138624010677495138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1APT-a5pWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iBGdrMOpNsU/s320/DSC09456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138624856786052466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AQFOa5pXI/AAAAAAAAANA/8hM9UeeSAjU/s320/DSC09462.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Fun night &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138625625585198466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AQx-a5pYI/AAAAAAAAANI/qUokied8gTs/s320/DSC09475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138626218290685330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1ARUea5pZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/yYW18WoOkhQ/s320/DSC09471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to come, for now, it's time for a short commercial break... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_6Mua5o2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/vYVQVOQR8fU/s1600-R/DSC09320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138600796379259746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_6Mua5o2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/1kDN7KpYIK8/s200/DSC09320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_6bOa5o3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ibFvNVZRwOk/s1600-R/DSC09323.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0__KOa5o-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nhaQTt_PPoE/s1600-R/DSC09343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138606250987725794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0__KOa5o-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YelrKGV-OuU/s200/DSC09343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_-kea5o9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Zuq0HbjFQaQ/s1600-R/DSC09438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138605602447664082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_-kea5o9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/LW1JB7qndfU/s200/DSC09438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_6bOa5o3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ibFvNVZRwOk/s1600-R/DSC09323.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_6bOa5o3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ibFvNVZRwOk/s1600-R/DSC09323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138601045487362930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_6bOa5o3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/mIAKhaVP3Ow/s200/DSC09323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_6bOa5o3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ibFvNVZRwOk/s1600-R/DSC09323.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_6bOa5o3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ibFvNVZRwOk/s1600-R/DSC09323.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_6bOa5o3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ibFvNVZRwOk/s1600-R/DSC09323.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_6bOa5o3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ibFvNVZRwOk/s1600-R/DSC09323.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_6bOa5o3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ibFvNVZRwOk/s1600-R/DSC09323.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camp rule #2 Follow all instructions or face the wrath of David's smelly feet.. muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_7Yua5o4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/D231NZOjUas/s1600-R/DSC09339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138602102049317762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_7Yua5o4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/KiCwCbKRlx4/s200/DSC09339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_9zua5o8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/j0NqGIqgQKo/s1600-R/DSC09505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138604764929041346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_9zua5o8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/mOKUFBigyUQ/s200/DSC09505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's Saviour.. from the Thousand Years of Pain club... now Josiah walks around with his butt against the wall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Cow.. hear me mooo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_8F-a5o5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CQ0F4ecAzUg/s1600-R/DSC09360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138602879438398354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_8F-a5o5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gYK8Fh2POeU/s200/DSC09360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barney the dinosaur explored the realm of horizontal meditation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_8tOa5o6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/QUMM7QNFy_4/s1600-R/DSC09369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138603553748263842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_8tOa5o6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/eJrmOUlE2tI/s200/DSC09369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_9Sea5o7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/AvAZabg7ZJw/s1600-R/DSC09511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138604193698390962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0_9Sea5o7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/IqPZsHTTDY4/s200/DSC09511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elaine and her fetish for mopping dusty floors&lt;br /&gt;and the "emo" shot at 4am in the morn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AAH-a5pAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-wOfEfMI2Go/s1600-R/DSC09535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138607311844647938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AAH-a5pAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XXhJpu4bZ-s/s200/DSC09535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0__s-a5o_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Lw2aSxY0hKY/s1600-R/DSC09533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138606847988179954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0__s-a5o_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/m18kDbgV9P0/s200/DSC09533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1ABdea5pCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UeNDYfu3ycI/s1600-R/DSC09508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138608780723463202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1ABdea5pCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/KvEcWm6RChA/s200/DSC09508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AAzOa5pBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7Zz67Q6HCbk/s1600-R/DSC09577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138608054873990162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AAzOa5pBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/X5qbc3hq2A8/s200/DSC09577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee does weird things to people.. den again.. it doesn't last forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AU1-a5paI/AAAAAAAAANY/RJxcTFnpnDA/s1600-R/DSC09333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138630092351186338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AU1-a5paI/AAAAAAAAANY/zrxGoVvx6NI/s200/DSC09333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AVFua5pbI/AAAAAAAAANg/94lXyE0N6qc/s1600-R/DSC09316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138630362934126002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AVFua5pbI/AAAAAAAAANg/uGjv7pYynOw/s200/DSC09316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AWS-a5pdI/AAAAAAAAANw/rjAkw6rDSUU/s1600-R/DSC09509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138631690079020498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AWS-a5pdI/AAAAAAAAANw/hmI1gVpiPX4/s200/DSC09509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AVxOa5pcI/AAAAAAAAANo/mLAE9dwKjM4/s1600-R/DSC09476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138631110258435522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AVxOa5pcI/AAAAAAAAANo/09sgyiXWaTM/s200/DSC09476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now where were we.. ah yes.. Chop chilli chop finale forfeit involved 5 people.. and what better way than to have.... A human pryamid! lol!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138632308554311138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AW2-a5peI/AAAAAAAAAN4/s-bemOLR-A0/s320/DSC09503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of the longest standing survivors.. actually the longest survivors aren't in the pic.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went through the song book like twice.. and David had no peace sleeping =p In order of giving in to the Z monster, Juliana, Josiah, Johann, Carolyn, Elaine, Rachel and Fred (tie). Order of subcumbing to the Z monster is inversely proportionate to risk of falling off chair the next day.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138635929211741730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AaJua5piI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UFzGZUnjciQ/s320/DSC09506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Emoing at the carpark.. nah.. he's just worried his two cups of coffee will speed up his heart of something.. o.O hahahah!! poor johann.. so trusting.. yet you guys tricked him still.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138637535529510450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AbnOa5pjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3B5VxOEMll0/s320/DSC09517.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138639506919499346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AdZ-a5plI/AAAAAAAAAOw/re39KFYHPTQ/s320/DSC09516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138638849789503042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1Aczua5pkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/aH3ocjlts6k/s320/DSC09520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AeXua5pmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UND6zNlFFlk/s1600-R/DSC09532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138640567776421474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AeXua5pmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/GlrKFfr-p7A/s320/DSC09532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hand shadows on the wall! How cool is that!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1Ae1ea5pnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/udDYH_RguVs/s1600-R/DSC09528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138641078877529714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1Ae1ea5pnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UA2fSsM21tY/s320/DSC09528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AfVea5poI/AAAAAAAAAPI/MmIpJuJObuU/s1600-R/DSC09549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138641628633343618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AfVea5poI/AAAAAAAAAPI/8AD_gwuGsvU/s320/DSC09549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1Aft-a5ppI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/inho7f5diMo/s1600-R/DSC09550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138642049540138642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1Aft-a5ppI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2SjPIZa57LQ/s320/DSC09550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise?? Well not exactly.. but if u look carefully.. u can actually see a nice bright star some where diagonally above the trees to the right.. that's Josiah's sun.. o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AhDOa5prI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oF6DM31AJho/s1600-R/DSC09559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138643514123986610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AhDOa5prI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YiHB-Cv4Vts/s320/DSC09559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AgN-a5pqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_Tnqkm8TH00/s1600-R/DSC09546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138642599295952546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AgN-a5pqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8pNsr8JQSHs/s400/DSC09546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Passing time with good company. The most beautiful thing in the world =D =D The moment the train got nearer to Paya Lebar, I already began to miss camp, to miss the people i had so much fun with for the past three days.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8149892377902489020?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8149892377902489020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8149892377902489020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8149892377902489020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8149892377902489020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/11/combined-youth-camp-was-grrreat-theme.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R1AYgea5phI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cQjHzHuj6nk/s72-c/DSC09576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-7456045317216518233</id><published>2007-11-27T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:55:07.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Studying for last A level paper---- Bio MCQ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137478499949978322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0v9eea5otI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QaQsaTKDwdU/s320/DSC09236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0v9eea5otI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QaQsaTKDwdU/s1600-h/DSC09236.JPG"&gt;This was the question we were discussing and asking Mr Foo about, the day before it actually came out in the bio MCQ paper. How cool is that? 1515, split 1415, 1415, split..... hahahaha nvm inside joke. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0v92ea5ouI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MtTxEMkMgeM/s1600-h/DSC09243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137478912266838754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0v92ea5ouI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MtTxEMkMgeM/s200/DSC09243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0wAxOa5oxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TvUU_IODflE/s1600-h/DSC09242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137482120607408914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0wAxOa5oxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TvUU_IODflE/s200/DSC09242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---- Hanteng posing as... himself =p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liesel being nice by pretending to be afraid-----&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, T3 is really really nice. Of course it is.. so much tax payers money goes into it. But for a good cause i suppose.. Attract tourism.. bla bla bla. But it's really nice la, the concept and architecture. Way cooler than T1 and T2. We were just touring the terminal after getting bored of studying for bio the other day.. Can't wait for it to be ready.. eh wait.. i dun need to study for 2 years.. oh well.. but it'll be a nice place to study.. there's TCC and coffe club and coffee bean..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chilling with Mrs GP Koh. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137481326038459138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0wAC-a5owI/AAAAAAAAAII/QT4nkn5FTrk/s320/DSC09257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought her a princess tissue box and a squeaky toy that sounds exactly like her when she laughs. I can't believe the resemblence.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0wBFua5oyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dQfKuuR-Mzg/s1600-h/DSC09259.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137486492884116306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0wEvua5o1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/qDwgyD_PwIs/s320/DSC09259.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Check it out. Super act-cute pose. Who's says it's only a thing of our generation.. Kawaii des. We want to bring her to escape theme park but she remained adamant about not going. lol.. But we are gonna watch DVD at her house one of these days... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Class outing at ECP&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137483542241583922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0wCD-a5ozI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RGze1R5HAR0/s400/IMG_3124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.. we sent out messages to everyone.. some were stuck at home watching DVDs, others woke up late... but no matter. We had fun.. i think. Stuck at HK cafe cos of the rain, den went blading cum cycling.. i had to switch to cycling half way through.. Thanks bird for saving me.. haha! I will master rollerblading someday... Den we went bird's house to for dinner and movie. Butterfly effect 2 was cool.. haha. there were pointless sex scenes though... lol. Wait a min.. since when did sex have a point... o.O Unless of course, ur desperate for a kid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137484826436805442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0wDOua5o0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/kwxo0MQPvuI/s400/IMG_3117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I made it to the jetty and back okay! Falling a few times of course, and causing the rest to have to come back for me :p I did a spectacular 360 while trying to recover my balance once, den some uncle-jogger was so amused.. :p That's chengwei on my left.. Rarrr pang-sei, go and cycle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When's our next outing?? It had better not be the release of results.. Class chalet.. i hope i can make it.. and christmas dinner too?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-7456045317216518233?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/7456045317216518233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=7456045317216518233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7456045317216518233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7456045317216518233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/11/studying-for-last-level-paper-bio-mcq.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0v9eea5otI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QaQsaTKDwdU/s72-c/DSC09236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-2376976802127141835</id><published>2007-11-25T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:09:05.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mJDOa5ooI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mdBJW4dYSgk/s1600-h/DSC09293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136787538496299650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mJDOa5ooI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mdBJW4dYSgk/s200/DSC09293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136784540609126962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mGUua5ojI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dKRLeDJ50lk/s200/DSC09274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mGtea5okI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Xpq7oOdOnKE/s1600-h/DSC09283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136784965810889282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mGtea5okI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Xpq7oOdOnKE/s200/DSC09283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mH4ea5omI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WHBi7ccTpVg/s1600-h/DSC09282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136786254301078114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mH4ea5omI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WHBi7ccTpVg/s200/DSC09282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the leaf in the 1st pic? Danny almost ate it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den he tried to feed the crayfish (cooked) some zapple..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all the bubbles will give it extra bouancy?&lt;br /&gt;Den he sucked on it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zapple flavoured crayfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mHKOa5olI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IMBXFPYQR2c/s1600-h/DSC09280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136785459732128338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mHKOa5olI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IMBXFPYQR2c/s200/DSC09280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mLJea5orI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RwkBqCVmv80/s1600-h/DSC09269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136789844893737650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mLJea5orI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RwkBqCVmv80/s200/DSC09269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mK2-a5oqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IhTTvEXpeXs/s1600-h/DSC09275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136789527066157730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mK2-a5oqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IhTTvEXpeXs/s200/DSC09275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mLnOa5osI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Sb5kN7GENdM/s1600-h/DSC09286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136790355994845890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mLnOa5osI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Sb5kN7GENdM/s200/DSC09286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mHKOa5olI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IMBXFPYQR2c/s1600-h/DSC09280.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mKXea5opI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Y2vMa3znh5U/s1600-h/DSC09279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136788985900278418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mKXea5opI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Y2vMa3znh5U/s200/DSC09279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayrin's bdae just over but he and Xian Yong treat me and Danny to Paris something restaurant at Marina Square!!!! Sheesh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you!! :) You guys jia you for next year okay!? We'll be supporting u all the way. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-2376976802127141835?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/2376976802127141835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=2376976802127141835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2376976802127141835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2376976802127141835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/11/see-leaf-in-1st-pic-danny-almost-ate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0mJDOa5ooI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mdBJW4dYSgk/s72-c/DSC09293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-6819157407967428880</id><published>2007-11-24T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T20:21:15.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so the As are finally over. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow.. I feel i have more free time during the As than now though. My schedule's packed till 9th dec! haha! craziness! Already super tired. And I seriously need to start training for NS. But i going hokkaido.. SEAFOOD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks RR and XY for treating me and danny to paris restaurant at Marina!!! photos will be up soon.. including the unglam ones :p Danny ate a leaf.. o.O i tried the orange peel trick and it didn't work.. and the chocolate was a mess.. haha! but that's why it's fun! :p Eat until so full. and we eat until they close.. :p I still think danny's damn funny wat he eat seafood.. he tried to feed a crayfish some zapple.. -_-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir tea party todae.. didn't join the games though they looked fun.. too tired from morning's run.. my stamina is horrible now! :(  But it was fun singing all those songs again. I suddenly feel like joining chorale so i can continue singing choral works. I thought maybe i'd do something different.. but den now i only have one month till army.. den goodness knows wat happens after that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad's watching bleach.. cool..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-6819157407967428880?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/6819157407967428880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=6819157407967428880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/6819157407967428880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/6819157407967428880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-so-as-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-7409358399976764698</id><published>2007-11-20T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:09:11.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love night elf mountain giants.. haha! Warcraft 3 so fun =p I can finally beat easy com one-on-one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to celebrate grandpa's birthday at the Raffles the Plaza market cafe.. felt like I ate 3 lunches there.. Full TTM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0K-Fea5oeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7dcYDQlTqfw/s1600-h/DSC09223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134875526430302690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0K-Fea5oeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7dcYDQlTqfw/s200/DSC09223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and her mum.. they happened to be colour coordinated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few days ago mum was commenting about couples being colour coordinated.. hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0K-sea5ofI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z-J8ofUoFzQ/s1600-h/DSC09224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134876196445200882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0K-sea5ofI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z-J8ofUoFzQ/s200/DSC09224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gong Gong and I. I just found out that he doesnt believe in taking taxis.. so much for the debate on errant cabbies.. here's one fine gentleman who doesn't give a %^@* o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cos we were all so full, gong-gong's cake was a single slice from the dessert spread, which we all shared.. There wasn't a candle though.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134876870755066370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0K_Tua5ogI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gheVsMCg96U/s320/DSC09228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One big happy family. Joshua paid adult price so that we could use the 50% off voucher.. You know.. one person only $16+ and the food there is soooooo good and it's a buffet!!! Max no. of adults is 12! Better deal than Vilage lei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum has a voucher which entitles 2 to a complementary meal there too!! COMPLEMENTARY!!! as in FOC, free of charge not full of crap.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHO WANT TO GO WITH ME?? o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-7409358399976764698?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/7409358399976764698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=7409358399976764698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7409358399976764698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7409358399976764698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-night-elf-mountain-giants.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0K-Fea5oeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7dcYDQlTqfw/s72-c/DSC09223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-1701776751917356828</id><published>2007-11-19T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:08:07.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0EJj-a5obI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7QWxJpzvf0I/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134395563834974642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0EJj-a5obI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7QWxJpzvf0I/s200/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner at taka with my folks. Dad saw the christmas tree and requested to take a pic with the star on his head!! Only he would request such a thing man... hahaha. So i gladly obliged.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0EKSua5ocI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6Rd2wRlgoEQ/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134396366993859010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0EKSua5ocI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6Rd2wRlgoEQ/s200/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He calls it the rising star..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch at macs after bio paper3 turned out to be more art-inspired than normal. Meet Mr. Hotcake. An impromptu masterpiece created in a manner of minutes by aspiring sculptors Chua Wan Yun, Leisel Chong and Frederick Yeo =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0ELNua5odI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yBEqgFnFWDU/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134397380606140882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0ELNua5odI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yBEqgFnFWDU/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't he hot? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He does have spicy eyes and lips.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A toned complexion..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sturdy limbs..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Star quality..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only he might be abit round in the middle.. and he's about 30cm tall? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-1701776751917356828?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/1701776751917356828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=1701776751917356828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1701776751917356828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1701776751917356828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/11/dinner-at-taka-with-my-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R0EJj-a5obI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7QWxJpzvf0I/s72-c/DSC00165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-641396401484642962</id><published>2007-11-18T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:07:53.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so bored studying for A levels.. it's like ending soon yet doesn't seem to be ending yet..&lt;br /&gt;Studied for like 1.5 hours only todae for tmr's paper. Nothing much left to study.. hope they test easy things that i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what i'll do after As.. David asked me to song lead during youth camp.. great.. just when i thought i could relax after As.. more responsibilities.. is there ever such a thing as a break from life? I guess not huh. The day you stop having responsibilites is the day you become invaild? Danny said he wants to sleep for 2 days after As.. haha! i dun mind that seriously.. just wasting time away.. without worrying about having to do some incomplete task that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much i'd like to do besides sleeping. So many people i would like to go out with..&lt;br /&gt;yet.. i dunno.. i might just end up wasting the holidays away.. and soon it'll be time for NS. o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-641396401484642962?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/641396401484642962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=641396401484642962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/641396401484642962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/641396401484642962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-so-bored-studying-for-levels.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-2967781451146673737</id><published>2007-11-17T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:22:54.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chem MCQ was quite hard.. expected easier.. cheat my feelings.. chey. But nvm. That was the most uneventful thing that happened yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after paper, i rushed home to meet XY and Wayne to do rr's scrapbook! And funny rayrin wants to come too.. haha! It's kinda fun trying our best to keep our plans a secret to surprise the birthdae ppl. At that time, hoho was still under the impression that they were eating dinner at Jialing's place.. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Village was nice =) We sang birthdae song for hoho in parts and it was good =p den we took out the big banner and wohoo! damn cool! heh heh. and den chingx went to stick a candle in hoho's waffle ice-cream. lol.. and yes, retrieve back the candle to use for rr's pineapple later of course.. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if rr was just pretending or if he really didn't know we were only pretending to go home.. after all the slip-of-a-tongues.. :p But in the end, we still got caught unprepared outside his house at slightly past midnight.. hahaha! oops.. he saw us running in.. -_-" I like his house! so peaceful. Like a very nice chalet likedat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed over at Jialing's after that.. and i played O2 jam for the first time! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with sis at 330am till 4 den went to sleep. haha! dunno why everyone cram into the other room, den left me danny and hoho with one big bed and a mattress.. o.O Breakfast was the hotdog buns again! haha! so dejavu. den rush rush rush for choir!!! choing ar!! dun wan pay fine.. lol..&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;ah, i can't wait for As to be over.. so i can join u guys more! 2 more papers. . . 5 more days. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do it! I will survive! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotdog breakfast. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rz6iXea5oZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xVi2fBiFmxM/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133719149435527570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rz6iXea5oZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xVi2fBiFmxM/s400/DSC00156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Extra tou-pok for anyone still hungry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rz6jZ-a5oaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rdthmThqxV0/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133720291896828322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rz6jZ-a5oaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rdthmThqxV0/s400/DSC00145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-2967781451146673737?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/2967781451146673737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=2967781451146673737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2967781451146673737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2967781451146673737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/11/chem-mcq-was-quite-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rz6iXea5oZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xVi2fBiFmxM/s72-c/DSC00156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-7532163926307100697</id><published>2007-11-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:44:26.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid virus.. now my com is in a crappy state. Been trying to log on to the internet indefintely. Finally i can. And perfect timing too, just as As are about to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn chem paper was so easy todae.. A grade might just be full marks! heh, den i'll miss it, cos apparently the balancing equation question had coefficients of 7-8? Dunno real or bluff.. ah heck. That paper is over, i crossed a big brown cross over it on my time-table. Can't wait to put a pink one across econs.. my subjects are colour coded. No particular reason for the colours.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my bro comes home with a brand new N73 AND a psp slim edition with a game that is in japanese and he totally can't play now.. how cost effecient is that? Now i gotta wait longer before i can ask dad for ps3. Sians.. i think i'll wait till i earn enough to get it for myself.. it's weird when i try to help my parents save money and there on the other side is totally cost efficient expenditure. I keep talking about wanting a new lap top too.. but i don't actually get down to buying one.. i just like the wait and the anticipation.. heh heh. makes sense? of course not. actually it does.. u know.. like unlimited wants, limited resources, hence the economic problem of scarcity.. blea, econs is tmr.. sians.. den i want a new guitar too. but since i can't really play well yet, i dun really really want to get one just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i just had to rant.. econs econs econs..&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired of A levels.. damn draggy, get it over and done with please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-7532163926307100697?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/7532163926307100697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=7532163926307100697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7532163926307100697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7532163926307100697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/11/stupid-virus.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-2279130270609793422</id><published>2007-11-10T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T18:56:48.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to change blogskin.. this is my second choice.. got prob with the first.. shall fix it soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-2279130270609793422?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/2279130270609793422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=2279130270609793422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2279130270609793422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2279130270609793422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-want-to-change-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-5653833291947156538</id><published>2007-11-09T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T16:56:09.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised my school doesn't really have many good teachers.. okay, the good ones are really good and each department has a few.. but that's the problem.. only a few. Shucks why can't Singapore take a leaf out of Finland's book where all teachers have at least a master's degree. That's really impressive and should be beneficial to the students too i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's teacher-student ratio caused NUS ranking to drop to 33rd and NTU to 60++ As much as that's bad news, i guess it's high time we looked into this too. Time for a revamp in out education system i think? Many teachers don't have time to squeeze in for their students.. guess who suffers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that.. my GP teacher has been a wonderful help and i owe everything i learnt about GP to her. :D Thanks Mrs Koh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the rest! Econs especially. Incompetency or nonchalence of the teacher without an s, is getting on my nerves. Today i compared the notes to the syllabus requirements and realised they're in a mess. One might think the notes ought to follow a little more closely with the syllabus.. but nooooooo.. -_-" Hence my conclusion: studying for econs is allocatively inefficient in terms of time. Waste my time trying to figure out which part of the notes answers which part. Plus my nose is running like a freaking water tap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad mood... rarrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. i must perservere!!! 5 papers down, 5 more to go. 13 more days to freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-5653833291947156538?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/5653833291947156538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=5653833291947156538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5653833291947156538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5653833291947156538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-realised-my-school-doesnt-really.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-2933487829632811882</id><published>2007-11-03T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T19:26:58.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ann Siong said he's the only retarded guy blogging during this A level period. Haha! I shall blog too :) See! I keep you company k! Now i dunno what to say.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, GP and math1 went well.. actually not that well.. GP AQ i wrote out of context, the questions ask me to write about my society, i gave examples like Minangkabau of Western Sumatra.. and Condoleeza Rice and Angela Merkel. Den after the paper i was laughing at my own stupidity. Haha! Den math paper was quite tough for me.. dunno how to do a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess I didn't pray for an A grade anyways, I only asked that God gave me the results he wanted me to have, I want to trust Him to work out my life for me. Nevermind if i can't get into medicine la.. afterall, i'm not so sure i'll enjoy it.. just hope i'll be able to accept what he decides to give me when the results come out and use it for his glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipped through bio syllabus this afternoon. Before grandma and uncle came over and started telling my mum and I never-heard-before stories about my grandpa. Since i never met him anyway. Well apparently his business part, aka my granduncle cheated on him, ultimately leading to brankrupcy.. and my uncle who is the eldest son handelled most of the family affairs, leaving my dad to pursue his education.. my uncle went around chasing people with parang sia!! I never knew. heh. neither does my grandma. wohoo!! Do I have a violent streak in me? nah.. his my uncle, not my dad. My Dad was the guy from chess club last time.. teacher's pet and all. hahha!! so unlike me?? hmm. i dunno. I dun really fancy chess, neither do I suck up to teachers. On the contrary, I have a thing for challenging authority...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, to be continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum nagging me to go get change and go out for dinner. Can't wait to fill up my msn nick with smiley faces man!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-2933487829632811882?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/2933487829632811882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=2933487829632811882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2933487829632811882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2933487829632811882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/11/ann-siong-said-hes-only-retarded-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-1290468768551422360</id><published>2007-10-25T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:50:50.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY NOBODY TAG WAN......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-1290468768551422360?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/1290468768551422360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=1290468768551422360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1290468768551422360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1290468768551422360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-nobody-tag-wan.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-2792336897233589604</id><published>2007-10-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:48:17.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalalala.. i'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-2792336897233589604?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/2792336897233589604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=2792336897233589604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2792336897233589604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2792336897233589604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/lalalala.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-7020169450104954267</id><published>2007-10-24T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:18:25.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Corrinne May sings: Everything in it's time, maybe there's a plan, one that i still can't see. Some turn to crystal balls, some try astroloy, but i just fall on my knees and start to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done man.. I'm getting impatient. I'm getting bored and tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-7020169450104954267?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/7020169450104954267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=7020169450104954267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7020169450104954267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7020169450104954267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/corrinne-may-sings-everything-in-its.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-7166013716229123621</id><published>2007-10-21T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:27:27.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rxtgr2EQO-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/_PNXnKj4bCA/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RxtgBmEQO9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/pfzHLhsukVU/s1600-h/Photo-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123794581578595282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RxtgBmEQO9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/pfzHLhsukVU/s320/Photo-0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RxthYGEQO_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/K0jpR9-h4ZM/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123796067637279730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RxthYGEQO_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/K0jpR9-h4ZM/s200/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eugene says I look &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a rabbit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this pic ------&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i decided to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find a rabbit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahahaha. Somehow, I'm begining to slack in my revision.. but at the same time, i seem to be on track.. is that good? Then why do i still fill like there's something i need to do? haha. I finally got Beautiful Seed Album for myself. Yay!! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-7166013716229123621?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/7166013716229123621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=7166013716229123621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7166013716229123621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7166013716229123621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/eugene-says-i-look-like-rabbit-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RxtgBmEQO9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/pfzHLhsukVU/s72-c/Photo-0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-505112473017057848</id><published>2007-10-20T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T16:49:36.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakae!! take away platter.. this is the SMALL platter. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123335200466549666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rxm-OGEQO6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/T46T4WNVli0/s400/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rxm_8GEQO7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/0bpV700BJ4Y/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123337090252159922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rxm_8GEQO7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/0bpV700BJ4Y/s200/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RxnAq2EQO8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-5t24E1PCo4/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123337893411044290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RxnAq2EQO8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-5t24E1PCo4/s200/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;----before &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;after----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad bought home for dinner. Den my bro very smart. not coming home, never say.. and the day before agreed to come home to eat dinner somemore. End up wasted so much food. Dad quite disappointed and angry. I think Dad quite poor thing. He always tries to provide the best he can for us.. yet i don't think he knows how much we appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... camps and meeting new people. heck i even took down numbers and birthdays.. but den again, it was dated 08/08/08.. Ah, if only my dreams could become reality. Wouldn't life be so much more exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-505112473017057848?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/505112473017057848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=505112473017057848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/505112473017057848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/505112473017057848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/sakae-take-away-platter.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rxm-OGEQO6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/T46T4WNVli0/s72-c/DSC00112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-578766918256977310</id><published>2007-10-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:39:59.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, we should never be afraid to let someone know we care for them and love them. In a short period of less than a year, i've encountered the unpredictability of life twice.. both were Victorians. Although I don't know them personally, it's an uneasy feeling how someone no matter how distantly related to you has just disappeared so suddenly. Condolences to Wrixon's friends and family.. may the peace of God guard your hearts in this trying period. Pray for them won't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-578766918256977310?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/578766918256977310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=578766918256977310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/578766918256977310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/578766918256977310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know-we-should-never-be-afraid-to.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-3741399648011449828</id><published>2007-10-17T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:39:36.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! ginger tea really works.. k i took medicine too! Thanks Dad.&lt;br /&gt;He's been sacrificially helping mum around the house.. den todae he make tea for me cos i got flu.. so nice right! Haha. grandparents came over todae. sat on the couch and watched tv the whole day with my mum! Quite a rare sight to see mum just watching tv and doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad I managed to do bio despite having to constantly plug that waterfall.. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh if only i had the guts to go for anything i wanted.. oh wells. somethings are more complicated than it seems, others are made complicated by ourselves.. which description applies here? I've yet to figure that out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-3741399648011449828?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/3741399648011449828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=3741399648011449828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3741399648011449828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3741399648011449828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/yay-ginger-tea-really-works.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-2409488464564269905</id><published>2007-10-17T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:14:08.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome home mum!!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;man.. i'll miss those vanding machines :p I love the milo.&lt;br /&gt;Her HOD damn irritating! got the cheek to call and ask if she'll be at work the next day.. wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really sick and tired of studying.. can't seem to get it.. keep doing the math papers.. but keep having to refer to the answers.. what's the point? i don't learn.. I don't understand, i memorise workings.. that's retarded.. and i seriously dunno what to expect for A levles.. esp econs.. wat's gonna come out man!?!?! slfjhgs;fhgasfjgaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家加油哦。&lt;br /&gt;还省下6weeks!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-2409488464564269905?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/2409488464564269905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=2409488464564269905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2409488464564269905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2409488464564269905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-home-mum-haha-man.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-5125530003507039922</id><published>2007-10-15T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:13:16.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"My life is very monotonous," he said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But you have hair the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And i shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"You must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"It is the time that you have wasted on your rose that makes your rose so important"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It is only with the heart that one sees rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-taken from "The little Prince" by Antoine De Saint-Exupery-&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/38457907-5125530003507039922?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/5125530003507039922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=5125530003507039922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5125530003507039922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5125530003507039922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/friendship-my-life-is-very-monotonous.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-1735479147759377788</id><published>2007-10-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:27:46.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, i think i'm psychic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my dream about the bomb thing.. well two days later, dad told me he was awaken by some explosion that happened in the field downstairs.. he say he saw like fire and wdv.. the kids playing with firecrackers of some sort.. he though some accident or "somebody fired a revolver" haha!! can imagine my reaction.. cos it happened AFTER i dreamt about it.. my face was like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RxIiRmEQO5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/bDnQXEhHsEQ/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121193411945184146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RxIiRmEQO5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/bDnQXEhHsEQ/s400/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. anyway.. i walked from Mount Elizabeth to pass douby ghaut today! it was nice. can just take my time to walk without worrying bout anything. wanted to walk to city hall but took a wrong turn at the cathay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked along orchard road till orchard plaza, den took a right turn to some ulu part.. near pheonix hotel, cos i was attracted by this nicely lit building so decided to check it out. den decided to continue walking.. and singing at the same time.. and somethign really cool and funny happened.. i was singing "Spirit touch your church" and when i sang the last line "let your rain fall upon me", immediately i felt two drops of rain on my hands.. i got a shock la.. and i started laughing.. it wasn't raining!! hello?? and i was in the open.. den after that no more water falling from the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyways, i continued walking along the deserted road.. ended up at raffles academy.. which is i dunno where.. got this really cool old church building, illuminated by blue and yellow lights at the entrance.. kinda grand.. catholic i think, forgot the name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den walked along the road, took this weird narrow staircase down under an overhead bridge, ended up walking pass fort canning park.. saw this wide and long staircase leading up the hill to fort canning.. decided why not! so i climbed up and walked around in fort canning. It was kinda dark and scary! but it's cool! cos i can sing real loud and no one hears! haha! just in case i got lost and died i smsed my dad to tell him i was at fort canning.. hhahaaha!! i checked the park guide and decided i'd walk till the park mall exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crossed the road to park mall, back to civilisation.. but the link from fort canning to park mall was the scariest part! haha! i actually hesistated walking down that narrow and dark and winding staircase.. haha. But heck. isn't this wat i'm here for? haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached douby ghaut, that's where i got mixed up.. instead of continuing down toward city hall, i walked the opposite direction toward meridian.. but i saw some cool stalls selling ancient chinese coins and stuff.. they were really heavy! but i still think they're fake. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was a straight road back.. oh i bought sugarcane + lemon to drink on the way back.. haha. dad wanted me to buy dinner. Reached taka, bought tako pachi.. they dun mix the balls anymore.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take a walk...&lt;br /&gt;down orchard road....&lt;br /&gt;lalallaa.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-1735479147759377788?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/1735479147759377788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=1735479147759377788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1735479147759377788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1735479147759377788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-i-think-im-psychic.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RxIiRmEQO5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/bDnQXEhHsEQ/s72-c/DSC00108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8418839190393331198</id><published>2007-10-10T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:12:24.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gave up doing MJ prelim math paper. WTH WTH WTH. really cannot do la. owehbfaw;eofb;EBF;QB3FBO;FBAO;EFB;B VOEBFOBFOPWEBFObeBE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a word- screwed.&lt;br /&gt;I want to throw in the towel&lt;br /&gt;I want to drown myself in ECP&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play uno so i can 'skip' this part of my life -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8418839190393331198?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8418839190393331198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8418839190393331198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8418839190393331198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8418839190393331198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/wth-i-just-gave-up-doing-mj-prelim-math.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-6305980541063125111</id><published>2007-10-09T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:09:37.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND... i forgot.. my dreams are weirder than eva!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last night i dream i made a bomb.. it was like spherical, orange and yellow with white bands around it, den it had this digital counter.. I made it with my dad. Haha! and i tested it by throwing it out of the window from my house.. cool eh? i was actually wondering whether that would be a good idea. The bomb exploded 10 times.. as in Kaboom 10 times consecutively. It made this huge crater in the ground below.. balls of flame were erupting each time it expoded and the digital counter, which i don't know why was somehow resistant to the blasts kept a record of the number of times it exploded. The suddenly the crater filled up with yellow oil.. and den it morphed into some kind of whrilpool. It it shifted to the nearby swimming pool.. where there was this really fat man swimming. and i mean REALLY fat.. like mountaneous layers of lipids folding in and out kinda fat.. he tried to clamber out of the pool when he saw the whirlpool.. (which originated from land.. must be the oil) but of course he was too slow.. so he started getting whirled around in circles.. quite slowly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty since i was the cause.. so i went down and jumped into the pool to help him.. i dunno why i jumped into the pool, i just did. i remeber something on tv about smaller masses being able to get out of a *insert geography term* where the rapids fold over one another when the water flows from a higher ground to lower ground, causing u to get stuck in there.. i guess that's why i jumped in.. den by some miraculous power, i managed to push that FAT ass out.. cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den i woke up trying to solve this ridiculous chem equation which i realised did not exist in the first place and hence would probably have no answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a word.. STRESS&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;ah but stressed is dessert spelled backwards.  WHO CARES!! i want it spelled forwards! -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-6305980541063125111?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/6305980541063125111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=6305980541063125111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/6305980541063125111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/6305980541063125111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/and.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-2770815930598906862</id><published>2007-10-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:54:29.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man!! it's 22 days to A levels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really getting stressed now. There's like soooo much to revise and stupid remedials some of which are pretty useless are right smack in the middle of the day.. waste travelling time and all.&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all of, teachers are really hard to get nowadays. Can't help it i guess since there are like a million more students than teachers.. but it's really irritating cos you want to move on with your revision but the amount of unexplained mistakes just keeps mounting up. BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 1s enjoying and slacking like free now.. okay, maybe there's PW. Haha! but they're mostly slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambatte ne. It's not the results that matter, but wat you do with them. Resillience! jia you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-2770815930598906862?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/2770815930598906862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=2770815930598906862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2770815930598906862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2770815930598906862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/man-its-22-days-to-levels.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-1855704690570526823</id><published>2007-10-07T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:27:23.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RwjrgGEQO4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EmP6muxjzYI/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118599913123363714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RwjrgGEQO4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EmP6muxjzYI/s400/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not every sunday you get a thunderstorm and you get my folks acting so cutely like a couple after the rain huh? So wat do i do? TAKE PHOTO OF COURSE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RwjqlWEQO3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/kD1gKbrYQig/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118598903806049138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RwjqlWEQO3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/kD1gKbrYQig/s400/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! now i know why they got married. Dad loves to act cute and mum loves it. muahahaha!! :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rayrin! dun accuse me of acting cute next time. It's not my fault i have this inherited condition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-1855704690570526823?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/1855704690570526823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=1855704690570526823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1855704690570526823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1855704690570526823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-every-sunday-you-get-thunderstorm.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RwjrgGEQO4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EmP6muxjzYI/s72-c/DSC00134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-368164831821167064</id><published>2007-10-05T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:35:28.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do we only treasure what we have when it's been taken away from us? I never used to make it a point to enjoy choir practices while i was at it.. maybe that's because i was always picky about how to improve.. i ended up missing out on enjoying my time there. And now. I really miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those choreo practices outside LT5 for projects like SOV and PCC.. dancing and singing and making a fool of ourselves. I miss that alot. And i realise i'll never get a chance to do that agian. I guess on SOV day i didn't fully understand what it would mean not being able to rehearse together with VJChoir again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all year1s, and a special group of people, thank you so much for making my time in VJChoir so enjoyable. Cherish what you have please! and never see choir as a chore, no matter how tired you are. You'll miss being tired of choir. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has officially ended..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It's b'cos of the time and effort you put into something that makes it so important&lt;br /&gt;2) You need to take the initiative to make a friendship work&lt;br /&gt;3) See with your heart what your eye cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or did i remember wrongly? Mr chan's farewell address, points taken from the book "The little prince" I haven't read it, maybe i will soon. I'd like to have more time to get to know some people better.. however&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason why superficial friendships exist is because everyone's too interested in the life of strangers than each other's. Terrible. And i thought technology was the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my econs teacher doesn't make a very good debater. she can't convince me that i'm wrong. and i'm left to explore this terra incognita all by myself. I'm talking about case-study questions of course. somehow i can't seem to get it right. and the other teachers afraid of making a political blunder would rather not help. WTH? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my result slip looks like shit.&lt;br /&gt;EEDCEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise those are the letters that make up the name of the company which i buy my subject files from... hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-368164831821167064?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/368164831821167064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=368164831821167064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/368164831821167064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/368164831821167064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-we-only-treasure-what-we-have-when.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-3327191898398989823</id><published>2007-10-02T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:57:30.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's true how great expectations results in great disappointment. Never again shall i expect too much of myself. I'll do my best no doubt, but i'll prepare for the worst. I guess coming into VJ means my grades will suffer like shit. How come nobody warned me before.. dsa is a bad thing, it's allocative inefficiency.. blea. I got 17/25 for econs essay. But my overall garde is 47% aka case study totally sucked to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. there goes all hope of getting into where i currently want to go. maybe i'll just learn to be content with whatever happens. God's in control, i know. Maybe it isn't his plan for me to be academically inclined.. afterall, my entire family didn't exactly do well academically...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-3327191898398989823?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/3327191898398989823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=3327191898398989823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3327191898398989823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3327191898398989823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-true-how-great-expectations-results.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-7683844970164858107</id><published>2007-10-01T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:56:17.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you measure the standard of a school? By the level of difficulty of it's examination papers? Why is it I get the feeling teachers around Singapore are trying their best to set the most difficult exam papers they can ever imagine? Do they get a good laugh out of it? Or do they secretly hope (they claim to protect their papers by hindering its distribution) that students from other schools get hold of their papers and conceed defeat upon attempting them? Just to show off their "standard".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one can't be bothered with a paper that is too difficult. Not only is it demoralising. it is a joke. What's the point of setting a paper that most people do badly for and then moderating the grades upwards thereafter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something seriously wrong with the way schools are judged.. we have failed to take into account pupil welfare which includes mental and emotional well-being of the students. Much like in any economy, where standard of living should never be determined by GDP growth alone, but assessed using other methods such as MEW and what not which includes quality of life and amount of leisure time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-7683844970164858107?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/7683844970164858107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=7683844970164858107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7683844970164858107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7683844970164858107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-do-you-measure-standard-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-1569288821061774558</id><published>2007-09-30T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T17:03:23.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a really sweet dream last night! I had a golden retriever!!! hahah!!! sorta. haiz.. but that's only a dream. I remember waking up and feeling resonably disappointed :p I guess when i really put my heart into something I won't be able to let go of it that easily.. oh wells. But life's gotta move on eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no key to happiness&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;.&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;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;since the door is always open :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like that quote.. heard it over the radio yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-1569288821061774558?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/1569288821061774558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=1569288821061774558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1569288821061774558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1569288821061774558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-had-really-sweet-dream-last-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-400565113064863801</id><published>2007-09-29T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T11:06:04.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rv2_i2EQO1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/A1RXO8AkCgY/s1600-h/DSC04875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115455357112564562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rv2_i2EQO1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/A1RXO8AkCgY/s400/DSC04875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PAO (prelims/Promos Are Over) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha!! dunno who wrote on the choir room whiteboard. So wat do we do? Go Sakae buffet and PIG. heh! First time I see such a tall tower of Sakae plates.. the waitress actually came and told us she needed the plates back cos they were running out of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rv2-mmEQO0I/AAAAAAAAADw/C9un3jDWl1s/s1600-h/DSC04872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115454322025446210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rv2-mmEQO0I/AAAAAAAAADw/C9un3jDWl1s/s400/DSC04872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almosts as tall as me!! or issit cos my hair standing up like astro-boy.. haha!!! I got no idea wat's with my hair that day.. look like ice cream o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rv3AvmEQO2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UolhsYT1azk/s1600-h/DSC04888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115456675667524450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rv3AvmEQO2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UolhsYT1azk/s400/DSC04888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-400565113064863801?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/400565113064863801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=400565113064863801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/400565113064863801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/400565113064863801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/pao-prelimspromos-are-over-haha-dunno.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rv2_i2EQO1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/A1RXO8AkCgY/s72-c/DSC04875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8782568368916006802</id><published>2007-09-26T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T16:55:18.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah so as predicted.. my prelim grades are like EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Hopefully econs can get B or A?? haha. God you humour me. But oh wells. Thank you for these results you've given me, now I won't get complacent and i'll work harder. :) Thank you Lord. Now.. would you please give me the discipline and wisdom to work smart too? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go.. the final lap. A levels just around the corner. This is it man. 12 yrs of irrelevant education coming to an end. Full steam ahead. Cleared my room already. Shall get down to planning my schedule tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Dino yesterday to watch Evan Almighty! haha! lame show. Bruce almighty was better. Yay! after A levels must go out more k! hehe. Den we can conclude whether eggplant or cucumber or banana is the most friendly. :p Can teach me more jap. den i teach u econs. heh :p as if.... ah wells.. for now.. everyone GAMBATTE. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8782568368916006802?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8782568368916006802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8782568368916006802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8782568368916006802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8782568368916006802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/ah-so-as-predicted.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8584481773682018789</id><published>2007-09-24T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:21:16.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What should I do after A levels? Maybe instead of doing all those stuff.. i should sign up aboard the Dulous.. afterall, i've always liked cruises.. except this one will be much more meaningful. And i get to meet new people too, fellow brothers and sisters in christ. But den.. I don't have that much time.. unless I enlist in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for chorale AGM with Danny, Shi Xuan, Shu Wei, Fran, Enoch, Heli. I'm still undecided whether or not to join.. Maybe after BMT la. They going Russia next year. But i'll be serving the country anyway.. so cannot go. Mr Kwei's house is nice though. haha! same concept as my house.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post prelims are kinda nice. But soon i'll have to get back to work.  o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8584481773682018789?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8584481773682018789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8584481773682018789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8584481773682018789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8584481773682018789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-should-i-do-after-levels-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8477857636479854766</id><published>2007-09-21T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:58:27.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PRELIM OVER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8477857636479854766?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8477857636479854766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8477857636479854766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8477857636479854766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8477857636479854766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/prelim-over.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-5224383358629024471</id><published>2007-09-20T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T13:26:06.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weiqin's birthday todae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's birthday two days ago. Heh! the minute she saw this photo, she said Don't put it on the web! Heh! So here it is! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RvIEIE6bHHI/AAAAAAAAADo/FWHY6oqsUjg/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112153063823187058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RvIEIE6bHHI/AAAAAAAAADo/FWHY6oqsUjg/s400/DSC00126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day more to the end of prelims! happy day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-5224383358629024471?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/5224383358629024471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=5224383358629024471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5224383358629024471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5224383358629024471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/weiqins-birthday-todae-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RvIEIE6bHHI/AAAAAAAAADo/FWHY6oqsUjg/s72-c/DSC00126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-7586023659368510975</id><published>2007-09-16T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:18:13.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wana join the Navy..&lt;br /&gt;So i can sail in the open seas and watch beautiful sunsets on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;And i can wear a nice uniform =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's kinda a life that's always on the move, you don't really get to settle down and spend time with your family and friends.. let alone find a girlfriend.. unless of course you manage to find one on board.. but what are the chances really.. considering if she's attractive enough, there'll be many after her too.. I don't think I'll really "fight for a girl".. usually I'll give in to others.. or maybe hope that the girl will choose me.. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness.. how come talk about career can drift off to BGR.. bleah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. maybe a behind the desk pyschiatric work is not me after all? I've thought about being a marine biologist. That way I can explore my passion for animals and sail around either at sea or at least in a river.. or swamp.. Dad says I'm living up to my name.. by being a frog. But it's really cool, reading about what these biologists do.. helping to conserve wildlife.. or I could be a conservationalist. heh. some people think conservationalist are mad.. tie themselves to trees to stop them from being chopped down for timber. No.. i don't think i'm nuts. and i won't do that. But I'd like to sign up for some conservation work and trips sometime.. maybe after A's or when i'm in the U? Anyone interested? hehe. Let's go clean up sugei buloh nature reserve! wohoo!! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-7586023659368510975?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/7586023659368510975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=7586023659368510975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7586023659368510975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7586023659368510975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wana-join-navy.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8325179314206696523</id><published>2007-09-15T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:27:56.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is part of a song was written by my aunt and a few friends a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're down feel that no one cares,&lt;br /&gt;Go on your knees and whisper a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;You'll find God in that quietness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a forgot the rest of the lyrics. But arent' the first three lines more than suficient?&lt;br /&gt;God's always there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need to feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun talk to yourself.. talk to God!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mugging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8325179314206696523?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8325179314206696523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8325179314206696523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8325179314206696523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8325179314206696523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-part-of-song-was-written-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-1751460717426108709</id><published>2007-09-15T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:52:27.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had a movie marathon. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Matrix reloaded&lt;br /&gt;2) Yours, Mine and Ours&lt;br /&gt;3) Take the lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wohoo!! nice! Ballroom dancing never looked so appealing =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-1751460717426108709?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/1751460717426108709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=1751460717426108709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1751460717426108709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1751460717426108709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-had-movie-marathon.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-5776012769515599058</id><published>2007-09-14T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T13:24:06.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know wat it means to live a live totally surrendered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, to me, it means being able to say "THANK YOU GOD!" no matter wat the exam results are! I missed that chance after O levels cos i was kinda sad i didn't do better.. haha. Poor Ann Siong couldn't express his happiness properly I think cos he probably didn't want to rub it in for me.. but i realise i didn't do too badly.. infact i improved from prelim by quite alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a slack day today. Weekend is finally here which means there is no paper tmr! YAY! =)&lt;br /&gt;I have a funny feeling i'm gonna miss this. Well at least there's still A levels.. haha! Econs and math paper 2 and maybe bio were okay.. Chem and math 1 was tough.. who knows wat next week will bring..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-5776012769515599058?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/5776012769515599058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=5776012769515599058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5776012769515599058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5776012769515599058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-you-know-wat-it-means-to-live-live.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-813048657743973854</id><published>2007-09-11T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:34:14.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rejoice in the Lord always, and I say again, Rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God commands his children to be joyful in everything... not for everything that comes our way, but in all circumstances, to know that He's in control and that he has a better plan for us. A plan that we have yet to understand cos we can't predict the future. But because God has already planned out entire life out for us, till we die and go home to him in heaven, he knows what's best for us and wants us to trust him to carry us through all our difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Job's easy. Just trust in him. And be happy. So simple right!! Yea man! Wohoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-813048657743973854?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/813048657743973854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=813048657743973854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/813048657743973854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/813048657743973854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/rejoice-in-lord-always-and-i-say-again.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8583303212678882948</id><published>2007-09-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:33:22.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo wassup world! I'm so satisfied. I did bio paper todae!! like finally... haha! THANKS CAROL!!!! i owe you a big one. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random lady approached me while i was studying downstairs.. "boy! u can study here ar? so dark.. eh actually qutie bright hor.." er.. right. Turns out she's from KL and she's helping her daughter look for a school in Singapore and jus wants to find out more about Singapore's system.. cool.. hope i helped.. she say next time i go KL should go drop by, den she'll ask her son to take me clubbing.. hahah!!!! right... i doubt i'll like clubbing.. nvr go before.. heard it's like crowded TTM. yucks. dun like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! study study study! tmr shall STUDY more!! wohoo!!! madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely no more.. God's gift of love and companionship is freely given to those who wants it. yay. thank you God. I'll live for you. You give me a reason to live and live happily.. no emo. no no no emo ever again. =) YAY. =D Indescribable. I have a purpose for living!! And that's to honour God in whatever i do. So i dun wanna let him down by hating this life He's given me! I'm gonna live it for HIM. =) until he calls me back to heaven..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8583303212678882948?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8583303212678882948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8583303212678882948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8583303212678882948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8583303212678882948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/yo-wassup-world-im-so-satisfied.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-4557280608978698348</id><published>2007-09-08T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:12:37.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ratatouille!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute lil rat that cooks and has a wonderful outlook of life. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i decided to join my parents to go watch todae. Dino! Sorry!! we go watch something else k! Was dying to get out of the house. =p  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how many couple there were at cine todae. Like every corner, every turn! Old young, all shapes and sizes.. haha! How apt, when i was just talking to my mum in the cab about how i'm getting old and running out of time. heh. Seriously wat. considering the average age for marriage is 25 (read it somewhere).. actually i think that's a lil early for guys in Singapore.. i'm 18.. two years in army.. (they always say how army is a bad time to get attached) that means a leap forward in time to 20. That leaves my 5 years of dating.. + 1 or 2.. Mum and Dad dated 4 years before getting married..   newsflash!! I gonna marry the first girl i date? hmm.. siao liao.... haha.. no i dun think so.. shitx.. i'm getting old.. no one wants me :(  bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was nonsense. haha. But it was fun wathching all the couples at orchard. soooooooo many!! But the guys mostly have that un-schooled look.. and some of them.. really quite not good looking.. the girls are well.. some are quite cute :p You know.. i always say.. based on the theory of natural selection, there are sposed to be no more ugly people in the world.. :p nvm.. no link. Another no link thought.. asian girls like ang mo guys.. but ang mo gals dun like asian guys do they? too short. heh! tsk tsk. at a disadvantage... no link cos i dun like ang mo girls either. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at this new jap outlet. Sakae teppanyaki at cine. Food was nice! Eat until supaduppa full!! The chef look like a group of friends venturing out into starting a business. All very young, look more at home out there in cine chilling out.. got tatoos.. hair - dyed and styled.. quite cool! Finish work den just in time to go club.. lol.  heh. But they look like nice guys too. so polite in their service. haha! conclusion, never judge a book by its cover. See!! Although first impression does count la. And i probably gave some people.. or most.. a really bad one last year.. heh heh! wdv lor!! i'm not beng okay! hmpf. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae was great. Had fun chilling out with my folks. Hope i get to do this more often. I can't wait to go hokkaido!!! AARGH!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-4557280608978698348?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/4557280608978698348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=4557280608978698348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4557280608978698348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4557280608978698348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/ratatouille-cute-lil-rat-that-cooks-and.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-1517618540686390657</id><published>2007-09-08T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:14:26.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come i dun feel like studying?? ya.. i can count the number of days to prelim with one hand.. and yet.. I"M GONNA WATCH MOVIE LATER. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred, ur gonna flop prelims.&lt;br /&gt;Ur predicted grades will be EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. gah.. why i gotta have a name with soooo many Es.. at least not alot of S.. and good thing there's no longer a F grade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arog.. i miss that name. haha!&lt;br /&gt;This is sooo totally randomness. A result of a bored frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims, so near yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to practice writing an econs essay..&lt;br /&gt;I'm using the excuse that i dun have questions to practice.. actually i do. They're in my tutorials. But i prefer to overlook them. SHIT..... bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.. prelims fail liao...&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;i'm full of nonsense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-1517618540686390657?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/1517618540686390657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=1517618540686390657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1517618540686390657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1517618540686390657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8504303046720716597</id><published>2007-09-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:36:14.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anwebgjeg;HOIh3oiwe..&lt;br /&gt;study so little todae.. rarrr! Played PS2 in the end.. cos Ben was playing.. kabong*&lt;br /&gt;Den ate KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun feel like mugging.. bleh =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8504303046720716597?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8504303046720716597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8504303046720716597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8504303046720716597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8504303046720716597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/anwebgjeghoih3oiwe.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-3081486592464968601</id><published>2007-09-03T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:06:52.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did something super silly.. took a BIG detour around some big shopping center... haha!! I think I did that somewhere else too. o.O Ah sians.. and guys are sposed to be street smart.. crap.. kinda demoralising eh? -_-" Reminds me of how i tried to take a new route to church from J8 the other time and got lost.. kinda. And my friend was with me.. aye i dunno wat to say.. so embarassing! sheesh. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. other events... *unbloggable*  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-3081486592464968601?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/3081486592464968601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=3081486592464968601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3081486592464968601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3081486592464968601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-did-something-super-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-7410499117355099706</id><published>2007-09-03T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T23:59:12.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had the most pleasant revelation this afternoon. It's still a long way till A levels... and prelims count for nuts.. haha! And the problem is, I have soooo much time on my hands I dunno wat to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinetics and genetics this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dEn read "Dateable. Are you? are they?" by Justin Lookadoo and Hayley DiMarco. It was quite retarded. They keep putting guys in a bad light.. rarrr. Like how in a relationship the girl is always the one dreaming of how the r/s wil last forever and how she's dreaming of the perfect wedding and picking names for the kids.. while on the other hand, the guy is the selfish one, thinking about his future plans and how he will say things like "forever love" but not meaning it &lt;em&gt;that way..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's rather unfair to those guys out there who actually mean wat they say and it's the girls who are sooo not into the r/s.. and where it's the girls who are so overly concerned about how their friends think of the guy.. I've heard too many stories that compel me to say something in defence of all the nice guys out there... I think teen guys and girls are both equally guilty of subcumbing to peer pressure. Well i guess it's different for each case..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-7410499117355099706?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/7410499117355099706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=7410499117355099706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7410499117355099706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7410499117355099706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-had-most-pleasant-revelation-this.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-1994365316782458311</id><published>2007-09-02T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:51:38.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was at ZARA with mum and dad todae.. &lt;br /&gt;Mum was getting an eye check up at the optician nearby, den dad and I got bored.. so we walked around. In the end we ended up at ZARA and dad bought a trench coat for japan trip. cool! Den i saw this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RtraMrxLGuI/AAAAAAAAADY/GJIYGTJbKps/s1600-h/Photo-0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RtraMrxLGuI/AAAAAAAAADY/GJIYGTJbKps/s400/Photo-0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105633039020137186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. haha! And i managed to get another shot before the salesguy told me it wasn't allowed.. heh heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RtrbGbxLGvI/AAAAAAAAADg/JLeNCpEsxME/s1600-h/Photo-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RtrbGbxLGvI/AAAAAAAAADg/JLeNCpEsxME/s400/Photo-0013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105634031157582578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum actually considered buying it for me cos i really liked it.. heh heh. But it's not very practical la.. it doesn't keep me warm enough for cold countries and it's too overkill to don on for orchard road? Man.. i need a good excuse! help me think. =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy i caught up with my work after yesterday's ecounter with the flu bug. rarr! and i still managed to watch 300 and hitch today. wohoo! lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-1994365316782458311?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/1994365316782458311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=1994365316782458311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1994365316782458311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1994365316782458311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-was-at-zara-with-mum-and-dad-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RtraMrxLGuI/AAAAAAAAADY/GJIYGTJbKps/s72-c/Photo-0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-4456921221268357033</id><published>2007-08-31T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:06:46.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got out of the house today. &lt;br /&gt;Went to school for teachers' day celebrations. It was good! Really entertaining. Good job house com!! The videos were hilarious! the best part was when mr seet bumped his head while "singing in the rain" =p and then mr tan was raping.. striking resemblence to cheng wei..  and the teacher's ge-tai competition left us calling for encore. But as usual the PA crew was struggling with their consoles and they kinda messed up when choir was performing. Like Xian Jun said, all the lights power went into the mikes.. and that's not exactly a good thing.. haha! oh! dance incorportaed 'locking' into their choreography! haha! So that's how it's supposed to look like.. And then the bands.. haha!! GO NONO!! nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, nah nah.. haha! the whole choir was like singing along.. someone commented that there were speakers at the back of the hall.. but speakers dun harmonise do they? =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass Dance was.. well mass dance. haha! Sorry mongxz for that missed hi-five!! lol. woops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den went back to VS.. as usual Wong sang again.. and omg.. wat note did he hit?? wth? I was too stunned to try and figure out wat note it was.. C ? D ? sheesh.. anyway, only talked to two teachers.. cos the rest have left VS. Ms lyana is married!! haha!!! congrats. She says han teng has grown more handsome! lol. well done dude! watever u did to urself =p and den ms tang was wearing specs.. she was sitting with the teachers in the hall during celebrations so i didn't want to disturb first, so i waved from far and indicated the new specs. den i think she was kinda concious after that cos she quickly took it off.. HAHA! funnae.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. that's basically it.. nothing much happened after that, quite odd sight to see VS kids rushing to get onto the bus before it even reached the bus stop though.. chill man, just wait, the bus will come to the bus stop.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gald I did something other than stone in the house todae, and i went swimming too! good place to "swim in my thoughts" haha!! den after that i pigged on cake and what not.. there goes all the exercise. o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-4456921221268357033?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/4456921221268357033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=4456921221268357033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4456921221268357033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4456921221268357033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-finally-got-out-of-house-today.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-3390320321133796385</id><published>2007-08-30T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:33:14.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know.. being at home the whole day is kinda boring.. maybe it's causing all these weird dreams.. like how i dream my sec sch operations manager known affectionately as OM chia came to VJ and inspected the choir room.. den he took out a red marker and made big crosses on all the choir photos on the board?!?! I was the only one in the room and I couldn't stop him no matter how hard I tried.. i tried to take a video of him doing it as evidence but my phone didn't work.. den i chased him out to the PT and demanded an explanation.. and..... he said cos the photos defamed our principal.. yea, RSAF.. like wth? The funny thing was i remember him putting a big red cross across a rather unglam photo of myself which rayrin took.. (in reality, that photo doesn't exist). Den i started pleading with him for i got no idea wat reason, to stop invading into the privacy of the choir room.. and i must say, my arguments were well constructed! But i don't know why they were presented admist lots of tearing again.. den suddenly i saw a flipper of a dolphin rise from the fountain outside the PT.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i was in a lift with my dad and bro.. the lift resembled my home's private lift but it had no door.. so when it moved we could see the inside of the lift chaft.. den again, it wasn't really a lift chaft.. it was a solid concrete wall.. greenish-grey in colour.. and the lift moved side ways and diagonally.. and in circles too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den i dream that i was sposed to meet a friend after school.. den he said he was at the sports center.. (since when our school had a sports center) So duh, i couldn't find it.. but i figured if i just kept walking, i eventually would.. and yes. I did. But when i got there, i found him in the cinema watching a movie.. he said he was playing basketball.. o.O and then i saw people sitting on the steps infront of the G.O to support keely....... huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And den i was at some kelong in ancient China.. or was it vietnam.. i had to get home.. but i couldn't find a way out of the kelong (without swimming). I knew where i was headed, i knew where i had to go.. but every route i tried seemed to lead me to dead ends.. den i walked pass this big hall where the church people were having some gathering.. den there were tables, apparently for the lunch that was to follow.. i walked past it and into a room where there were these weird people dressed in vietnamese costumes.. and then one of them thrust a bible into my face and asked me "do you believe?"  "yea i believe" i replied.. and continued walking on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-3390320321133796385?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/3390320321133796385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=3390320321133796385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3390320321133796385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3390320321133796385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-4449463055608870166</id><published>2007-08-28T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:10:29.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually i think i have an explanation for the dream.. or at least segments of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, my wisdom tooth is growing and it was the last thing on my mind before i went ot bed.. and it hurts.. hence the vampires.. o.O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the vampire images floating on the ceiling, cos i watched an anime where a young couple were on a carousel going through an overhead glass aquarium.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess trains remind me of spirited away, hence the scenery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood was probably cos my dad was watching some gory show.. where blood was spewing out all over the place.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing i dun understand.. the location. I keep re-visiting that old train depot, where i usually get lost, and can't find my way.. heck i've never even seen that place in real life.. how ironic in this last dream that it was my last visit there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morbid eh? haha!! &lt;br /&gt;But u know wat? I didn't include the part where after that incident.. i met up with an old friend and was telling her about my encounter with the vampires over lunch.. heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-4449463055608870166?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/4449463055608870166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=4449463055608870166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4449463055608870166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4449463055608870166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/actually-i-think-i-have-explanation-for.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-3040727457344543645</id><published>2007-08-28T08:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:17:20.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a really weird dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow they always have to do with trains and vampires..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i was in the movies.. and then, before the show started, there was this trailer about a new movie coming to town: about some karate girl going on a holiday with her family on a train. But somehow she kept seeing flashes of vampires in different parts of the train. Funny thing is only she could see them. Like floating on the ceiling, outside the window.. everytime she tried to alert someone to their presence, the flashes were gone by the time she looked a second time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then all of a sudden i got transported into the movie.. yea.. into her shoes. And the best part at that.. the train suddenly was empty and the vampires were no longer transient beings but solid and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train was painted a light cream colour, no air-con.. still using windows with those huge metallic latches you gotta yank real hard to open or close the window, and divided into compartments by a sliding door which spaned the entire height of the cabin with a glass panel in the middle. It was travelling along a country side of lush greenery and mountains in the backdrop. Or was it a desert.. anyways, so here i was staring at these two scary looking vampires. Both quite slim and tall. They look like humans albeit their jaws were dripping with blood.. and they were staggering closer. (do vampires walk?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that they were still in the other compartment. So I ran FORWARD and slid the door shut and locked it. No surprise.. they shattered the glass panel and tried to grab me. Of course i anticipated this and was already clear out of the way.. but the noise from the shattering of the glass was defeaning, enough to drown out the sound of my heart thumping rapidly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the other vampire appeared at the window which was still wide open.. i made an attempt to draw it shut but his arms were already inside. But i had to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i got it shut, and locked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking shix!!!&lt;br /&gt;The one at the door climbed through the hole and was now a mere 3 meters away. I backed into the other end of the cabin and turned around to see that it was the control room. I banged desperatly on the door and pleaded with the driver for help. I remember saying something like "give me a gun or anything please! there are vampires after me!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He handed me a flash gun. It was red and much like those new year celebration poppers.. At that moment, the train pulled into a station and the doors swung wide open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a dash for the exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was some kinda fort-siloso look alike train depot.. There were soldiers sleeping on wooden tables at one end and at the other end, the vampires were right there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fired the flash gun.... missed. &lt;br /&gt;I ran to the sleeping soldiers and grabbed their rifles but to my dismay, they were toys... ?!?!?! The vampire laughed. His cold, mocking, sadistic laughter. (Vampires laugh??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further away, the police guard had a pistol which was working and i fought with the vampires, shooting a gazillion holes into their bodies but they were still standing?!?! The guard also helped me fight them off.. for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until..&lt;br /&gt;He got too close and i saw blood. &lt;br /&gt;Amazingly the vampire collapsed to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;But the guard turned around and.. wait a minute, who collapsed to the ground? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed the pistol at him and squeezed the trigger. &lt;br /&gt;But instead of the explosive bang i had hoped for, 'click' &lt;br /&gt;I was out of ammo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guard was advancing on me, he was close. Very close. &lt;br /&gt;I began to cry, i knew this was it, all hope was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt his breadth upon my face, &lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes, ready to accept my fate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-3040727457344543645?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/3040727457344543645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=3040727457344543645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3040727457344543645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3040727457344543645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-had-really-weird-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-4739600387600132045</id><published>2007-08-24T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:31:27.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rs8DL7xLGsI/AAAAAAAAADI/7kuWwsfCSdk/s1600-h/IMG_2871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102300406391446210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rs8DL7xLGsI/AAAAAAAAADI/7kuWwsfCSdk/s400/IMG_2871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so it begins.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The begining of the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All too soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no more tutorials for me. No more climbing up and down V block to scuttle between LT5 and V47. Some how it seems so unreal. That 2 years of education in VJC have just flown by.. Yet the friendships forged will stand the test of time. School is but a place where friends gather. A place where strangers become friends, friends become family; Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten. Don't you just love that philosophy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning i walked into class and the tables were arranged in 7 neat rows of 6. The image of the 'first three months' period where we were all still wearing our sec sch uniforms immediately surfaced in my mind. It's hard to imagine that I've rocketed through 2 years just like that. I only wish I had more time to get to know some people better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't imagine having missed the Pattaya trip with the choir. Considering I almost gave in to my insecurities about not being able to catch up with school work. I shudder at the thought of how i would have journeyed through my time in VJChoir without making any friends that i can truly count on from this cohort. Pattaya was indeed the highlight of choir this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rs796bxLGoI/AAAAAAAAACo/k9yhlcpqlTQ/s1600-h/DSC09775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102294608185596546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rs796bxLGoI/AAAAAAAAACo/k9yhlcpqlTQ/s400/DSC09775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rs7_kbxLGqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-F2GWU71NoA/s1600-h/P1100301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102296429251730082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rs7_kbxLGqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-F2GWU71NoA/s400/P1100301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rs8A6rxLGrI/AAAAAAAAADA/FaxiphAiwH4/s1600-h/DSC09668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102297911015447218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rs8A6rxLGrI/AAAAAAAAADA/FaxiphAiwH4/s400/DSC09668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pattaya and beyond actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday celebrations have taken on a whole new defination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rs8HnbxLGtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/I5nihSnGlCc/s1600-h/DSC01576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rs8HnbxLGtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/I5nihSnGlCc/s400/DSC01576.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102305276884359890" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;And so begins my final lap toward completing 12 years of education in preparation for university and the world out there. Thanks to all who have journeyed with me; for having been co-authours of this segment of my life, for having added much colour to what would have been a hum-drum and pendatic routine of chores and responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all taking the dreaded As this year. Let's give it our final effort!! It'll be over.. soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-4739600387600132045?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/4739600387600132045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=4739600387600132045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4739600387600132045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4739600387600132045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so-it-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rs8DL7xLGsI/AAAAAAAAADI/7kuWwsfCSdk/s72-c/IMG_2871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-2531228607765657531</id><published>2007-08-21T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:27:16.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RssCc7xLGnI/AAAAAAAAACg/QLmnm3vbrHI/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RssCc7xLGnI/AAAAAAAAACg/QLmnm3vbrHI/s400/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101173699030751858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I decided to stay for dinner! Afterall. It's only exams. Friendship ought to be more important ain't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Celebrating Xian Yong's bday at fish &amp; co. was great =D What with the mini food fight and the birthday rap by the waitresses!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to hide at a really cool place at level 7 parkway.. 6 or 7 i can't remember.. while jeremy brought xy for gai-gai.. haha! Den we all jumped up from behind the parapet and sang happy birthday. wohoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-2531228607765657531?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/2531228607765657531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=2531228607765657531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2531228607765657531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2531228607765657531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-glad-i-decided-to-stay-for-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RssCc7xLGnI/AAAAAAAAACg/QLmnm3vbrHI/s72-c/DSC00099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-570565684326768914</id><published>2007-08-20T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:37:09.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How come i seem to have forgotten how to do electrochem!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think my stamina quite lousy. After 10 cannot think liao.. lousy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F=Le&lt;br /&gt;Q=It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Faraday = charge of 1 mole of electrons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DUNNO HOW TO APPLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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;sian.. -_-"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help?? o_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-570565684326768914?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/570565684326768914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=570565684326768914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/570565684326768914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/570565684326768914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-come-i-seem-to-have-forgotten-how.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-6483092210964030537</id><published>2007-08-19T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:13:30.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I doubt today's sermon in church was coincidental.. &lt;br /&gt;Being a christian for so long, I think i know a little more about how God works.. of course he never does fail to amaze me.. but. Today's sermon, God's perfect timing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday i was talking to rr about 'anger management'.. haha! nothing to do with him.. talked about how I feel I give people a kinda bad impression sometimes from the things I say and do. Then today's sermon touched on gentleness and meekness which translates into power under control, being able to give up your rights to be angry when it's so obvious you have every right to do so. I thought it was rather appropriate. God really opened my eyes to see how unappreciative I've been toward my parents, especially when i'm studying and I get really impatient and frustrated with everyone who trys to talk to me or take my attention away from mugging.. (I have alot to cover =p) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how I was just gobbling up my lunch grudgingly so i could hurry up and get back to 'Sequences and Series' totally ignoring the amount of time and effort mum put into cooking lunch for me.. It's really like you know.. those drama, where the old lady offers her son some.. i dunno soup or whatever.. den the son in his frustration flings his hand up and accidentally whacks the bowl and spills the soup all over.. wahh! poor old lady right?? like 'cry inside' that kinda emotion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was drama.. but, i think i need to show more appreciation to my parents and not be so self-centered from now on. =D I know they always do things for my sake without expecting anything in return. And I don't want to take their love for granted anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents.. so cute right!! hahaha!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rshd_LxLGmI/AAAAAAAAACY/puuNk-yusjA/s1600-h/DSC09213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rshd_LxLGmI/AAAAAAAAACY/puuNk-yusjA/s400/DSC09213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100429918069267042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-6483092210964030537?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/6483092210964030537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=6483092210964030537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/6483092210964030537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/6483092210964030537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-doubt-todays-sermon-in-church-was.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/Rshd_LxLGmI/AAAAAAAAACY/puuNk-yusjA/s72-c/DSC09213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-5285971182289902675</id><published>2007-08-19T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T01:23:56.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJOP5UpyF04"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJOP5UpyF04" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAE WAS EVEN GREATER!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha!! squeezing with the crowd at esplanade bay with a few of my favourit-est people =p to watch the fireworks from China. It was kinda funny singing our choir songs while waiting and pretending to be oblivious of the stares we were getting. Got this lady keep turing around to look at us everytime we start new song. I think her boyfriend must have felt rather pressurised.. =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt tonight's fireworks were better. More colours and designs! Alot of surprises too! I was really amazed by tonight's display. But I didn't press the record button properly so i was kinda like holding my camera up there while nothing was getting recorded.. until i realised toward the end of the show.. heh. Oh wells. But no regrets. Tonight's show was really great. Just being able to stand there and watch made me really happy! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was photo time!! took a few nice photos on the bay with the dazzling city lights in the background. Then we walked over the raffles city with nothing to do really.. but who cares.. haha! Go out no need to do anything wan la. Just walk.. and sing! Heh heh! We were singing christmas carols again.. and den we were singing in a stariwell.. imagine the acoustics!! I love being in choir. All of us can sing together anywhere anytime. Super cool. No regrets at all. If i were to go back in time, i'd join choir again. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great. Thanks guys for giving me something so beautiful to add to my collection of memories =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RscpKrxLGkI/AAAAAAAAACI/GCEKyLe6etQ/s1600-h/P1100547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RscpKrxLGkI/AAAAAAAAACI/GCEKyLe6etQ/s400/P1100547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100090366544779842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RscqtbxLGlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KEIyUiIbC7Y/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RscqtbxLGlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KEIyUiIbC7Y/s400/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100092063056861778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-5285971182289902675?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/5285971182289902675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=5285971182289902675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5285971182289902675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5285971182289902675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/todae-was-even-greater-haha-squeezing.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RscpKrxLGkI/AAAAAAAAACI/GCEKyLe6etQ/s72-c/P1100547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-9204558474537968220</id><published>2007-08-18T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:49:01.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fireworks were great!! Today's are from Spain. They had all sorts of patterns and designs.. shall upload the video soon. The problem with taking photos is, you don't get to enjoy the moment cos ur too busy figuring with your camera.. as the say, the eyes are the best image capturing device. And the mind, the best memory store. Or did they not say that? I think i just came up with that.. haha. nvm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the show with my extended family, maternal side. Mum bought tickets for her colleagues too who happen to be my brother's teachers.. it was quite funny. Cos he didn't know they would be there. The emcees were kinda lame.. and the malay family infront of me probably didn't understand the chinese bits which constituted half of the pre fireworks programme. Anyway, i realise Singaporeans are a bunch of rather unenthusiastic people.. i cheered loudly den the people along the same row stare at me.. haha! But it was fun la. I waved at the camera! den the camera pause on me for sometime.. lol! maybe i'll be on tv!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans are impatient too! Shoving and pushing through the bottle neck to the floating platform.. Then i was thinking, what's the point.. u get there a little earlier than me.. also no use wat.. unless u can grow wings and fly ahead.. i also want! Ah so i decided not to get impatient with the human traffic jam and slowly inch my way forward, letting whoever wanted to cut my path, cut. I was reasonably happier.. haha! See! what for get stressed out over simple things. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah singaporeans are dirty litter bugs too! sheesh the poor cleaning uncle had a hell of a job to do at the esplanade bay after the fireworks!! The funny thing is the police stationed there didnt manage to catch litterbugs.. haha. Ironic how since they were placed there for crowd control duty, they didn't bother catching litterbugs.. inflexibility or maximising resources? i dunno. But it was seriously very filthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro and I were playing a prank on the public. haha! we stand some distance apart and he pose, i pretend to take his photo but just stone there. den people dun dare cut our path.. hehe! they too nice liao la. But after awhile it got lame.. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for supper at Lao Ba Sa. The "Boon Tat" seafood store is terrible! They couldn't find the person who ordered from them, so they gave the dish to me (stingray) End up when my real order came (from another stall) I had to pay again.. sickening. OH and den the fruit juice store at a corner, forgot the name.. is also horrible, i ask for sugarcane with lemon, they give me 80% lime juice + 20% sugarcane.. it tasted like limejuice.. bleah! cheat my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh den there were many couples there la, den something i noticed.. isn't it odd that while on a date, one can still be on the lookout for eye-candies?? like wth.. heh heh, that's why young couples break up.. there's always someone better.. unless of course ur looking at marriage.. den it's a whole different story. U dun get tired of ur partner, cos he/she is special and new everyday. U dun go looking for someone better, cos he/she's unique and cannot be compared with others.. in other words, he/she's irreplaceble. And if that person's the one, you'll just know.. it's different from dating and casual "attachements" i think.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah but who wants to get bogged down to a life-long commitment so soon eh? Life ought to be explored to the fullest while we still have a chance!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go skydiving.. =p nolink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-9204558474537968220?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/9204558474537968220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=9204558474537968220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/9204558474537968220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/9204558474537968220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/fireworks-were-great-todays-are-from.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-5062978854975629516</id><published>2007-08-17T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T18:16:18.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUSIC AND LYRICS!!!! nice nice nice nice nice =D &lt;br /&gt;Alex (Hugh Grant) needs to write a song for this pop star but he can only come up with the melody. He meets Sophie (drew berrymore) who is a natural lyricist. And they end up falling in love while working together. Should watch. And the song is nice too!! =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3qAM2zRE3GI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3qAM2zRE3GI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice break from studying whole day long. Going to watch fireworks at Marina in about 5min??? Wohooo!!! This is the life. ohyea!! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-5062978854975629516?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/5062978854975629516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=5062978854975629516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5062978854975629516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5062978854975629516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/music-and-lyrics-nice-nice-nice-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-1983914857033044372</id><published>2007-08-17T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:26:15.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Fred --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who laughs at anything (even this entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-1983914857033044372?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/1983914857033044372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=1983914857033044372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1983914857033044372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1983914857033044372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/fred-noun-person-who-laughs-at-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-543415421298456683</id><published>2007-08-14T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:02:22.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously! i'm not enjoying this life at all man...&lt;br /&gt;And i still got a loooong way to go. It's high time i plan out a revsion schedule and touch up on all the chapters that i'm still rusty at. I think i'll do that tonight. And abit of tutorials. My teacher caught up with me liao. For now. i'm gonna slack my time away. At least until dinner arrives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah i miss life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. not that i'm dead. But kinda. No life! &lt;br /&gt;It's so boring.. this anticipation of Prelims and A levels. Everyday it's the same, studying and realising that there's still soooooo much more that you don't really know. I think it's what they call burn out. I'm tired of this cycle. It seems like it's never ending. I wish it'll hurry up pass. I miss going out with friends for dinner. I miss choir practices. I miss NLBC youth too. When was the last time we went out together man.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bored" looks like bread on the screen.. i just ate bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's missing in my life. And I know exactly what it is. But.. ah screw u A levels!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-543415421298456683?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/543415421298456683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=543415421298456683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/543415421298456683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/543415421298456683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/seriously-im-not-enjoying-this-life-at.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-4913293779282832743</id><published>2007-08-13T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:38:21.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am TIRED!!! &lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. seriously. I feel like this is never ending. STUDY!! haiz.. it will end it will end. Patience. Edurance. Really thank my teachers for helping me so much. I think i owe them alot. And thanks to two special people for lending me their tys!! Shihui and Jolencia! THANKS!! haha! And to all the people who have been encouraging me too! =) =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah tmr will be a new day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-4913293779282832743?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/4913293779282832743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=4913293779282832743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4913293779282832743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4913293779282832743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-tired-sheesh.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8270113519532643527</id><published>2007-08-12T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:55:46.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel somewhat accomplished today! considering i woke up so late this morning. Mum and Dad were so nice and understanding. Cos i took up the entire dining table for studying.. they actually sat on the kitchen floor to eat?? oh man... so what did i do?? TAKE PICTURE OF COURSE =p Den dad made coffee for me somemore. lol. And bought back tea-break for me.. ah. plus the curtains are in the wash, so the door balcony door is plain, letting in more light, plus it was super windy. So nice to study! Haha. Happy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den when i finished math and wanted to slack the rest of the night, penguin and nono decided to come over to study, so i was forced to mug somemore. wahha! With pizza and donuts =D wohoo! It's the first time i sat in the balcony for so long actually. I only go there to emo.. not to mug o.O thanks for helping me find an alternative use for that part of my house. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry my dog bites!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8270113519532643527?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8270113519532643527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8270113519532643527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8270113519532643527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8270113519532643527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-somewhat-accomplished-today.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-7302349283423142944</id><published>2007-08-11T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:45:00.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day before, i ponned school to study.. den went for lix bday party! mg! i love her house! it's so cool! There's a digi room!! and a pool table!! and sooo many dining tables and a nice front lawn. haha! sheesh!! We sang karaoke! haha! I sang lei.. that's like.. rare.. haha!! lol. ah wdv. People keep saying i cannot sing pop songs.. sians.. but the party was fun!! i love choir people. haha!! we can go anywhere and sing anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to lower peirce nature broadwalk! We actually saw a pyhton and a lizard!! not to mention many bugs and water snails too! Decided it be a good opportunity to meet up with tiramisu and asked roast-pig along too! =p Yay! so funn!!! =) den slack at home until relatives came over for national day. Some family tradition. haha! so i couldn't go watch fireworks with u guys =( oh wells. heard it was crowded and pushy too. o.O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae woke up early and studied.. den afternoon more people came to study together. Booked the multi-purpose all again, like some mini party.. haha! Felt as if we shifted 7-11 into the multi-purpose hall.. managed to study abit. den went for impromptu movie!! haha! but no more tickets so ended up playing archade and eating gelare until 11++ wohoo!! it's a happy day. haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-7302349283423142944?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/7302349283423142944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=7302349283423142944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7302349283423142944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7302349283423142944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-before-i-ponned-school-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-6941225027422149863</id><published>2007-08-08T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:22:32.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is really not good.&lt;br /&gt;The way i'm going.. i think my prelim results won't be much better than the common tests. I still can't do math. And those are tys questions.. how am i gonna do the Prelim paper?? It's less than a month to prelims and i'm still entertaining thoughts of procrastination. I still have lots to cover but i dunno where to start. My room's in a mess with worksheets strewn all over the place, hence i lost a few of them. I'm just jeopardising my own revision over here, but i can't help it. Should i just forget about this prelims and concentrate on A levels?? But what's to guarantee i can do A levels?? aoie[AFNANDVOnei3H19!!! &lt;--- gerbrish. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo lost over here. dunno how to go about revising for A's at all. Dunno whether what i'm going is enough.. bleh. nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-6941225027422149863?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/6941225027422149863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=6941225027422149863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/6941225027422149863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/6941225027422149863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-really-not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-5086602957410956357</id><published>2007-08-04T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:06:34.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RrRA7fNb1OI/AAAAAAAAACA/WqgZQSgD40U/s1600-h/DSC09951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RrRA7fNb1OI/AAAAAAAAACA/WqgZQSgD40U/s400/DSC09951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094768469197182178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrinne May's concert was GREAT!!! She write such nice songs and she sings them so well. Seriously. She doesn't do those kinda emofied scremo yuckie songs that make you more depressed and brainwashes you after you listen to them. Instead she writes edifying and encouraging songs that speak of hope and patience. And other neutral songs on friendship and her relationship with God. It's just sooo nice sitting there listening to her sing. And she's got personality!! Haha. She so cute and funny, not to mention elegant and beautiful =D No i'm not in love.. she's 33 and she's married. -_-" I think the opportunity cost of studying is definitely worth it!! Got to meet her in person and talk to her! But i stupidly left her new album which she autographed over there at UCC. ASDHLJ;AHGHA;G!! How could i have forgotten!!!! STTM &lt;br /&gt;=( shheeeets man. So much for not carrying a bag.. sians. ah but it's okay. The night was well spent =) I can't wait for her next concert. I'm gonna bring all her old albums there for her to sign. ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-5086602957410956357?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/5086602957410956357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=5086602957410956357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5086602957410956357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5086602957410956357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/corrinne-mays-concert-was-great-she.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RrRA7fNb1OI/AAAAAAAAACA/WqgZQSgD40U/s72-c/DSC09951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-871957771896598856</id><published>2007-08-02T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T19:33:19.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been studying alot these days. Come home straight away study until dinner, den study until sleep. And yet. I have no guarantee that my efforts will pay off. Been making appointments with teachers for one on one coaching, yet in the end it all comes down to me. Sometimes i dun get how it's possible that people don't study and they do so well. Is there any justice in it. Not that i don't feel happy for them, i feel sorry for myself. Oh wells. I guess everyone is indeed born differently, otherwise there wouldn't be a need to study genetics would there? I guess i'll just do what i can and accept the final outcome. It'll be nice if i can get all As in the end. But i'm prepared to accept the possibility of that not happening. Afterall, it's a totally new syllabus and no one dares claim to know exactly what will be tested. There's no tys for us to practice, and the school exams are such an inaccurate reflection of our standards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belh! Jia Ling just told me the ending of HP book 7.. WTH. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now where was I.. ah yes.. i dunno how to study anymore!! it's such a unrewarding experience to study for VJ exams.. rarrr. I guess i dun haf a choice. I have to do well for A levels or die. I've only got one shot at it. And a B for PW has already put me at a disadvantage. There goes my 80 uni points. S&amp;#T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite happy so far. Especially cos i did 4 questions on complex numbers yesterday!! i literally punched the air in excitement when i got the right answer. heh heh. I did Bio today, econs and GP yesterday, Chem the day before.. ah.. who knows what tmr will bring.. I know. Math tuition! With a friend of spongebob. o.O His name is patrick.. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP people having review week now!! ALL THE BEST EVERYONE!! =) It'll be over soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-871957771896598856?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/871957771896598856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=871957771896598856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/871957771896598856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/871957771896598856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/been-studying-alot-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8149566576433710251</id><published>2007-08-02T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:22:35.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thealmightyguru.com/reviews/harrypotter/docs/quiz-house.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Gryffindor" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 256px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; height106px: " src="http://www.thealmightyguru.com/reviews/harrypotter/docs/quizzes/hp-Gryffindor.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thealmightyguru.com/reviews/harrypotter/docs/quiz-house.html"&gt;Which Hogwarts house will you be sorted into?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;HAHA!! go do your own sorting!! Rayrin doesn't let me be harry.. cos he's already harry.. so i'm Ron.. o.O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;ah, aren't quizes like these fun!! FTTM!! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;&lt;/p&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;&lt;div style="MIN-HEIGHT: 250px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 250px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(216,233,237); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: rgb(129,172,201); HEIGHT: 4px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" height="4" hspace="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right" height="4" hspace="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0pt; PADDING-LEFT: 0pt; BACKGROUND: rgb(129,172,201); PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); PADDING-TOP: 3pxfont-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Order of Angel Are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(216,233,237); TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you're a Seraph! A member of the highest, or first, choir of angels, you are purity personified- a being of radiant light and love so powerful that even other angels find it difficult to look at you. You stand at the throne of God, where your primary purpose is to love Him and express that love through song.&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/Indefens/quizzes/What+Order+of+Angel+Are+You%3F" target="quizilla"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com" target="quizilla"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register" target="quizilla"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php" target="quizilla"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/Indefens/quizzes/" target="quizilla"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=448035" target="quizilla"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;_height:250px; min-height:250px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Form Would Your Patronus Take? 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You like to be someone who doesn't ever come off strong so they might think that you aren't looking. If you have your eye on someone special go for it!!!&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/I.Luv.Emo.Boyz/quizzes/Why+are+you+still+single%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/I.Luv.Emo.Boyz/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=4287320"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8149566576433710251?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8149566576433710251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8149566576433710251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8149566576433710251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8149566576433710251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/08/which-hogwarts-house-will-you-be-sorted.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-736265816392451287</id><published>2007-07-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:42:41.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>College day was somewhat fun! hehe&lt;br /&gt;Shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anycase, i've been studying chem since i got back from school till now, which is 1130pm. Yet, i'm only a third through the syllabus.. do i sense disaster? Sheesh. Printed out the syllabus for all my subjects this morning, had to reload the paper tray like 4 times.. wasted sooo much paper. Ah wells. At least now i know what i need to study. My brain is like saturated with chem now.. can't take in anymore. Gotta wait till tmr. But tmr's stj.. gonna be out the entire evening! How to study! argh!!! crap i just need to blog and let out stress.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually studying is quite fun. I think i'm gonna miss it. Isn't it satisfying when you know how to solve the question and when u remember what you've learnt? Immediately you feel soo much smarter. Heh. And i helped my bro do some math too! haha! proving identities. dots.. and i couldn't do one question.. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah this is one lame post and u, have just wasted time reading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-736265816392451287?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/736265816392451287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=736265816392451287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/736265816392451287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/736265816392451287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/07/college-day-was-somewhat-fun-hehe-shant.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-1540413228487150682</id><published>2007-07-22T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:10:45.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RqM7kqDjYGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Y5XjXBai1A4/s1600-h/DSC09634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089977504809312354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RqM7kqDjYGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Y5XjXBai1A4/s400/DSC09634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; WE ROCK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i still can't get over it. I mean, being a school choir, which changes EVERYEAR, we still manage to blend as a choir and come together in a matter of what? a few months? to rise above all these other professional choirs from all over the world, some of which consist of singers twice our age? Not to mention having to manage our studies and deal with the set backs and 'persecution' ahem. we face in school? It's amazing how we still manage to not just pull through competition after competition but to win stuff. 2 cat winners and jury prize!! Praise God!!seriously! wohoo!!!! VJChoir totally rox! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my.. i feel so accomplished today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gao-dim organisation and control of prokayrotic and eukaryotic genome, and i did Statistics, hypothesis testing, and I bathed the dog.. who is currently singing.. -_-" eh not my fault.. i didn't teach her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay. tmr is monday again! wohoo! choir room! Hee =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-1540413228487150682?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/1540413228487150682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=1540413228487150682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1540413228487150682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1540413228487150682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RqM7kqDjYGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Y5XjXBai1A4/s72-c/DSC09634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-4714482769720817030</id><published>2007-07-21T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:16:31.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RqIhF6DjYFI/AAAAAAAAABw/GwPnerwCzs8/s1600-h/DSC09801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089666914249302098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RqIhF6DjYFI/AAAAAAAAABw/GwPnerwCzs8/s400/DSC09801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay yay yay! my com has ressurected.. great. One more distraction to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dot left for Aussie on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i'm gonna miss her loads. Our friendship goes a long way back.. though we hardly meet up to talk pior to her departure. It's still sadening to see her go. Ah but then again, it's a small world afterall. I hope she'll remember me, i'll remember her.. haha ah wdv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard choir prac gonna be on Sats only.. until after Promos! no!! why!? aww i wanted to study in school on wednesdays den go for dinner with u all or something. =( Oh wells.. I can't believe now i'm wishing the weekends were shorter and the weekdays are longer. Of course, weekdays spent in the choir room with u guys would be ideal.. haha, who's talking about lessons.. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. jia you everybody, Promos and Prelims and what not. Study hard, study smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102 days left to A levels! dun dare count how many left to prelims. o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-4714482769720817030?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/4714482769720817030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=4714482769720817030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4714482769720817030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4714482769720817030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/07/yay-yay-yay-my-com-has-ressurected.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/RqIhF6DjYFI/AAAAAAAAABw/GwPnerwCzs8/s72-c/DSC09801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-5475700785404506565</id><published>2007-07-19T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:03:00.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;My goodness i haven't blogged in ages.. so much has happened since&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say the biggest change in my life would be the new friends i've found in VJChoir. omg I love u guys, just so sad that i have to graduate now and i won't be singing with u all anymore. =(&lt;br /&gt;Pattaya was so fun!!! Go beach! Haha!! Eat donuts! =p Cam whore!! Film patriotic national day songs plus MTV courtesy of our very own cast. ROTFL literally. My hand shook so much cos i was laughing and hence the video is kinda shaky. ahhhhhhh!!! I',m so gonna miss the feeling like crazy. I only regret not having gone out with u all more often before. And now i have to switch focus to studying which is gonna be the most difficult thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..tomorrow you'll be miles away, and yet with you my world has started.." heh heh, taken from Les Miserables, the musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VJChoir rox TTM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I must must must go visit choir prac often! Haha. When is the next choir prac! I can't believe i'm actually excited about the next choir prac, last year i would be damn sian. People say i only go for choir because i'm obliged to go.. i dun think that's totally true la.. but it was quite sian.. never was very good friends with the major cliques in choir.. But this year's just different. Thanks Rayrin! I owe u lots! You guys so lucky, got one whole year and more to enjoy each others company. sian diao, screw A levels man.. roarrr.. heh heh. Make the most of every situation okay! Never take anyone or anything for granted. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! VJChoir totally trashed the competition there. What take part in 3 out of 5 categories and get gold B for all three (there were no gold As) TOP TWO categories, open mixed voices and open equal voices, and Runner up for third! Sheesh. All our points super high!! unbelievable! Actually believable, we worked for it k! So many practices eh. Good job to the year ones man! Personally i slacked quite a bit. =p Ah den cos we and the young voices of melbourne topped two categories each. they had to take in choirs in second place from other categories to take part in the grand finals. And HEY! we got second for the youth equal voices category, so they still could not give it to us.. omg i think that's super cool. trashed our competition man... go there take sing and bring home prize.. haha. Alas we didn't win the grand prize and lost to this choir from the philipines. =) They were worthy opponents or so some say.. i never heard them. Got the jury prize, aka 1st runner-up in the finals. Yay! Another big trophy . Now we have three!! Sheesh. The winner of the grand prize did not top any category, hence the only trophy they got was the grand champ one, WE GOT THREE!!!!! wahahaha! =p Exciting TTM! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes!! Thanks all you guys for making my birthday such a memorable experience!! arhhhh!! surprise me so many times, esp Jia Ling and Rayrin! Sheesh! and nono and penguin and care bear, and xian yong and wayne and jeremy and jia ming!! They actually stole my bag while i was led out of the LT during choir prac o.O den they wrapped in in many many many plastic bags and put it in a cardboard box and gave it to me o.o HAHA! funny? But i think the most meaningful gift would be words from the heart and that's exactly what they gave me, i 'm so touched sniff* sniff* haha! Before my birthday i was just wondering how many cards i could hope to recieve this year and wow!!!!! so many unexpected ones!!! make me so happy. heh heh. Den Jia Ling and Rayrin gave me so many stich stuff! I was hoping to get maybe a stich stuff toy or something and they got me like Files, notepads, that 'farting' keychain =p. coin-eating thingy, framed up puzzle, speaker.. omg! den still got photos and cards! sheesh!!!! And then at dinner somebody say wan go toilet hor?? and i actually believed.. den they come back with this ice-cream cake from SWENSONS! wahhhh!! ai yo!! and they made me eat such a huge slice! Haha!! kill my throat ah. heh heh. I'm really really grateful for all of u who in one way or another made that day so special! Thanks guys! =D =D Ah i still have somemore cake at home.. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How how how! i can't switch focus! yeesh. Yesterday still go beach with u all to chill. Sing "May it be!" Thanks Wei Rui for lending us your score! =) Went bowling, eat dinner at hong kong cafe. Den sat at the beach and stare into the distance. So nice la, just relax and do nothing. walk along the beach, sing somemore songs, I love choir people, we can just come together, someone start singing and the rest just harmonise accordingly, damn cool! Outsiders look down on choir, especially choir guys.. yea yea watever. I'm proud to be in VJCHOIR! nothing rox my life more right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad, cannot upload photos.. they're at home. once i get my com back up and running, wah ha! photo galore! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-5475700785404506565?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/5475700785404506565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=5475700785404506565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5475700785404506565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5475700785404506565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-goodness-i-havent-blogged-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-5666482966130120669</id><published>2007-07-09T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:44:54.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I haven't been blogging in a while,  com is down, TV is spoiled and my ipod ear piece in spoiled too. Maybe it's a sign i should start mugging. I'm blogging from the com lab in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember the stupid math question where i took 4.3 to be a decimal point.. i got full marks for writing out the method of doing the question although i showed no understanding of the question whatsoever. Cool eh? Ha! and I passed chemistry MCQ on the dot!! sheesh. I thought I'd get a single digit mark. Ann Siong left 11 blanks and scored 14/19.  crazy kid. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Actually i'm here to do my Top Three Achievements draft. I don't know what's with me but i just can't seem to care about all these silly little things.. they seem so trivial and uneccesary. That's why i think i can't survive in Singapore. The environment is way too competitive! But at the same time, i can't get a scholarship to because i'm only taking 10 credits. I want to make it big in future with a high paying job and and nice family but the way i'm going now.. i don't think i'm very close to achieving my dreams. Heck i can't even be bothered to look for a girlfriend! Haha! Randomness. I think it's fun being free to eye-candy people =p sounds farmiliar? heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not going for prom at the end of the year. Oh wells. HECK! i'm going holiday right after As!! muahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday went to watch transformers after church. It's a damn cool movie man!! i wanna buy the toy!! lol. Bumble bee and optimus prime. So cool!!!! Den went for dinner at Grand Hyatt =D I love taking cabs to hotels, cos the vallet will open the door for you. haha!! =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pattaya is in three days time. Quite looking forward to the trip. Get to spend time with the cool choir people and enjoy my last moments of not studying. haha. I'm gonna miss choir. That's where most of my friends are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-5666482966130120669?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/5666482966130120669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=5666482966130120669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5666482966130120669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5666482966130120669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-havent-been-blogging-in-while-com-is.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8894800368245301566</id><published>2007-07-03T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:50:50.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1st day of school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No marks yet. Econs teacher haven't started marking.. o.O Ann Siong owes me lunch if he doesn't get above 25/30 for bio mcq. Highest mark is 28.. so i guess should be him bah. Watched 'The inconvenient truth' for GP lesson. It was mentally stimulating. I immediately recycled something after watching it! Guess what? There was an extra set of stickers and donation envelope for the anti drugs campainge. Yea, i recycled =p So proud of myself.. Haha! LT5 was freezing TTM. what global warming.. jus install a few more of these aircons and have them outdoors i think the prob will be solved la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There was this mental guy on the bus. He was making duck noises.. den it became like rooster crows. Den after a while i realise he was actually singing. But his pitching was quite bad.. ee-eh-ah-ah ee-eh-ah-ah. den it became some other weird vowels which were really peircing and he did crescendos which scared me cos i thought he was coming closer to me.. den suddenly he broke out into words.. 'hungry' *clap clap* very very *clap clap* i am hungry *clap* very hungry *clap* makan *clap clap*. omg i couldn't help laughing la.. his song so funny. lucky i was sitting quite far infront of him so he didn't see me. I was shaking with laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dad didn't want to go out tonight cos he was tired. But i had to go buy some stuff. In the end dragged mum along. Needed second opinion. Went PS. Oh well, i guess Dad deserves a break from my nonsense cos he works hard to support the family.. den i still so last minute. But ar, sometimes i wish he could be a little more understanding. Brother also another one, getting more self centered and self serving. The way he talks really pisses people off. Some kind of lousy attitude, or maybe it's just toward me.. but what have i done to deserve this? I'm like his toy la, depends on his mood, he either steps on my foot or plays with me.. like wth? Now everytime he talks to me, i'm skeptical, but you can't blame me, i just don't know when will be the next time he feels like stepping on my foot. bleh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh mum and I were observing people at the taxi stand. Cos the taxis just refused to pick us up although we were in the taxi stand, cos there were alot of calls for taxis and i guess calls are more profitable. There was this guy, he got out of the cab.. didn't even look back.. took a few steps forward and answered his phone, leaving his poor girlfriend behind struggling to carry two big bags and get out of the cab in her heels without falling "head over heels".. heh. My mum and I immediately looked at each other and shook our heads.. Haha! Lousy boyfriend.. i bet i could do sooooo much better.. :p And the guy was like so much older than the girl anyways.. and he's corpulent :p Den there was another guy, this one better. Wanted to help his girlfriend. She dropped a plastic bag on the floor. He bent down to reach for it, felt it, realised it was empty, then decided to leave it on the ground. HUH? He actually bent over, touched the bag, then left it on the floor.. might as well just pick it up right???? You know plastic is non biodegradable?? tsk tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what an eventful day. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8894800368245301566?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8894800368245301566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8894800368245301566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8894800368245301566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8894800368245301566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/07/1st-day-of-school-no-marks-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-3549741035776946382</id><published>2007-07-02T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:56:05.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally back to choir.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the girls have improved alot. And the bass twos too. Sound for exutate was good! But chimpara was -_-" Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you junior music co!! JTS was wonderful! :D At NYDC at heeren. Food was good! company was even better =D After that went archade at cine. 3rd time there in 4 days. Played until high. Haha!! First time i see people play house of dead until scream. So many times somemore =p it was farnie! den play the air hockey thing also.. koped the wat-u-call it thing from the other table so more people can play. So fun!! heh. Oh yes i learned something new todae! Jie dong = chill. yay! :p not cut hole. okay.&lt;br /&gt;carolling along orchard road, people staring, haha! quite funny, den starbucks. truth or dare. heh, quote of the day. 'dunno den shag lah! ' omg.. sheesh. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if there'll be an STJ anytime soon.. hmm =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-3549741035776946382?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/3549741035776946382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=3549741035776946382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3549741035776946382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3549741035776946382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-back-to-choir.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-4974045789532965410</id><published>2007-06-29T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T00:24:41.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Silly things do happen in exams.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Again, there are no regretts in life, only lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah yes. But there are unlimited lessons i suppose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For example, a 'dot' in a maths questions can either be a decimal point, or an indication to multiply. I shall always remember the way i lost 5 free marks. Induction no need to think also can do wan lor.. match left side to right side.. but i couldn't match.. why? Cos i never thought that that decimal point could mean multiply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Second lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When a partial frac question comes before a summation question, likelihood of it being a method of difference question is high. Yes. This one is valid. I will remember this. I need more practice! gah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey guys. 9 weeks to prelims !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-4974045789532965410?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/4974045789532965410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=4974045789532965410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4974045789532965410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4974045789532965410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/silly-things-do-happen-in-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-1573666136979705015</id><published>2007-06-27T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:57:08.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Y7s_1tFfLW" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this piece of art man!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;koped it from wayne's blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have always love this song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Extremely difficult to sing as it requires individual competency. A single stray voice will spoil the magic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if done well. Wow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-1573666136979705015?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/1573666136979705015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=1573666136979705015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1573666136979705015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1573666136979705015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8765488120529030256</id><published>2007-06-27T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:36:05.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA!!!! Chem MCQ was hilarious i tell you.. the conversations i heard after the paper.. sooooo funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First time i laugh after chem paper. cos i don't care liao, just tikam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Eh very fun sia, like buying 4D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should have put all A.. maybe can get better"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I put all A from 18 onwards"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted to change answer, but eraser drop on the floor.. aye, heck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the molecule all like flower lei.. nice nice pattern, nvr see b4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. I thought it was un-doable too. Half way through the paper i wanted to stand up and go toilet till it ended. But decided to finish it first. I seriously picked any letter i liked for a few questions.. "hmm C looks good!" ahh "maybe As nicer!" those were my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly la.. set so difficult for what? you know, kids our age are rebelious by nature, if we see a paper that is unlikely to be an accurate reflection of an A level paper.. what's the point of doing? Cos the marks will be rubbish. Somemore, we studied u know! then you purposely set the paper with the aim to KILL. not just FAIL us.. Alot of people won't bother doing lor.. Where you get your questions from?? chemformaniacs.com? madscientist.com? Why dun haf 10yrs series type of question wan?? k maybe got one or two.. but mix together with all the madscientist.com questions... you think we still got drive to Think meh.. i see another long question.. i'll take my 25% chance of getting it right liao.. bother to think for what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite nice.. cos to me, this chem paper will count for nothing.. so i can continue studying for A levels. I'm satisfied with what i studied because ultimately, my diligence will be honoured during A levels... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i study for math??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8765488120529030256?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8765488120529030256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8765488120529030256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8765488120529030256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8765488120529030256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/hahaha-chem-mcq-was-hilarious-i-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-1478386572338632774</id><published>2007-06-26T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:30:43.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah i made the same mistake as last year for econs.. ahh! Ann Siong, i didn't realise that i would make the same mistake you made just a few hours later. Failing to plan. Shucks, there goes econs.. down the drain, hope to pass. Ah in anycase, mistakes made twice will never be made again. Thank God it's only CT2 and not prelims or A levels. Miao Qun told me that there are no regrets in life, only lessons. Yes, i shall remember this mistake and never commit it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anycase I was motivated to study harder after econs, went downstairs to mug for chem, studied the whole of inorganic chem. Ah goodie.. i'm happy. Actually that's only 3 chapters for this exam. Shall wake up early tmr to continue with organic and physical chem. gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-1478386572338632774?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/1478386572338632774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=1478386572338632774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1478386572338632774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/1478386572338632774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/ah-i-made-same-mistake-as-last-year-for.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-3427395152204162816</id><published>2007-06-25T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:09:33.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah bio bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carelessness = loss of marks. Ah praise God all the same. I remembered most stuff. And i kinda think the first mcq question got error.. most people also said they can't do. hmm. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite nice to see all my friends in VJ again. All smiles and waves. Haha. Can't believe the holidays are over. So fast! And now the next time i get a holiday? I'll be the happiest person on earth. Because A LEVELS WILL BE OVER MAN!!! Den i'll be happily spending my time doing stuff i like.. and wondering wat will happen to me in NS and where i'll end up in uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh benny's phone bill just shot up to 90++ he's good.. Haha! dunno who he talking to. If only i had someone to talk to until phone bill shoot to 90++ no wonder he laughed when my mum showed it to him. But of course mum wasn't too happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells, i can't blog too much today, shall go rest and brace myself for GP and econs tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-3427395152204162816?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/3427395152204162816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=3427395152204162816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3427395152204162816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3427395152204162816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/ah-bio-bio.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-5513398507145026454</id><published>2007-06-24T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:47:30.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was bored today and went blog hopping.. read some blogs of people i dun even know.. heh. But there was this blog. So happy. I like reading about lives of happy people! It just makes you.. happy! lol. Ah but isn't it true? Unless of course you can't help it.. Everyone has their sad moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Allen is such an animated speaker. But there were lots of sound biblical truths in his sermon. Joy is an inner feeling which affects my outward appearence and influence my outlook on life. I like that. Haha! Neither does joy ignore the situations in life, just that it teaches us how to make lemonade out of a lemon. Isn't that cool? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A man went on a holiday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh that's good&lt;br /&gt;no that's bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His plane developed engine trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh that's bad&lt;br /&gt;no that's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There were parachutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh that's good&lt;br /&gt;no that's bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There weren't enough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh that's bad&lt;br /&gt;no that's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He got hold of one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh that's good&lt;br /&gt;no that's bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It didn't work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh that's bad&lt;br /&gt;no that's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there was a haystack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh that's good&lt;br /&gt;no that's bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There was a pitch-fork in the haystack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh that's bad&lt;br /&gt;no that's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He missed the pitch-fork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh that's good&lt;br /&gt;no that's bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He missed the haystack..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha? sheesh. ah wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bio tmr! And all the best to everybody! Remember to study to the glory of Christ! My friend told me, exams are a time for you to show off to your teachers how much you've learnt! heh! cool!! This mindset makes me much more confident! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-5513398507145026454?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/5513398507145026454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=5513398507145026454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5513398507145026454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/5513398507145026454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/was-bored-today-and-went-blog-hopping.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-3601448266205317237</id><published>2007-06-22T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:10:44.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SAT score so lousy!!!! I think i always aim too high.. maybe i should aim lower den will be more happy. But how low can I aim.. ARGH! Sian. Some lousy news. To think i was so excited to get results.. bleh. Aye anyway take for fun only la. Maybe God's telling me to stay in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah i wonder what God wants me to do.. did study on spiritual gifts todae, exhorting.. hmm. Kinda vague i think. I think a little bit of that is in everyone. Just need a little bit of sensitivity, and a few kind words of encouragement.. and yay. ah but of course i'm not doubting the gift God's given me.. still slowly trying to discover what God wants me to do with the gifts he's given me. How i can glorify Him with them. Like what career path should i take. Psychologist cannot make money.. heh. Psychaitry needs medicine. I dun think i can make it into medicine. My grades just can't take me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP! i dunno how to study. Can anyone help me?? Haiz. I need some guardian angel to coach me in my studies.. and other areas of my life too. God send me an angel please?? I doubt anyone will fully understand how i feel at this moment. Trying to juggle so many areas of my life. If i could find just ONE person to tell all my struggles. How wonderful would that be. How i wish i had an older sibling who can counsel me, listen to me, advise me. AHHHH!!!!!!! somethings are just sooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! someone just talked to me on msn. wow.&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU LORD&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU DEBORAH.&lt;br /&gt;God works wonders. prayers answered in an instant. wow.&lt;br /&gt;God's amazing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-3601448266205317237?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/3601448266205317237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=3601448266205317237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3601448266205317237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3601448266205317237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/sat-score-so-lousy-i-think-i-always-aim.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8883374718426642839</id><published>2007-06-20T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:02:45.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's official.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;.&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;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm allergic to lecture notes and tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;Sickening. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; i sit down to try and study, i start sneezing like mad and my nose runs like a leaking tap. Either that or the construction work is causing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much dust. Oh and i forgot to mention, my eyes are itching and red like i yearn to pluck them out and run them under cold water in the sink, then pop them back in. The funny thing is when i get up to walk around, go toilet or get something to eat, i stop sneezing. Freak. Maybe my notes are dusty. But i keep them in a file, and my file's in my room.. my room ain't dusty!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sitting in the same spot where i study, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sneezing anymore. Cos now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not studying, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; using the com. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm allergic to studying.&lt;br /&gt;That's not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8883374718426642839?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8883374718426642839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8883374718426642839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8883374718426642839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8883374718426642839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8975504788935245346</id><published>2007-06-19T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:58:10.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"According to the rules of the theme:People who are tagged should write a blog post of 7 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 7 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'You are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I stick out my tongue whenever i'm concentrating hard. No it has nothing to do with why people call me frog. (my tongue ain't that long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I dream weird dreams but wake up understanding exactly what caused me to dream those stuff. (except the time when i dream Dad was spiderman.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I actually bother to do silly things like this chain thingy! (ah, anything beats studying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I talk to myself when i'm alone.. and sometimes when there are others around too. Den after awhile i ask (myself) "why are u talking to yourself?  There you go again.. and .... " until i get tired or something else catches my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The tiniest of thoughts or gifts mean the most to me cos they're special and can fit into my display cabinet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Given the right inspirations I crap alot of crap that totally makes no sense but sometimes i smack people in the head for talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't like following crowds. I like to be different and then try to find someone just like me. Ironic? ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. now to tag people.&lt;br /&gt;Rayrin&lt;br /&gt;Jialing&lt;br /&gt;Ann Siong&lt;br /&gt;Weiqin&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else who has nothing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8975504788935245346?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8975504788935245346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8975504788935245346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8975504788935245346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8975504788935245346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/according-to-rules-of-themepeople-who.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-8051947912961216123</id><published>2007-06-19T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:38:12.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NS Medical went well. Met some people there so wasn't too blur. But NS people are weird. They ask random questions and before they hear your answer, they walk off. -_-" OH and the guy who gave me blood test was telling me how he used to practice on plastic arms but thinks that real arms more fun.. wa den he keep trying to make me laugh ar! den tell me dun laugh otherwise the needle may snap.. rarrr!! And then, the guy at the amptitude test station was trying to give away two movie tickets for surf's up for anyone who would sing him J-Chou song. -_-" Seriously.. either they're bored to death or.. ah but then. Once the medics got up from their places, we could see why they've been posted here. Quite sad. Like suddenly we understood something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaes.. i'm currently assigned pes A status.. and the description is kinda cool.. and scary too! "fit for frontline duties, including direct combat" Haha! oh man... can you imagine me? Running around defending the nation.. lol! Suddenly i feel all grown up. As i was walking out of that place i was thinking "oh man! I'm turning 18 soon???" sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;But you know wat the funny thing is? I went to macdonalds for lunch, i placed my order.. and the auntie said in chinese "there's no children's meal for this one" -_-" ahh the ironies of life.. or maybe i'm just not looking like a soldier yet huh. HAHA! =p In anycase, i can't wait to get enlist!! I want to stop studying for a while!! Freaking A levels are wearing me out.. sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh! Legends of the condor heroes is such a nice show. =p My dad actually bought the DVD series. Those two are sooooo mushy! so impossible. sheesh. And xiao long nu looks like a bee.. o.O cute bee. ha.&lt;br /&gt;and yang guo is sooo act cute.. so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIAN HUI! u tag me for wat.. rarrr! -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-8051947912961216123?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/8051947912961216123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=8051947912961216123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8051947912961216123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/8051947912961216123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/ns-medical-went-well.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-2319877320566233479</id><published>2007-06-16T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T13:55:34.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really thank God for his work in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again He was the one who sat me down and spoke to me. I thought probably i'll just come for this retreat and slack my time away but He really spoke to me and reminded me about alot of things! Most prominently, about my Joy that comes through believing that I have been saved from hell when Jesus died on the cross on my behalf for all my sins. And that God loves me and is willing to forgive me for all the wrongs i have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last time someone asked me "how do you do it? how do you be so contented with your results when other people can't stand the sight of a B while i was getting like Ds and Es. How do you just go around living life as it comes without worrying about much!" Den i thought, it's because my Joy isn't dependent on circumstances! I'm Joyful because of what God has done for me and because God loves me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after awhile i begin to forget.&lt;br /&gt;And i began to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got caught up in so many things! my studies, cca, finding time to chill out with friends, finding time alone, heck, there were so many movies to watch!! And i was soooo busy!!! argh! stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during the retreat, God reminded me to do everything for Him, trusting that He will work things out eventually. I remembered that i could rely on Him to be there for me!!! Den i won't be so miserable all the time. I won't be soo emo and sad when circumstances are bad.. because i'm happy inside. A happiness that doesn't come from good grades, nor from anything else of this world, but from enjoying a relationship with God. The relationship of father-son, the relationship of friend-friend. Can you imagine? God actually called us his children and his friends? how many of us dare to claim to be worthy of being called sons of God and friends of God?? quite scary right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of us reaching out to God, God reaches out to us.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the most amazing thing about my God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us, so that whoever believes in Him, shall not perish but have eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the world began&lt;br /&gt;You were on his mind&lt;br /&gt;And every tear you cried&lt;br /&gt;Is precious in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of his great love&lt;br /&gt;He gave his only son&lt;br /&gt;Everything was done&lt;br /&gt;So you would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to the father&lt;br /&gt;though your gift is small&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearts,  Broken lives&lt;br /&gt;He will take them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of his great love&lt;br /&gt;He gave his only son&lt;br /&gt;Everything was done&lt;br /&gt;So you would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God for the friends i have in church too! I've never laughed so much in such a short time period before. Really had lots of fun with you guys!! How i wish we could spend more time together like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-2319877320566233479?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/2319877320566233479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=2319877320566233479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2319877320566233479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2319877320566233479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-really-thank-god-for-his-work-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-3918725297194605839</id><published>2007-06-11T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:55:56.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so i finally took off that song..&lt;br /&gt;This one's really emo.. but so nice!! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went parkway to run some errands this morn.. bumped into daniel, may and rhoda, first thing he ask me is "what happen to your hair??" right.. wdv. Den i went to study at pacifc coffee issit? the one at MPH. The kids playing at the com were so.. 'kiddy' Haha! The boy actually complained to the counter girl that his friend "dun let him play" o.O!! Den there's this mad man come sit at the table beside mine.. keep talking to an imaginary person.. I kept trying to hear what he was saying but the whole time i only managed to catch one phrase. "Bye! I'm off to have some fun" den he went to buy a drink.. -_-" Heh. Quite fun to study there i realise. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Wen Yen said something during sunday school I totally agree with. But too bad it has got nothing to do with sunday school. Haha! He says it is better for a guy to just "bo-chap den,  WA! .. all the girls will like him, this girl like la, that girl like la.. if a guy likes one girl ar.. WA! den all the girls will be scared away.." HAHA!! so funny la.. but i think it's quite true.. dun u think so?? That's exactly what i've been trying to say.. ah den again.. if everyone thinks this way.. den isn't it letting the girls take the initiative?? hmm but what's wrong with that, we live in the 21st century anyways. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-3918725297194605839?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/3918725297194605839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=3918725297194605839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3918725297194605839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/3918725297194605839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-so-i-finally-took-off-that-song.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-7416803924440779457</id><published>2007-06-10T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T19:54:14.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would u like something to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Er.. can i just have plain water?&lt;br /&gt;Evian or perrier?&lt;br /&gt;er... rrite.. okay, Perrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!! life of the rich..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP at vivo was really very fun!! But hot!! In and out of the sun. Can fall sick lei.. but i'm already sick.. so.. doesn't matter! Haha! It was really hot and sticky.. literally. Glenn had glue all over his hands. tsk tsk. lousy =P Though i'm not much better. But once glue gets on my hands, i rub it off immediately so not so bad. Anyways, if ur free and u live in the south, or central, go down to vivo and check out the amazing packet drink houses! I had a hand in building them k!! lol. Now everytime i see a marigold packet drink, i'll remember those 6 hours of manual labour plucking out straws, gluing packet drinks together, and stacking them on top of one another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i went kbox.........&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!! hilarious.. like what in the world was i doing there.. sheesh. oh wells..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-7416803924440779457?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/7416803924440779457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=7416803924440779457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7416803924440779457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/7416803924440779457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/would-u-like-something-to-drink-er.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-277916733067474182</id><published>2007-06-08T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:42:08.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with Deb, Dot, Charm, Eugene, and John for pepper lunch at taka. Bumped into Joshua Branson with his new gf.. haha! tsk tsk. Eugene was resonably more cheerful after lunch i hope? Heh Heh. Walked around, slacked, chill out, chit-chat.. basically just 'pass time with good company' Haha! that's a song VJChoir sang for SOV this year. Quite fun la, should do this more often! Oh Art friend has really ALOT of stuff man. lol. Shall go back one of these days with money. =p Yamaha too, at Plaza Sing. I wanted to get the acoustic guitar kit.. but so ex?!! Den met Nat there who came for class outing!! Haha!!! another silly boy who thought our class cared about such things.. ah wells need i say more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-277916733067474182?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/277916733067474182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=277916733067474182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/277916733067474182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/277916733067474182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/met-up-with-deb-dot-charm-eugene-and.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-6328420717848292409</id><published>2007-06-07T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:52:16.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know. Sometimes all u gotta do is sit down and stone. And ideas hit you! Ha! It pays to be early i guess. Was half an hour early for pool todae while wesley was half an hour late! ha. So what did i do? Sit and stone all right. Now i just gotta see if i can find time to do it. grrr. Time.. a rare commodity. And I freaking got a flu.. ARGH. nose like some waterfall. Heh. Sick.. as in disgusting and ill. I wonder how i'm sposed to go tutor the ngee ann kids tmr.. maybe i'll just call and say i'm sick. Den there's youth outing, and class outing. And sleepover. And CIP the next morning at vivo. And... i'm gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah in anycase, pool was fun! Haha! learn alot from Wesley. But only in theory. Heh i need more practice. Too bad at home no space for a pool table. See, when i grow up, i'm gonna command a 5 digit salary, and i'm gonna by a big house, and i'm gonna have a nice family and i'm gonna invite friends over for dinner, and i'm gonna have my own pool table, and entertainment system, and i dunno.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah i hate flu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-6328420717848292409?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/6328420717848292409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=6328420717848292409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/6328420717848292409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/6328420717848292409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-6489166106624839199</id><published>2007-06-05T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:36:50.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/504299"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/504299/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-6489166106624839199?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/6489166106624839199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=6489166106624839199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/6489166106624839199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/6489166106624839199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/create-your-own-friend-test-here-good.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-2101568869383968920</id><published>2007-06-04T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:08:40.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah! the airport should widen the roads for Buses pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae i was late for choir prac for 45min cos&lt;br /&gt;1) Bus 53 breaks down on the way to the interchange at T1&lt;br /&gt;2) Fred walks along the road to the interchange&lt;br /&gt;3) Fred waits for bus 36 thinking that they'll prob tow the bus away soon&lt;br /&gt;4) Some guy comes and tells us (finally) that the bus will be stuck there for some time&lt;br /&gt;5) Fred takes a skytrain to T2&lt;br /&gt;6) Fred realises that 36 goes to T1 den to T2, so no point waiting at interchange at t2&lt;br /&gt;7) Fred takes MRT to tanah merah interchange&lt;br /&gt;8) Fred changes train to bedok&lt;br /&gt;9) Fred finally catches 31 to school and is late for choir prac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, that was quite an adventure huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-2101568869383968920?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/2101568869383968920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=2101568869383968920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2101568869383968920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/2101568869383968920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/gah-airport-should-widen-roads-for.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38457907.post-4499265645889582070</id><published>2007-06-02T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:51:57.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SATs were all right.. the invigilator was funnae!! He talks in this monotonous voice and pauses after a few words, carefully articulating every single word. I found it rather amusing. He he says retarded things like "i'm blind, so i'll need you to put your bags under your desks so i don't trip and fall" And he said "tabl.. desks". Like what's wrong with saying 'table' man?? And he repeats a standard set of instructions before each of the ten sections of the paper. Super retareded. Oh oh the guy infront of me farted half way through the test.. -.- lucky no smell.. Heh. gross. Ah in anycase. That 5hr paper is finally over! Yay! Now back to midyears.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched shrek 3 with parents and cousins. Haha! The frog king died! : (&lt;br /&gt;I love puss in boots! He's damn cute!! Haha! And they should show more of donkey's babies! The show is quite farnie on the whole. Made me laugh a few times.. and this guy infront of me laugh so loud.. he and his girlfriend.. i think his girlfriend deaf liao cos she was lying on his shoulder when he laugh.. o.O Oh got one part the three little pigs rolled onto stage and yelled "suasage roll" I thought that was quite funny. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38457907-4499265645889582070?l=life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/feeds/4499265645889582070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38457907&amp;postID=4499265645889582070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4499265645889582070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38457907/posts/default/4499265645889582070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-frog.blogspot.com/2007/06/sats-were-all-right.html' title=''/><author><name>frog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384186414174581012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
