<?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-7055567654048452281</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:17:33.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog08</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/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>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-7885893683753931742</id><published>2009-01-26T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:04:40.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've moved..&lt;br /&gt;duh, see my blog title?? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch me at frog09.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7885893683753931742?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7885893683753931742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7885893683753931742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7885893683753931742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7885893683753931742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-moved.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-7055567654048452281.post-1075484040976666681</id><published>2009-01-03T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T07:08:41.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I certainly started off the year with much remorse about getting downgraded to pes C and thus not being able to go to OCS and do something fun with my 2 years of NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God has his way of doing things and his perfect timing has never failed to astound me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm in pes C.&lt;br /&gt;I'm humbled. I learned the greatest lesson of all this year. To love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13 has become my verse or so i'd like to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is &lt;strong&gt;patient&lt;/strong&gt;, love is &lt;strong&gt;kind&lt;/strong&gt;, it &lt;strong&gt;does not envy&lt;/strong&gt;, it &lt;strong&gt;does not boast&lt;/strong&gt;. it is &lt;strong&gt;not arrogant or rude&lt;/strong&gt;. Love &lt;strong&gt;does not insist on it's own way&lt;/strong&gt;, it is &lt;strong&gt;not irritable or resentful&lt;/strong&gt;. It &lt;strong&gt;does not delight in evil&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;rejoices in the truth&lt;/strong&gt;. Love &lt;strong&gt;bears all things&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;believes all things&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;hopes all things&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;endures all things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt I'm still learning and I do fall at times.. That's when I need God's grace all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to friends..&lt;br /&gt;Well what can I say. It really takes alot of effort to maintain friendships...&lt;br /&gt;Some of the friends I made years back are still friends today. Others are probably still friends but we aren't that close anymore. I guess that's why there's so many "philosophical" sayings about friendship.. about how we sometimes have to leave old friends behind to meet new friends.. It sux.. I dun ever wanna leave my friends. But time just takes it's toil on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I'd become a psychiatrist, and then I went to the medicine interview and said dengue spreads through food and water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I'd be a pilot, and then I realised I couldn't bear to stay away from home so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I'd be a vet, until.. well i got sick and tired of the attachment every sunday not doing anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm thinking I wanna be a school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;That way, I can impact young lives and at the same time, have time for my wife and kids. And I'd go for overseas CIP and help the under privledged. I'd sing with Victoria Chorale and continue my japanese studies. I'd be a teacher who takes genuine interest in his students lives and not just teach for the sake of teaching. But some people might say I'm totally disillusioned about the teaching profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm already in to the new year, and it certainly is starting off really well. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-1075484040976666681?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/1075484040976666681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=1075484040976666681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1075484040976666681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1075484040976666681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay.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-7055567654048452281.post-775612354330668920</id><published>2009-01-03T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:44:00.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning i woke up to brunch with Dad at East Coast Road prawn noodles.&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping at parkway after that..&lt;br /&gt;We bought a tennis racket!! And Balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And steak and potatoes and salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we came home to play tennis and cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-775612354330668920?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/775612354330668920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=775612354330668920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/775612354330668920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/775612354330668920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-morning-i-woke-up-to-brunch-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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-2512327137520733306</id><published>2009-01-03T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:40:07.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God is gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking out of camp yesterday to the nearest bus stop at least 10km away praying really hard for some kind soul to pull over and give me a lift out cos i really had to get somewhere soon. And i was getting real sweaty in my uniform and all and the freaking road never seemed to get any shorter. Then suddenly an angel turned up in a white lorry and asked me where i was going. He was headed for ubi and me to airport. I asked if i could get a lift out to tmft which was where the nearest bus stop was and he said hop on. So i did. And then he asked how i was gonna get to the airport from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change bus at the main road, take train..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused for a while and then said, k la, i fetch you to airport.&lt;br /&gt;I believe angels drive white lorries and repair street lamps. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-2512327137520733306?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2512327137520733306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2512327137520733306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2512327137520733306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2512327137520733306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-is-gracious.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-7055567654048452281.post-6432576255201129434</id><published>2009-01-01T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:13:13.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best new year's day eva! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to make my new year resoultions though. Been a really busy transition this time, with so many happenings!! But I'm looking forward to 2009 with lots of hope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 has been a wonderful year. I've certainly learned and grown alot, especially in the last quarter of the year. When we're in the pits, God really sends angels our way to rescue us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details details.. ask me yourself. heh.&lt;br /&gt;Nite Nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-6432576255201129434?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6432576255201129434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=6432576255201129434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6432576255201129434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6432576255201129434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-new-years-day-eva-d-i-have-yet-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-7055567654048452281.post-5185676480994097541</id><published>2008-12-27T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:06:36.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went fishing today! For 15min, cos we reached the place late. We went to a nature trail before that to feed birds but they didn't come down to eat from our hands like the last time.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went over to Dennis and Jan Adams' house for dinner and they were shared with aunty Maggie's family tips on living in Australia. Last couple of days we were mostly having lunches with the Kohs.. shopping around a bit.. I think I've been to Australia too often to call it a holiday. I wanna go visit new places..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Days left in the holiday and I'm having mixed feelings about going home. I wish I could stay on holiday forever but I know I gotta get back to life. And I want to too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was tiring. Trying. With a little fun injected here and there. But I know for sure that i'm gonna miss it. And i'm gonna regret not having tried to enjoy myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended Crossway church this morning. The message was about what we wanted to do in the year to come. "The future is what we decide in the present, what we want to do with out past". The speaker said that many people remain in such disappointment with themselves for what they had done in the past that they are unable to move on, unable t forgive, thus unable to live. They're unable to make big decisions and commitments cos they're afraid that what has happened before might happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an anology about a golfer who just hit a bad ball and even as he's lining up to hit the next, guess what he's doing.. " thinking about his last shot" of course. " don't slice the ball, don't slice the ball..." Guess what happens? He slices the ball! duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I just kinda liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more. There's this dad who got into alot of touble with the law and as a result was improisoned and had little time for his family. He had two kids. One of which grew up to become exactly like his dad. The other however, became a really successful man, a family man, a boss of a multi-national corperation. When interviewed separately, on what inspired them to become who they were this day, guess what? They both gave the same answer. "How do you expect me to be anything other than the man i am today, with a father like that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another. From the bible. Peter and Judas Iscariot, both disciples of Christ. Peter denied Jesus 3 times. Judas betrayed Jesus to the roman soldiers. Both realised what a terrible thing they had done. But you know what? Peter decided to repent while Judas decided to let his sin eat and eat and eat away at his heart. In the end, Judas hanged himself. Peter, went on to live a life in Christ and bring glory to God in all that he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as a Christian who doesn't live a spirit lead life. Granted, we fall out of step with christ from time to time, but once we have accpeted Christ into our lives, he's always there to lead us and guide us whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos up on facebook soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-5185676480994097541?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5185676480994097541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=5185676480994097541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5185676480994097541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5185676480994097541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-went-fishing-today-for-15min-cos-we.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-7055567654048452281.post-960993751172121537</id><published>2008-12-19T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:30:32.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally completed training.&lt;br /&gt;This means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have to report to so many people.&lt;br /&gt;I get to go home at 3 if I start at 0630.&lt;br /&gt;I get to apply for leave.&lt;br /&gt;I get offs for working on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now solely responsible for my own actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is in Melbourne now. I'm going to join them on Mon!! I checked in online already. So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is really great! On wed, Aunty Maggie's family flew off. And I thought i wasn't gonna be able to see them off since i was working night shift. But Just nice CTO wanted to treat us to popeyes. And I was tasked to go along to buy it!! So i got to go to the airport and see them off! And then watch their plane fly off from my own control tower. wohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night would have been kinda lonesome if not for sooooo many people who came over to cook and have dinner!! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;My hands still smell a lil of onion. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun!! I feel so independent, shopping for groceries and then coming home to cook!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all who came!! I'm really glad that so many could make it!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay-over at Lix's immediately after. Brought over the other 2 tubs of ice-cream which is still there now... hahahha. I was sooo tired i couldn't stay awake during the movie. But it was nice to see you guys again! Apologies for not being able to stay for lunch! I've got loads to do before I fly off on mon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why i gotta go now!! byebye!! :):)&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy Day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-960993751172121537?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/960993751172121537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=960993751172121537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/960993751172121537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/960993751172121537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/12/praise-god.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-7055567654048452281.post-6366942643590258685</id><published>2008-12-13T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:10:08.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chirstmas gathering with my extended family at Gong Gong, Po Po's place.&lt;br /&gt;It was like any other family dinner this time. Nothing christmas-y about it at all. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to have it early this year since Aunty Maggie's family and mine were going away for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I really miss having christmas-y christmas-es. It only comes once in a year and I always look forward to it.. but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we're not even going to put up the tree and all.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Ben are gonna stay with the kangaroos for 3 months, Dad and I are coming back.&lt;br /&gt;I hate globalisation and cross-border mobility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep. Been going to work early so many times, weekends included.&lt;br /&gt;At night I fight the dilema of staying up to relax, or to catch up with sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want heaven. I deam heaven to be a place we sleep 22 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-6366942643590258685?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6366942643590258685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=6366942643590258685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6366942643590258685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6366942643590258685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/12/chirstmas-gathering-with-my-extended.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-7055567654048452281.post-2719621963989549136</id><published>2008-12-09T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:32.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;In 20Years where I'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably sitting in front of the computer.. blogging about wat it was like 20years ago..&lt;br /&gt;When i was sitting in the army rover.. contemplating my future watching planes go by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I could fly a plane..&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I could cure animals and watch them bounce back to the life they once knew..&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I could earn a million bucks and still have time for my family..&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed all my dreams came through while I sat at my backyard with family and friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew all that there was to know and all that there was to come.&lt;br /&gt;But then.. life would be boring wouldn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish time could stand still when I wanted it to, and flash-by when i willed it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I wouldn't treasure all the beautiful memories I had a chance to create with some special other people, would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be able to long for horrible times to be over quickly and look forward to more opportunities to create new memorise with such eager anticipation as I do now, would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the very fact that nothing lasts forever while we are in this world that we ought to treasure every moment as though it would be our last. It's this transient nature of things that makes the very life that we live, worth the living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-2719621963989549136?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2719621963989549136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2719621963989549136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2719621963989549136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2719621963989549136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wonder.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-7055567654048452281.post-3550051332241579686</id><published>2008-11-27T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:02:08.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like training.&lt;br /&gt;Supervisors should be taught how to teach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-3550051332241579686?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/3550051332241579686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=3550051332241579686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/3550051332241579686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/3550051332241579686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-like-training.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-7055567654048452281.post-96757100167320945</id><published>2008-11-20T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:58:51.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ORD Loh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so they chant..&lt;br /&gt;People come, people go.&lt;br /&gt;It's a weird feeling to have known some people for such a short time, and then they're gone. Mobility of human resource. Elastic supply of manpower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my short 2 years, i'll have witnessed people posting out, and new people posting in too. I'd have chatted with them for a while, talking about anything from the weather to politics to TV programs. And yet, despite all this being very well, i can't help but feel that human relationships are meant to be more than that. Perhaps that's why I find myself very much less of a chatter-box than i used to be. I feel that if there isn't enough time to develope a close friendship with people, i'd rather not get aquainted at all. Your comments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know to some, I might come across as pretty unfriendly as a result... but oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sustaining friendships really takes an effort man. I used to think along the lines of "although we don't always talk, and we don't meet up often just to find out how each other is doing, we'll always be friends, cos i'll be there for you". But as much as I'd like to think that this is true, I know that that's just being lazy. I mean, honestly, how can you call yourself a friend if u don't even know what the other person is going through. And how can you know, if you don't spend time with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know that as surely as Fire needs heat, oxygen and fuel to burn, friendships need qualty time to grow and sustain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why I long for retirement so.&lt;br /&gt;Not enough weekends in the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-96757100167320945?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/96757100167320945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=96757100167320945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/96757100167320945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/96757100167320945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/11/ord-loh.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-7055567654048452281.post-5010952614435490953</id><published>2008-11-17T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T05:05:13.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Singapore river on a sunday evening. Friends and french fries make the world go round. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269609455351314066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFp4UtBNpI/AAAAAAAAB-8/_5caXKjXYZQ/s320/DSC09909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFp6bGqCfI/AAAAAAAAB_U/kbhNmCCP0gs/s1600-h/DSC09913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269609491429198322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFp6bGqCfI/AAAAAAAAB_U/kbhNmCCP0gs/s320/DSC09913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFp5j3wtYI/AAAAAAAAB_M/JFBpsLYswuM/s1600-h/DSC09911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269609476602770818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFp5j3wtYI/AAAAAAAAB_M/JFBpsLYswuM/s320/DSC09911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269608044319958498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFomMM7ZeI/AAAAAAAAB-U/z3B6myI6AWs/s320/DSC09906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFp4w8yDZI/AAAAAAAAB_E/RhRz_WAYDqM/s1600-h/DSC09914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269609462933622162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFp4w8yDZI/AAAAAAAAB_E/RhRz_WAYDqM/s320/DSC09914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das Experiment. A play in which Scientists put a group of people in a mock prison environment, some to be guards and others prisoners. Unbelievable how the mind works. In the play, the volunteers get so into it that the guards start torturing the prisonerss, even denying them of medical treatment till deaths occur. No one's that resillient I guess. And i thought being called to live a christian testimony is hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFone1tN7I/AAAAAAAAB-0/4DJjK5QeeFQ/s1600-h/DSC09933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269608066502703026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFone1tN7I/AAAAAAAAB-0/4DJjK5QeeFQ/s320/DSC09933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFonL4Jx6I/AAAAAAAAB-s/XXL1c_I7xCk/s1600-h/DSC09938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269608061412689826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFonL4Jx6I/AAAAAAAAB-s/XXL1c_I7xCk/s320/DSC09938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFomhUVRjI/AAAAAAAAB-k/rbxV8-48VvA/s1600-h/DSC09936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269608049988159026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFomhUVRjI/AAAAAAAAB-k/rbxV8-48VvA/s320/DSC09936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFomYVHE7I/AAAAAAAAB-c/cRlR5iH3Tek/s1600-h/DSC09940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269608047575503794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SSFomYVHE7I/AAAAAAAAB-c/cRlR5iH3Tek/s320/DSC09940.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-5010952614435490953?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5010952614435490953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=5010952614435490953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5010952614435490953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5010952614435490953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/11/singapore-river-on-sunday-evening.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/SSFp4UtBNpI/AAAAAAAAB-8/_5caXKjXYZQ/s72-c/DSC09909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-8485514523856392652</id><published>2008-11-14T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:38:18.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 Corinthians 8:8&lt;br /&gt;I am not commanding you, but to test the sincerity of your love by comparing it to the earnestness of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the book 'A walk to remember' by Nicholas Sparks. And I came to the above verse quoted in the book. And i stopped to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at city link today while waiting for the rest to come.. I can safely say the number of couples walking by was about 10 a minute. It's depressing. I dun get it man. What's it take for a guy and a girl to get together huh. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-8485514523856392652?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8485514523856392652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=8485514523856392652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8485514523856392652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8485514523856392652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-corinthians-88-i-am-not-commanding.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-7055567654048452281.post-2717776362205897619</id><published>2008-11-09T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:28:41.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am. Forgiven so that I can forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to swallow my pride and reconcile especially when I don't feel like i should be the one to reconcile. Yet. God has commanded us not to let the sun go down on your anger, and to leave our sacrifices at the altar, go settle any disputes amongst our brothers and sisters in christ before coming back to offer our sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Again 1 Corinthians 13 jumps out at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient. It keeps no record of wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Yeo thinks i have a girlfriend!! HAHAHA!! She's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;Yea my girlfriend.. here's a pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266677154032722354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SRb-97DJIbI/AAAAAAAAB-M/65WWVXdQmh8/s320/DSC09821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad says she looks like she has a sweet enough personality...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-2717776362205897619?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2717776362205897619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2717776362205897619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2717776362205897619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2717776362205897619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-i-am.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/SRb-97DJIbI/AAAAAAAAB-M/65WWVXdQmh8/s72-c/DSC09821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-8131802814186858834</id><published>2008-10-30T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T06:01:38.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sooo tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in camp seem to be falling into place.. but things outside seem to be falling apart. And i'd give anything for them not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends..&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy. Swallowed up by the world, they are. I wish I could do something for them. All I can do now is pray and be there for them when they need me..&lt;br /&gt;The thing is.. do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda odd.. dispensable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we understood each other.. I thought we clicked. It was convenience.&lt;br /&gt;And they said brothers stay brothers for life.. eutopia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-8131802814186858834?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8131802814186858834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=8131802814186858834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8131802814186858834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8131802814186858834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sooo-tired-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-7055567654048452281.post-7121730152669703775</id><published>2008-10-29T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:07:12.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work's really much much better. But i'd still rather sleep in.. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't understand what's happening!! I haven't changed that much have I? I still treasure our friendship as I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I stayed in Singapre, i'd study psychology in NUS. I'd learn up my japanese. I'd learn driving, i'd learn tennis.. i'd learn kayaking, i'd learn how to cook.. i'd join campus crusade..&lt;br /&gt;And then at 26 i'd apply to be a pilot with SIA. Sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;always have. But recently it's been horrible. Everything i say seems to piss you off. I'm scared to talk to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i went to Auzzie, i'd be a vet. I wonder if i'll have time to learn other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need advice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'd change if u tell me what to change. Until then, i wish u all the best, brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to vets and pilots.. help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7121730152669703775?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7121730152669703775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7121730152669703775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7121730152669703775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7121730152669703775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/10/works-really-much-much-better.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-7055567654048452281.post-382083969580038835</id><published>2008-10-21T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:26:06.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was agood day :)&lt;br /&gt;Finally i think i made some friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like life is gonna get much better afterall. :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-382083969580038835?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/382083969580038835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=382083969580038835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/382083969580038835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/382083969580038835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-agood-day-finally-i-think-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-7055567654048452281.post-7360462109775924674</id><published>2008-10-20T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:20:18.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekend was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half day on friday, went to meet the Prof from UQ who didn't showup.. hahaha. But no matter.&lt;br /&gt;Brought cookie to the vet, she was soooo noisy!! Met up with the guys from 84th at singpost for dinner and chill.. ended up doing push-ups as forfeit out side macdonalds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, rested at home the whole morning, met Eugene for lunch at parkway, then went to esplanade for dinner with family. Watched a free dance festival performance at the concourse while waiting. Walked from esplanade to fullerton across the singapore river. They misted up the whole walkway under the bridge such that i was so scared i'd bump into someone.. couldn't see 20cm in front of me. hehe. Quite an exciting feeling. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, oh my goodness.. sunday, God spoke to me like i was the only person in the sermon. All the verses i've been reading surfaced again. I just wanna trust God to know what he wants to do with me in army. Indescribable feeling. Went out for lunch with a few of the youth. After that Dot came over to watch 10 promises to my dog. And she cried!! hahahahha. :p And we didn't even eat the popcorn during the show. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice nice weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7360462109775924674?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7360462109775924674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7360462109775924674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7360462109775924674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7360462109775924674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-was-great.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-7055567654048452281.post-7238407273150143465</id><published>2008-10-17T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:16:01.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just brought cookie to the vet, they did an x-ray and found her heart to be enlarged to 13cm, from the norm of bout 9-11cm, due to heart murmur which essentially means a failure of the valves to ensure unidirectional flow of blood. This means her heart has to pump faster and harder in order to get the required cirrculation underway. They also found water in her lungs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give cookie her medication by means of a syringe every morning and evening.. I wonder how she'll take it. I'm not even sure i know how to do it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the vet i'd like to volunteer at her clinic since i was interested in doing vet science. She replied "you ready to sign your life away ah? No social life at all lei"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. shucks.. is it that bad? Guess i'll never get married.. haha. Unless of course.. we set up a clinic together. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with chipmunk, kangarooB and Fredsama after that at singpost and we were doing push-ups outside the first floor landing as forfeit. chipmunk had to do alot, so we had a good laugh after finishing our share quickly! Thankfully it was at night, so it was less embarrassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7238407273150143465?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7238407273150143465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7238407273150143465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7238407273150143465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7238407273150143465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-brought-cookie-to-vet-they-did-x.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-7055567654048452281.post-2783559310824695534</id><published>2008-10-17T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:15:05.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was almost an unhappy person today&lt;br /&gt;But God is great. He cancelled my test at AFS today, but i still got the half day off!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Tyrone was actaully fighting to let me go! I'm so awed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at the bus stop reading romans.. and God led me to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Romans 9:25--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For he says to Moses, "I will have mercy on whom i have mercy, and i will have compassion on whom i have compassion." So it depends not upon man's exertion, but upon God's mercy. For the scripture says to pharoh, " I have raised you up for the purpose of showing my power in you, so that my name may be proclaimed in all the earth." So then he has mercy upon whom ever he wills, and he hardens the heart of whoever he wills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You will say to me then, "why does he still find fault? For who can resist his will?" But who are you, a man, to answer back to God? Will what is moulded say to it's moulder. "Why have you made me thus?" Has the portter no right over the clay, to make out of the same lump one vessel for beauty and another for menial use? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must decrease so that Christ can increase. God's really putting me through all this so that his name may be glorified even as I put my trust in Him day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We know that in everything, God works for the good of those who trust him, who are called according to his will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If God is for us, who can be against us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In all these things, we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither deah, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in christ Jesus our Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I need you Jesus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;To come to my rescue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Where else could i go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;There's no other name, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;by which i am saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;capture me with grace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I will follow you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said come unto me, all who are weary, and i will give you rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-2783559310824695534?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2783559310824695534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2783559310824695534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2783559310824695534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2783559310824695534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-almost-unhappy-person-today-but.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-7055567654048452281.post-2043348306561311334</id><published>2008-10-16T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:04:41.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm kinda feeling odd todae.&lt;br /&gt;Happy and stressed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr I getting a half day off, after taking some exam outside base, Thank God!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;The power of prayer. Thanks YAYAs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a lot of people are going through rough patches huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs compassion&lt;br /&gt;The kindness of a saviour&lt;br /&gt;Let mercy fall on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my life to follow&lt;br /&gt;Everything I believe in&lt;br /&gt;Now I surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saviour, he can move the mountains&lt;br /&gt;My God is Mighty to Save&lt;br /&gt;He is Mighty to Save&lt;br /&gt;Forever, author of salvation&lt;br /&gt;He rose and conquered the grave&lt;br /&gt;Jesus conquered the grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly every line of the song jumps out at me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-2043348306561311334?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2043348306561311334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2043348306561311334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2043348306561311334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2043348306561311334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-kinda-feeling-odd-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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-370460605570419839</id><published>2008-10-14T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:29:37.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hear my prayer O Lord&lt;br /&gt;And let my crying come unto thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this goes on for long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how much more i can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord God i trust you know what you are doing with me. I really don't know anymore. I surrender to your will. I'm helpless. I have nothing, except faith that You will bring me through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-370460605570419839?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/370460605570419839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=370460605570419839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/370460605570419839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/370460605570419839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/10/hear-my-prayer-o-lord-and-let-my-crying.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-7055567654048452281.post-7366930938963398494</id><published>2008-10-13T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:30:15.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have an affinity for dead brids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy! I tutored my driver friend for his upcoming O levels. And i helped my mdm look through her grandson's english essay! Finally something more intellectually stimulating. And they look up to me and respect me for being able to do it well. Maybe that's why i'm so happy about it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7366930938963398494?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7366930938963398494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7366930938963398494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7366930938963398494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7366930938963398494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-affinity-for-dead-brids.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-7055567654048452281.post-5804132318386462983</id><published>2008-10-12T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T07:13:03.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AFS buddies! Who else understands better than them what i'm going through at work. Dinner at vivo market was fun, full of laughter (thanks to alfred as usual) albeit short. He saw the sign that said use other door and he walked off in search of another door when it really meant use the right side door out of the two glass doors that made the entrance. Joey fell onto the floor literally ROTFL-ing. Weile drove, so we got into the car.. all except Alvin and HL. And we drove off without them in the carpark. They started walking after the car but duh, how were they sposed to keep up. But we were nice and turned back for them after a while. :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SPIAhIgXN2I/AAAAAAAAB98/i9T-Fn5BYIo/s1600-h/Photo-3148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256264284313696098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SPIAhIgXN2I/AAAAAAAAB98/i9T-Fn5BYIo/s320/Photo-3148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was just complaining to Xuan about work when she saw this. After almost.. well, embarassing herself at orchard. I promised not to add in details, less she kicks me down the stairs. But it's so appropriate. The message is so clear and so specific to me!! I'd have stopped to stare and wonder if anyone else could see what i saw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SPIAhaS3jnI/AAAAAAAAB-E/p8yHcR3G80U/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256264289088933490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SPIAhaS3jnI/AAAAAAAAB-E/p8yHcR3G80U/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SPH_dv0Ci_I/AAAAAAAAB9U/Ly7oFTv_T1w/s1600-h/n570843568_1326808_6928.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone was too shy to be in the photos.. so.. let's admire nature's beauty instead huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SPH_dpIhJKI/AAAAAAAAB9c/N-mLZXRI2Bw/s1600-h/DSC01496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256263124840948898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SPH_dpIhJKI/AAAAAAAAB9c/N-mLZXRI2Bw/s320/DSC01496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's just something reassuring about a small shiny green light that says, it's safe to proceed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SPH_d_-0HlI/AAAAAAAAB9k/XDENdTezWUs/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256263130974264914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SPH_d_-0HlI/AAAAAAAAB9k/XDENdTezWUs/s320/DSC01511.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artistic isn't it?? Like a pastel colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SPH_d_0RZRI/AAAAAAAAB9s/aoyRUtrfZNQ/s1600-h/DSC01509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256263130930046226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SPH_d_0RZRI/AAAAAAAAB9s/aoyRUtrfZNQ/s320/DSC01509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never expected to go home dripping.. Thanks ah? The poor taxi driver. Heh. But it was a fun afternoon at the beach! We probably worked off all that subway pretty effectively! I just hope mum doens't mind sand in the laundry. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Urm.. just some random encouragement to all out there who're taking exams. gambatte means 'be strong' in japanese. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SPH_eFPq7JI/AAAAAAAAB90/v3lNgroMloM/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256263132387142802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SPH_eFPq7JI/AAAAAAAAB90/v3lNgroMloM/s320/DSC01483.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/7055567654048452281-5804132318386462983?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5804132318386462983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=5804132318386462983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5804132318386462983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5804132318386462983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-afs-buddies-who-else-understands.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/SPIAhIgXN2I/AAAAAAAAB98/i9T-Fn5BYIo/s72-c/Photo-3148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-7568080879911209158</id><published>2008-10-06T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T05:23:13.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was another good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the week feeling blue and tired. But It's amazing what God can do. :) When u choose to love. Others see the difference in you. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much crap others throw at you, 'pray for thy oppressors', 'love thy enemies'. And it works! Now at least i've made friends with a few people. And they've begun to realise that I'm not that screwed up afterall :) I actually did well during one of the training sessions and my supervisor praised me! Things are changing around here all right. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior dropped me off at marine parade after work. The thing I love about that area, I can always count on bumping into someone I know! :) Seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7568080879911209158?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7568080879911209158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7568080879911209158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7568080879911209158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7568080879911209158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-another-good-day.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-7055567654048452281.post-2849418145848114069</id><published>2008-10-05T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T05:59:59.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling out at Novena after church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xuan insisted that her shades made people look good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651029244121298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOi3xqv2ENI/AAAAAAAAB8k/L3YS9hg3rgc/s320/DSC01468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651027775800434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOi3xlRxRHI/AAAAAAAAB8c/HV_b0Ifl80g/s320/DSC01470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOi3x4PSqYI/AAAAAAAAB8s/iA_8GeFFOX0/s1600-h/DSC01467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651032865679746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOi3x4PSqYI/AAAAAAAAB8s/iA_8GeFFOX0/s320/DSC01467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The long-awaited donuts that eugene promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOi3xzolNNI/AAAAAAAAB80/BFx6cMLxQds/s1600-h/DSC01476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651031629575378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOi3xzolNNI/AAAAAAAAB80/BFx6cMLxQds/s320/DSC01476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253652408943245682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOi5B-hv-XI/AAAAAAAAB9E/5wZUtwXY4jc/s320/DSC01472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oink&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOi3yFpqsgI/AAAAAAAAB88/6ptzY9pxXU0/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651036465967618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOi3yFpqsgI/AAAAAAAAB88/6ptzY9pxXU0/s320/DSC01455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253652415882424658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOi5CYYLcVI/AAAAAAAAB9M/G9hEnaYI_6U/s320/DSC01456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A good weekend. I can't wait for the next. I live for the weekends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should I join chorale??? They're going Korea, that's 7 days of unrecorded leave from army in January 2009, cos we'll be representing Singapore to compete!! That's like the ultimate incentive for me!! Saturdays, 3-6pm. How How How??? Should I??&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/7055567654048452281-2849418145848114069?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2849418145848114069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2849418145848114069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2849418145848114069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2849418145848114069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/10/chilling-out-at-novena-after-church.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/SOi3xqv2ENI/AAAAAAAAB8k/L3YS9hg3rgc/s72-c/DSC01468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-8436617327330664527</id><published>2008-10-04T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:40:28.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VJC Open house!&lt;br /&gt;Met up with a few of the 06s33 peeps, to crash open house '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr Eric Foo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fav tutor, even though i ponned his bio tutorial. once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOeLI7GJueI/AAAAAAAAB70/pxOYewJ24KY/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253320475769682402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOeLI7GJueI/AAAAAAAAB70/pxOYewJ24KY/s320/DSC00981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mass Dance!! Wat's VJ without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOeLI5R8p-I/AAAAAAAAB78/FtjDccXvnDI/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253320475282286562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOeLI5R8p-I/AAAAAAAAB78/FtjDccXvnDI/s320/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The good old rusty swing that hardly anyone uses but remains a vital part of the VJ campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOeLJDjOyrI/AAAAAAAAB8E/SkegWTfjaio/s1600-h/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253320478039132850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOeLJDjOyrI/AAAAAAAAB8E/SkegWTfjaio/s320/DSC00988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chilling out at the Igloo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOeLJJxCGgI/AAAAAAAAB8M/l2c--z-B_Uo/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253320479707634178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOeLJJxCGgI/AAAAAAAAB8M/l2c--z-B_Uo/s320/DSC01000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Canteen food. Milo with pearls. It used to be my staple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOeLJSWWs9I/AAAAAAAAB8U/cIhNklt7sOI/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253320482011657170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOeLJSWWs9I/AAAAAAAAB8U/cIhNklt7sOI/s320/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Visited Boon Sing at ttsh after that. Poor guy had an accident in the line of duty. Really hope he recovers fully from this and that life for him will return back to normal!! Now I really believe that life is really short, and anything can happen at anytime, to anyone. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then it was off to Varsity Park for YAYAs BBQ. There was as usual, so much food, we played games to finish up the food. Photos from mel soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meanwhile, i'm sooooooo tired, i'm going to sleep. Gd nite world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohoh! Thanks Jialing and co. for that lilo and stich cup, and frog wrist pad all the way from wales!! :) :)&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/7055567654048452281-8436617327330664527?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8436617327330664527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=8436617327330664527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8436617327330664527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8436617327330664527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/10/vjc-open-house-met-up-with-few-of-06s33.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/SOeLI7GJueI/AAAAAAAAB70/pxOYewJ24KY/s72-c/DSC00981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-6234371709629227548</id><published>2008-10-02T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:02:42.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Left work at 10am for meeting, after that followed one of my seniors to marine parade. I bumped into a few VJ people! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for inter squadron bowling after that. We won! although I don't think I contributed much, but finally I saw some team excellence come into play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, looks like at least for now, there shines a more prominent silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My attempt at drawing urm.. cloud.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. The eyes are soooo hard to draw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOTFTR0ZcFI/AAAAAAAAB7c/RpNcsQVjnc4/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252540000412201042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOTFTR0ZcFI/AAAAAAAAB7c/RpNcsQVjnc4/s320/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252540007043489202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOTFTqha3bI/AAAAAAAAB7s/KoCJk9cEEeg/s320/DSC01453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xuan's nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOTFTYzy-XI/AAAAAAAAB7k/x42_iiliSp4/s1600-h/DSC01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252540002288728434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SOTFTYzy-XI/AAAAAAAAB7k/x42_iiliSp4/s320/DSC01444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-6234371709629227548?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6234371709629227548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=6234371709629227548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6234371709629227548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6234371709629227548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-good-day.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/SOTFTR0ZcFI/AAAAAAAAB7c/RpNcsQVjnc4/s72-c/DSC01450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-8332973779197018985</id><published>2008-09-30T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:32:39.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, i wanna say that Eagle Eye is such a good movie!!&lt;br /&gt;So much action and the plot's not bad too!! :)&lt;br /&gt;We were sposed to go night safari but in the end, we ended up eating at mushroom pot near leisure park, before catching a 10pm show. Mum and Dad were so tired by the time we finally got home! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was better today! Someone took over my duty so i could have lunch cos my training ended late. Tmr's a holiday! And there SQN bowling on thurs. SLACK! :) And although i got fined today.. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled up my application forms for queensland and murdoch! David said, effectively, next year will be your final year here liao..... I think i'll cry. hahaha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-8332973779197018985?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8332973779197018985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=8332973779197018985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8332973779197018985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8332973779197018985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/firstly-i-wanna-say-that-eagle-eye-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-7055567654048452281.post-64851372531628299</id><published>2008-09-28T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T07:35:17.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to battle tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-64851372531628299?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/64851372531628299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=64851372531628299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/64851372531628299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/64851372531628299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-battle-tomorrow.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-7055567654048452281.post-5326743458059649770</id><published>2008-09-28T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:24:45.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; A few of the youth came over to play tennis the other day, and it was Leon's birthday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SN9LKn74iCI/AAAAAAAAB6U/tp6ZxVcurEE/s1600-h/DSC01422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250998336428214306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SN9LKn74iCI/AAAAAAAAB6U/tp6ZxVcurEE/s320/DSC01422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SN9LKlQP-9I/AAAAAAAAB6c/rgoheIZIbNc/s1600-h/DSC01418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250998335708330962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SN9LKlQP-9I/AAAAAAAAB6c/rgoheIZIbNc/s320/DSC01418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SN9LK5gTvzI/AAAAAAAAB6k/JISKL3nDf5M/s1600-h/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250998341144395570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SN9LK5gTvzI/AAAAAAAAB6k/JISKL3nDf5M/s320/DSC01424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 84th Basic AOS Course BBQ in celebration of SSG Stephanie's birhtday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photos taken from SSG Andrew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SN9LK5mM9eI/AAAAAAAAB6s/ZFjGeOBkf2A/s1600-h/n521739805_718367_963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250998341169116642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SN9LK5mM9eI/AAAAAAAAB6s/ZFjGeOBkf2A/s320/n521739805_718367_963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SN9LK36_byI/AAAAAAAAB60/Wz2-Rsg113M/s1600-h/n521739805_718366_9763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250998340719439650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SN9LK36_byI/AAAAAAAAB60/Wz2-Rsg113M/s320/n521739805_718366_9763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250999233902984338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SN9L-3SivJI/AAAAAAAAB68/Din6jHxSVX4/s320/n521739805_718365_8559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VJChoir Carolling '07 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wonder if i'll be there this year.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I am, it means my leave for Auzzie did not get approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250999234735794882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SN9L-6ZGasI/AAAAAAAAB7E/Gja1wGZKlnY/s320/n506991362_524858_3093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250999241661894258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SN9L_UMaTnI/AAAAAAAAB7U/-5zWqCx9MBU/s320/n538035873_1312756_5567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Photo taken by Aik Leng, koped from his facebook. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We just performed our best at SYF '05 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Unofficially, VS was the top choir that year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250999236548115010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SN9L_BJMOkI/AAAAAAAAB7M/9UEmTkDu03U/s320/n704292097_1029729_9356.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just felt like putting in some random photos :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-5326743458059649770?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5326743458059649770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=5326743458059649770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5326743458059649770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5326743458059649770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-of-youth-came-over-to-play-tennis.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/SN9LKn74iCI/AAAAAAAAB6U/tp6ZxVcurEE/s72-c/DSC01422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-5555063860282669855</id><published>2008-09-26T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:34:32.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isiah 40: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even youth grow weary, and young men stumble and fall. But those who hope in the Lord, he will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles, they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some comforting words from the bible last night.. Really quite trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished work early today. I decided i'd walk out..  So i grabbed my bag and started walking. And on the way, some guy driving past gave me a lift out. Thank God :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hide me now under your wings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cover me within your mighty hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the oceans rise and thunders roar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will soar with you above the storm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father you are king over the storm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i will be still, know you are God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find rest, my soul,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In christ alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know his power,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In quietness and trust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the oceans rise and thunders roar,&lt;br /&gt;I will soar with you above the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Father you are king over the storm&lt;br /&gt;and i will be still, know you are God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-5555063860282669855?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5555063860282669855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=5555063860282669855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5555063860282669855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5555063860282669855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/isiah-40-30-even-youth-grow-weary-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-7055567654048452281.post-5735092250579467963</id><published>2008-09-25T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:35:17.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was another trying day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone broke my cup!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;I've been using that cup since i was in primary school la.. should have thought better than to bring it to squadron. Well he said sorry and offered to pay.. but how could he..&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the cup's brother.. cos mum bought both of them at the same time, one for benny, one for me. And i broke his a long long time back while trying to splash water on Ben for fun.. I swung and the cup smashed into the staircase railing.. :p Now my cup has departed this earth to re-join his brother. ah ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;A pilot dropped by today. I had a chat with him as I helped him bring down stuff to his car.. he's from VJ apparently. I was so happy talking to him! He just started talking so cheerfully! Really brightened up my day! :) Up points to my impression of pilots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet throughout all these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still choose to listen to the voice of truth.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to presevere.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to praise God in the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo happy to see Alfred and Joey in the bus on the way home today! Haha. I started ranting immediately :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-5735092250579467963?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5735092250579467963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=5735092250579467963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5735092250579467963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5735092250579467963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-another-trying-day.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-7055567654048452281.post-2049177819439308835</id><published>2008-09-22T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:36:20.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did a terrible thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to kick a frog off the road.. and it didn't want to budge. I had to kick it like more than 20 times cos i didn't want to kick it too hard and make it really fly off from the center to the edge. It kept flipping and rolling but just refused to move off on it's own. I felt really mean.. like a big bully kicking this helpless creature. I don't know what it was about that pathetic sight of the frog being kicked around that made me want to blog about it. But no choice! I had to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing what you can do when your goal is to love though,&lt;br /&gt;Even monsters don't seem so scary anymore. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-2049177819439308835?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2049177819439308835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2049177819439308835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2049177819439308835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2049177819439308835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/work-was-better-yesterday.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-7055567654048452281.post-5701534694808435408</id><published>2008-09-21T03:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:37:40.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God hasn't spoken to me that directly in such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;After last night's chat. This morning's sermon came at a PERFECT timing. Right in the mids of the storm, God called out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that what i'm going through really isn't a tad as bad as what daniel went through in Babylon. The guys there were out to KILL him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeremiah 29 : 7-14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.But seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to the Lord on its behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare. 8.For thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel : Do not let your prophets and your diviners who are among you deceive you, and do not listen to the dreams that they dream, 9 for it is a lie that they are proophesying to you in my name; I did not send them, says the Lord. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. For thus says the Lord: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;When seventy years are completed for Babylon&lt;/span&gt;, i will visit you, and i will fulfil to you my promise and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;bring you back to this place&lt;/span&gt;. 11. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. &lt;/span&gt;12. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and i will hear you. 13. You will seek me and find me; when you seek me with all your heart, 14. I will be found by you, says the Lord, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and I will bring you back to the place from whilch I sent you into exile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dear God, I'm going to wait&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;these two years for you to bring me home. But during my time here, in my own Babylon, I pray that you'll make me a daniel in this foreign land. Help me to Love as you have Loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Chorintians 13: 1-7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal&lt;/span&gt;. 2. And if i have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but have not love, I am nothing.&lt;/span&gt; 3. If I give away all I have, and f I deliver my body to be burned, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but have not love, I gain nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Love is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PATIENT&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KIND&lt;/span&gt;; Love is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT JEALOUS or BOASTFUL&lt;/span&gt;; 5. It is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ARROGANT or RUDE&lt;/span&gt;. Love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOES NOT INSIST ON ITS OWN WAY&lt;/span&gt;; it is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT IRRITABLE or RESENTFUL&lt;/span&gt;; 6. It &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOES NOT REJOICE AT WRONG&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REJOICES IN RIGHTEOUSNESS&lt;/span&gt;. 7. Love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEARS &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;all things&lt;/span&gt;, BELIEVES &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;all things&lt;/span&gt;, HOPES &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;all things&lt;/span&gt;, ENDURES &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;all things&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dear God. Thank you for teaching me how to love specifically. Help me to practice this in my Babylon until you call me home again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-5701534694808435408?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5701534694808435408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=5701534694808435408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5701534694808435408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5701534694808435408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-hasnt-spoken-to-me-that-directly-in.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-7055567654048452281.post-8712245107191303113</id><published>2008-09-20T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T03:50:04.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wah! I'm totally roasted now. Had inter squadron beach volleyball tournament at siloso beach. I didn't participate though, just played causal volleyball and frisbee. OC brought her kids, they're so innocent and spontaneous in making friends. A skill i have long forgotten. Han Jie's dog wiped the sand off his toungue on my pants. How convenient. But that old grandpa golden retriever was good company. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248425007902695506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SNYmvMJRIFI/AAAAAAAAB50/6sytiC3LWUk/s320/DSC01414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SNT6x916S1I/AAAAAAAAB5U/Ai5kScEBuFs/s1600-h/DSC01409.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's birthday just over. She's 45 now! We didn't have much of a celebration due to work commitments. Well at least dad still took her out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that the noun for being busy is Business. I feel so enlightened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248095202114685778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SNT6x916S1I/AAAAAAAAB5U/Ai5kScEBuFs/s320/DSC01409.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248095218063848994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SNT6y5QfNiI/AAAAAAAAB5s/zqefbLHUmRI/s320/DSC01413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248095208494619810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SNT6yVnAXKI/AAAAAAAAB5k/E7_D8T7OaaQ/s320/DSC01412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Elise's cat, kookie. The black and white one. Not the brown one in jeans... That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SNT6yO_0YoI/AAAAAAAAB5c/bY-rxyKVeLI/s1600-h/n742825075_4204200_8978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248095206719644290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SNT6yO_0YoI/AAAAAAAAB5c/bY-rxyKVeLI/s320/n742825075_4204200_8978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunburned. 痛い！！:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-8712245107191303113?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8712245107191303113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=8712245107191303113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8712245107191303113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8712245107191303113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/wah-im-totally-roasted-now.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/SNYmvMJRIFI/AAAAAAAAB50/6sytiC3LWUk/s72-c/DSC01414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-7798411776904508481</id><published>2008-09-19T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:01:22.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enough complaining.&lt;br /&gt;I want to live a positive and hopeful life from now on. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7798411776904508481?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7798411776904508481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7798411776904508481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7798411776904508481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7798411776904508481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-god-i-passed-first-categorisation.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-7055567654048452281.post-7158447858054709402</id><published>2008-09-18T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:02:31.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a lil better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love them like Jesus. I'm really trying. It's tough.&lt;br /&gt;Really, the greatest lesson I believe I can learn from these two years will be humility. Carol hit the nail on the head way before i even enlisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm not sure it's this kind of humility I ought to learn.&lt;br /&gt;No, a more correct virtue to be learnt has to be meekness. Not speaking up for your rights. I'll be an expert by the time I get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope i can go australia this year end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7158447858054709402?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7158447858054709402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7158447858054709402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7158447858054709402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7158447858054709402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-was-lil-better.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-7055567654048452281.post-7157981691633245912</id><published>2008-09-14T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:40:50.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few nights ago, i had a dream that i went to heaven. It was odd. Mysterious. The streets were lined with i dunno, trees? It was more like a hedge rather, a really tall hedge, bout 3m maybe? It stretched the entire length of the wide road i was walking on. There were breaks in between the hedges and men in long white robes stood guard at these "entrances" There were other shadowy figures moving around behind. The sky was a strange mix of colours.. i remember green, most significantly.. but i think there was yellow, orange and purple. It isn't the usual sky kinda colour, more like those windows media player visualisations.. quite dizzying. Then there was this man. Quite stocky figure. He was singing with his hands stretched wide open and raised upwards. His voice was really powerful and full of emotion. But one thing i felt, lost and unfamiliar. That was all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's collegue just died in his sleep a few hours ago. Shocking. She doesn't know what to say to the students tmr. Apparently he was in the pink of health. His fiancee couldn't wake him from his sleep and she brought him to the hospital. Tragic. How precious life is. I'd be distraught if someone close to me just left without a word. Just like that. Without warning. Unanticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David challenged me to song lead. Honestly, i dun feel "called" right now. I hardly even do my own QT. Now's probably not a good time.. but then again. When will it ever be if not now. I feel so.. lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7157981691633245912?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7157981691633245912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7157981691633245912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7157981691633245912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7157981691633245912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-nights-ago-i-had-dream-that-i-went.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-7055567654048452281.post-6688907714246926396</id><published>2008-09-13T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:59:45.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from Elise's birthday/farewell party. Happy Birthday Elise! Enjoy your last few days in Singapore TTM!! All the best at Imperial! Hope to see lotsa photos of you wearing that cool beanie and scarf!! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to The Cavern before that. It's a pub at Boat Quay! Airforce Squadron gathering to watch liverpool vs Man U. Tia Maria is a nice drink! I'll order that next time, if there ever is. Only took one sip from randall. Mine was Chocolate Martini! Wohoo. And since it was a squadron thing, they're all sponsored. :D Encik yeo koh paid for my spring chicken. haha. Thanks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel mum's reluctance to letting me go drink alcohol. At the same time i know she's trying not to control me too much anymore. She didn't say much, only gave me that look when i told her I needed to train up for social drinking. I quoted grandpa, "why you so lousy! turn red so fast!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, but i doubt i'll be one to drink till i can't walk. not to worry :)&lt;br /&gt;But who knows.. only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-6688907714246926396?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6688907714246926396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=6688907714246926396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6688907714246926396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6688907714246926396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-came-back-from-elises.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-7055567654048452281.post-2649478872956832248</id><published>2008-09-10T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:37:40.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You will slowly start to feel the pressure.." Says my warrant officer in charge, "i'm not trying to scare you, i'm just stating facts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." I reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Today was a good day, half the day gone doing ippt in the morning. I was so smelly in the car back to base that they dropped me off at home to bathe. Serendipity. I realise i love variety. Sitting in the same place for too long kills me. On the other hand, picking up dead frogs on the runway... hmm, and that's exactly what i did today. It was dried, and flat, black like a twig. I picked it up with my bare hands!! All the legs were together at one end and the eyes were like black diamonds. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shihui, i'm so gonna miss you when/if i go to auzzie land to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-2649478872956832248?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2649478872956832248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2649478872956832248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2649478872956832248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2649478872956832248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-will-slowly-start-to-feel-pressure.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-7055567654048452281.post-1837626888475796472</id><published>2008-09-06T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:38:31.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ought to start commiting my life to God i think.&lt;br /&gt;All this worry about which course to take in which Uni is driving me crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was telling me i can actually be a vet that flies around in a plane to save animals in the wilderness. I guess that'll be really cool.. but i'm not sure if people actually do that? I'm feeling so lazy and unmotivated to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the family workshop today. Well it was not bad.. just reinforcing what i already know though.. not much new things that i haven't heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about blogging is that you have so much u wanna blog, but then you open the window and u stare blankly at the screen. urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-1837626888475796472?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/1837626888475796472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=1837626888475796472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1837626888475796472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1837626888475796472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-ought-to-start-commiting-my-life-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-7055567654048452281.post-6024929087384557438</id><published>2008-09-06T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:31:44.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wohoo, last night was fun!&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the guys at 1am to play lan till 4am..&lt;br /&gt;Ran in the rain, from paradiz to PS which was closed.&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the steps, hungry and tired, and did i mention.. WET.&lt;br /&gt;Contemplated ordering macdonalds until Joey fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to rendevous hotel to sit in the lobby for 20sec before getting chased out by the security guard.&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at the 24Hr Kopitiam which sells ice milo at 2bucks a cup.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a whole group of transvestites, who screamed in a crescendo when one of them dropped the tray, as if trying to remind the whole world that they were females..&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 7am and Dad said "Good morning!" as i walked in through the door and he walked out to go to market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then..&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzz..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-6024929087384557438?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6024929087384557438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=6024929087384557438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6024929087384557438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6024929087384557438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/09/wohoo-last-night-was-fun-met-up-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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-1671295188573641783</id><published>2008-08-30T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:21:02.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Staff stephanie: this is the first batch of suasages, chao-ta is normal wan, collect all the soot first. Later on all the batches won't cha0-ta anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All: -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Alfred and Joey for organising. Thanks Jenzus for hosting. Thanks Mdm Lena for sponsoring a huge amount. Thanks everybody for manking the BBQ so enjoyable!! Gonna kope the pictures from Joey once he gets them from staff andrew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to you Huay Shan! Next time i fall sick, i'll go to your clinic! hehheh. Come back often, more class gatherings!! Holland V is a lively place even at 2am. Swensons still had customers! So cool! And that's where my grandparents live somemore. I wonder if they heard all the racket we made at the playground at their block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weekend well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I have the urge to be a pilot all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i ought to be a vet with a PPL, so i can fly from place to place to do my research. Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-1671295188573641783?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/1671295188573641783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=1671295188573641783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1671295188573641783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1671295188573641783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/staff-stephanie-this-is-first-batch-of.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-7055567654048452281.post-6065987670781670505</id><published>2008-08-17T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:50:42.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elaine's birthday party at SAF holiday resorts. Quite impressed i must say that she took the opportunity to share her faith with her friends there and then. Most people would prob just go have fun and party. Haha. Happy belated birthday Elaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed down to Lix's birthday party after that.. Good to see everyone again, as always. Sad to see that A lvls has kinda sapped alot of energy from them though. Or issit something else. I don't know. It feels different definitely. I wonder if I was like that in year 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only wish there were more days in the weekends, time to spend with friends. Time to waste with the people I love. I guess while we're on earth, we can only dream of such a heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-6065987670781670505?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6065987670781670505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=6065987670781670505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6065987670781670505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6065987670781670505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/elaines-birthday-party-at-saf-holiday.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-7055567654048452281.post-6834165712597990711</id><published>2008-08-15T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:51:11.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 years in Perth.&lt;br /&gt;Can i handle that??&lt;br /&gt;Guess i could.. if i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my passion?&lt;br /&gt;Animals make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Friends make me happy..&lt;br /&gt;Rollercoasters make me happy..&lt;br /&gt;*chicken essence just appeared on tv*&lt;br /&gt;Holidays make me happy..&lt;br /&gt;Boat rides make me happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i could take a ferry to some holiday destination and ride a rollercoaster with a friendly animal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being racist here but dating blondes with freckles who probably dun get much of the lame shit i'm known to come up with isn't a very appealing idea to me at the moment.. I ain't that charming man..6 years.. gosh. Not like i'm doing very well back here at home. I'd be 27/28 by the time i'm back home? Dad got married at 28!! WTH??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. unfounded worries perhaps? but nonetheless. One can't help worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sweet dream last night. If only it was real. Then again, that'd be just imposing my wishful thinking on you.. heh heh. WDV. Fred, you're full of shit. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-6834165712597990711?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6834165712597990711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=6834165712597990711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6834165712597990711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6834165712597990711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/6-years-in-perth.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-7055567654048452281.post-7812346728178423638</id><published>2008-08-15T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:06:53.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been a rather crazy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the guys are gone. Left chiong sua, T-rex, fish ball and me. Hardly go to the mess, T-rex is still trying hard to complete metal slug.. I'm falling in love with Nora Roberts.. (hahaha) I'm only half way through the book though. The story's just begining. But practical lessons are picking up a furious pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Flu bug spreading around AFS.&lt;br /&gt;Practical assesment.&lt;br /&gt;Course grad gift.&lt;br /&gt;Course T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Dua bao, ben, and shawn impromptu on wed nights-out. Was great catching up after years!! reliving the old times, just the four of us, pizza and stories. Shawn's wins hands down. I hardly have a story to tell.. though ben kicked me real hard under the table. Hope the next outing isn't too far away. It shouldn't be, i still have shawn's polo T which was meant for Ben. Dots...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7812346728178423638?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7812346728178423638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7812346728178423638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7812346728178423638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7812346728178423638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-has-been-rather-crazy-week.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-7055567654048452281.post-4831696562766067840</id><published>2008-08-08T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T07:05:30.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;84th Basic AOS Course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ09R_lnLkI/AAAAAAAAAos/soDmMbBGLEc/s1600-h/DSC01154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232405721410645570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ09R_lnLkI/AAAAAAAAAos/soDmMbBGLEc/s400/DSC01154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ08rfrG52I/AAAAAAAAAoE/CjN-m0Zkab4/s1600-h/DSC01211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232405060008732514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ08rfrG52I/AAAAAAAAAoE/CjN-m0Zkab4/s320/DSC01211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ08r06kv3I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ipLZ8ApB9JQ/s1600-h/DSC01152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232405065710747506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ08r06kv3I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ipLZ8ApB9JQ/s320/DSC01152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ08sLzyJ-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/Bu3AzYm5kPM/s1600-h/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232405071856281570" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ00_XnkkGI/AAAAAAAAAnM/IIYQhSa8J5c/s320/DSC01221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0y990NG6I/AAAAAAAAAnE/chOjXtegKg4/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232394382221319074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0y990NG6I/AAAAAAAAAnE/chOjXtegKg4/s320/DSC01222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0yBJ9lXCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/z7LiGHDu5MA/s1600-h/DSC01228.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Got gassed by CS (tear) gas on wed. Would say the experience was quite unique, exciting even, such that in the unlikely event that our homeland is attacked by bio-chemical agents, we'd be able to protect ourselves and our loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jokingly asked Wing Co if we could get brevets for our uniform and he gave me his spare since i asked. Felt so embarassed but definetely honoured. Will keep it some place safe as a reminder to do a good job in Changi FSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the 5 weeks have passed and my buddies are gonna be posted out soon. Will definetely miss them, Alfred and his hilarious antics, save for his kung-fu lightning jabs. All will be quiet with you guys gone. Who's gonna play metal slug now? heh. Or tease cockster during morning parades. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steamboat with young YAYAs at bugis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232393337509862434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0yBJ9lXCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/z7LiGHDu5MA/s320/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0xNWnj1MI/AAAAAAAAAm0/nbMykNv1yFY/s1600-h/DSC01239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232392447553950914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0xNWnj1MI/AAAAAAAAAm0/nbMykNv1yFY/s320/DSC01239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0w9PB1itI/AAAAAAAAAms/X4ISwZljZFk/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232392170638772946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0w9PB1itI/AAAAAAAAAms/X4ISwZljZFk/s320/DSC01240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0wmcVKLFI/AAAAAAAAAmk/wvygglZdSxY/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232391779072486482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0wmcVKLFI/AAAAAAAAAmk/wvygglZdSxY/s320/DSC01275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0wZYZoHoI/AAAAAAAAAmc/vOvVpUDfqks/s1600-h/DSC01273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232391554679185026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0wZYZoHoI/AAAAAAAAAmc/vOvVpUDfqks/s320/DSC01273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232388728090606930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0t02iZPVI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Y5s1sfGPJ9Q/s320/DSC01263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232388463396333810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0tlceXKPI/AAAAAAAAAl0/UrAobPFXTKM/s320/DSC01261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232389349872527090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0uZC2wZvI/AAAAAAAAAmE/5NKsb6vFJAs/s320/DSC01262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232389738994146642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0uvsclHVI/AAAAAAAAAmM/gNjVXYY4uU0/s320/DSC01268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232390758186248754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJ0vrBO6ajI/AAAAAAAAAmU/izfH6WWZ8EM/s320/DSC01257.JPG" border="0" /&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/7055567654048452281-4831696562766067840?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4831696562766067840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=4831696562766067840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/4831696562766067840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/4831696562766067840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/84th-basic-aos-course-got-gassed-by-cs.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/SJ09R_lnLkI/AAAAAAAAAos/soDmMbBGLEc/s72-c/DSC01154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-4248199866186566708</id><published>2008-08-03T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:08:13.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So shy! muahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJVy5kVP7zI/AAAAAAAAAlk/R-fJ8Zi4I3c/s1600-h/DSC01123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230212875591610162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJVy5kVP7zI/AAAAAAAAAlk/R-fJ8Zi4I3c/s320/DSC01123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJVynh6MFzI/AAAAAAAAAlc/siFL1vRjltQ/s1600-h/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230212565703595826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJVynh6MFzI/AAAAAAAAAlc/siFL1vRjltQ/s320/DSC01122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230212187010480114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJVyRfKtt_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/G8NlTAZ8mf4/s320/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJVx7oQ253I/AAAAAAAAAlM/OnZeF4QJgHE/s1600-h/DSC01132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230211811495044978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJVx7oQ253I/AAAAAAAAAlM/OnZeF4QJgHE/s320/DSC01132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230274051989753346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SJWqigLKzgI/AAAAAAAAAls/P4q1CV5SRes/s320/DSC01121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay at raffles hotel was a good rest for me. Sry rr and dino that we didn't get to see the promised fireworks. But we had fun i hope. although we didn't do much. heh heh. I felt resonably happier the next morning, reasonably refreshed after rolling around on 3 huge beds joined together, after whacking my bro and dad with the pillows repeatedly. Die la, i need such luxiouries to keep me happy. I'm so gonna stay an unhappy man. heh heh. &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;&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;I was about to give up today. Pastor joined our sunday school. She said just the words i needed to hear. And they were sufficient. &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/7055567654048452281-4248199866186566708?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4248199866186566708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=4248199866186566708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/4248199866186566708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/4248199866186566708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-shy-muahahaha-ah.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/SJVy5kVP7zI/AAAAAAAAAlk/R-fJ8Zi4I3c/s72-c/DSC01123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-1173631915098521038</id><published>2008-08-01T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:20:07.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 men sat at the edge of a cliff one day discussing their pathetic lives. A fairy appeared and decided to grant each of them a wish. They were to shout out their wish clearly and leap off the edge for it to come true. And so the first man got up and shouted "Happiness" and leapt off the edge. He landed safely at the bottom considerably happier. The second man jumped off the cliff and shouted "friends!" and he landed admidst the company of his closest friends to be.&lt;br /&gt;The third got onto the edge all excited and ready to get his wish. But in his excitement he slipped and yelled "SHIT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we sometimes find ourselves like the third man? Life's full of shit and we don't even know what we did to deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i'm just being paranoid but ever since i've entered the army, i sense a change in the dynamics of the relationships in my family. Ben keeps to himself and the computer so much and can't seem to talk politely. Dad and mum don't communicate any better. One would think informing one parent of one's intentions would suffice but no... there's a permanent break down in communications! I get so fed up that i come home to this mess after 5 days being away from home, expecting some warmth and cosyness in this place i call home but based on a hope which didn't materialise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia is taking it's toll on me, i get irritated so easily nowadays, and the next minute i can be "rolling on the floor  laughing" like i just breathed in laughing gas. I hate this arrogant streak of mine too. So many a times, i don't mean to be harsh in my speech but my lips move to fast for their own good. I ought to learn to swallow my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other not so important, purely informative news, the SAF medical review board is gonna upgrade my pes status to B. For all who don't understand, it's all right. not important. But for those who do and are laughing (or crying for me) right now.. well.. let's just say i still have lots to be thankful for. Cos i already finished BMT and my vocation training, so it'sunlikely that they'll make me re-course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't a struggle, it's a wiggle. huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-1173631915098521038?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/1173631915098521038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=1173631915098521038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1173631915098521038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1173631915098521038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-men-sat-at-edge-of-cliff-one-day.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-7055567654048452281.post-2498459605788546376</id><published>2008-07-30T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T05:05:18.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emo emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. dunno wat's wrong with me nowadays. certain times of the day i just feel kinda emo. i need to learn how to control my emotions better. But i haven't been sleeping well in camp. Not sure what's the reason either. So i tend to get a lil cranky.. How i wish i could have one of those happy go lucky personalities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-2498459605788546376?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2498459605788546376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2498459605788546376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2498459605788546376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2498459605788546376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/emo-emo.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-7055567654048452281.post-4823700900211803233</id><published>2008-07-27T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T02:35:57.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alfred's rock has been taken off his head.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a talk with Chun Hao today in church. He assured me that once i completed BMT they won't send me in for re-course. That's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday school. We learned about the power that God has invested in us to enable us to overcome the evil in this world, the temptations that we face daily. It's a comforting fact. Yet, somehow for me, I can't help feeling inadequate still. No doubt, God's plans are greater than mine, but my patience is limited. Afterall, i don't see the begining and the end like God does. I only see wat's in the present and occasionally look back upon the past. No doubt i'm still waiting upon his promises and will continue to wait, i can't help but nurse this feeling of being neglected, that my needs aren't met. Granted, perhaps what I want isn't what God has in store for me, what am i sposed to do? Afterall, i was created with this feeling, this desire for companionship wasn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wth, pizza's ready. Time to answer my other calling, to food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-4823700900211803233?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4823700900211803233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=4823700900211803233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/4823700900211803233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/4823700900211803233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/alfreds-rock-has-been-taken-off-his.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-7055567654048452281.post-6963663332521711589</id><published>2008-07-25T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:08:09.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The end of module exam went pretty well for most if not all.&lt;br /&gt;Just that i realise the guy who's gonna interview us for the position of pseudo pilot is the same guy who scolded my course mate and I for spouting uneccessary comments during one of the dialouge sessions.. that increases my chaces by a hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless the people i've met there are the best weirdos anyone can ask for. And thanks to them, we're having so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred! Sheesh. How often can we find someone who laughs along with everyone else even when the subject of the humour is no other but he himself. Really need more people like him around town. "rock on the head.." HAHAHA. Seriously, i think abs trainers should hire him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much uncertainty in the air. Which unit I go after passing out, which uni I go after ORD.. the future is indeed a mystery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-6963663332521711589?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6963663332521711589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=6963663332521711589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6963663332521711589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6963663332521711589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-crazy.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-7055567654048452281.post-741858447075818551</id><published>2008-07-19T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:22:21.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interesting time to be blogging..&lt;br /&gt;Sleepovers at Ann Siong's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all succumbed to the Z monster as Mr Foo would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prob waking Huay Shan up though, just mention some random food..&lt;br /&gt;The rest will wake at "got bomb". Some random crap that Cheng Wei came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno wat to say. Feels weird blogging at this hour. Dun wanna be emo.. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-741858447075818551?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/741858447075818551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=741858447075818551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/741858447075818551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/741858447075818551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting-time-to-be-blogging.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-7055567654048452281.post-2171980923358516042</id><published>2008-07-11T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:00:01.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Big Big photo collage!&lt;br /&gt;For the dinner at din tai fung!&lt;br /&gt;For the T shirt!&lt;br /&gt;For all the well wishes!&lt;br /&gt;For the friendship that we've shared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gotten my hands on the photos yet. Hope you guys do well over there at Wales! Thanks for the smses too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad got me this digital photo display screen. Just what I needed man! now i won't get bored of looking at the same photos everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have really picked up in Air Force School. Studies are getting intensive but my friends there are really great. :) I thought they were gonna tao-pok me or something the way they were going about it but all they wanted to do was to surprise me with a cake at midnight! They actually stayed up all the way whereas i fell asleep.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest thing. They dared me to call SSG stephanie and SSG Alvin. It was hilarious man. If only i could have faked a cry to make it even more realistic. I was sposed to call them and request them to sing me a birthday song over the phone "because all my course mates abandoned me" SSG Alvin was like "huh really ah? eh heh heh, heh heh heh heh heh, dun wan la, very funny lei.." and in the end after much pleas on my part he finally relent and actually sang!! omg.. we were all laughing cos the phone was on loud speaker. Sorry staff! haha! It was meant to be a dare on me, but i guess it turned out more like a prank on you :p SSG stephanie was faking reception problems and just refused to sing! chey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wing (unit) seems like a really nice place. Get to play pool and video arcade every night, eat chicken wings, fries, chicken cutlet (famous) until we all grow fat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'm really blessed!&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-2171980923358516042?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2171980923358516042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2171980923358516042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2171980923358516042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2171980923358516042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-guys-for-big-big-photo-collage.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-7055567654048452281.post-2415045883321544759</id><published>2008-07-04T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T08:09:31.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;Indecisiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Chain reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of a friend which made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah, screw it. And so the road less travelled proved too difficult afterall. In conformity i see comfort. Yet therein lies a disatisfaction that i know i won't be able to live with for long. And so, i press on, clinging on to an unfounded hope, without which i am nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In English. I don't like the work culture in Singapore. It sucks. Really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perhaps it's my fault i don't have many friends my age, save for a few good ones :) And because of that, few can truly relate. What's the point of having the nicest car in the world with no one to drive, the best squash racquet with no partner. I try, but it takes two hands to clap, Thank you dear ones who've clapped along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No matter how much i condemn the paper chase though, i know almost for sure that one day, so too, will i be running that race, climbing that ladder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I suppose it's all part and parcel of growing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-2415045883321544759?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2415045883321544759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2415045883321544759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2415045883321544759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2415045883321544759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/irresponsible.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-7055567654048452281.post-7478093323967582118</id><published>2008-07-01T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T03:50:49.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There must be more than this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh breath of God, we wait on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There must be more than this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No wonder. This isn't heaven. The world requires that we work. I'd like heaven. That's where time is used usefully. Time is used to worship and fellowship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so I pushed the gear into forward. Slowly we inched ahead into the darkness. As we covered ground little by little, so we saw the portion of track that we conqured. Looking ahead, hardly anything was visible, we relied on our momentum to keep us going. Looking back, we understood. Yet, nothing could really prepare us for what was to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7478093323967582118?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7478093323967582118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7478093323967582118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7478093323967582118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7478093323967582118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-must-be-more-than-this-oh-breath.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-7055567654048452281.post-1007961617731309572</id><published>2008-06-30T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T04:40:49.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back again! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant surprise this morn, stay in only starts next week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah shucks this wed no cell group.. I thought maybe can attend one more time before stayin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECP airforce run this wed.. hope everyone runs faster so i can go visit choir!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-1007961617731309572?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/1007961617731309572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=1007961617731309572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1007961617731309572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1007961617731309572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back-again-hahaha-pleasant-surprise.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-7055567654048452281.post-2940656923001426065</id><published>2008-06-29T04:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T05:04:22.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here we go again..&lt;br /&gt;My bags are packed i'm ready to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays at the airbase.&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are once again eagerly anticipated. Hopefully the food gets better, and the beds are softer. And the showers are nicer, and the instructors kinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be all right. If I don't miss you too badly that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really hope to be able to go send the choir off this sunday. It's coming to 2 months since I last saw them. Suddenly I see the photos of us in Pattaya and i'm reminded of all the nice things we did together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Neither have i met up with my class in a while, missed the last outing for a family dinner. Weekends are a scarce resource now and i can't have the best of both worlds.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too little time in church too. Gone are the days when everyone could go out and chill together. Now it's only one to one "dates" haha. Perhaps more heart-to-heart sharing is possible this way. But i really wanna go for a youth outing like old times again. Maybe once everyone is out of school and more independent.. not yet in uni or not so busy.. we could go somewhere and have fun.. maybe this maybe that. Nothing's certain. Ah well, isn't life more exciting like that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Funny thing growing up is. You really keep your close friends closer. I just wish i could be closer to some. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-2940656923001426065?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2940656923001426065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2940656923001426065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2940656923001426065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2940656923001426065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-we-go-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-7055567654048452281.post-1584313242245039879</id><published>2008-06-22T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:33:11.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New unti tmr!&lt;br /&gt;God says. Do everything without complains and gribing. Be the light that shines in this perversed world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. How apt. I mean.. everyone knows what kind of environment i'm gonna be stuck in for the next period of my life.. vulgarities galore, politics.. yet i'm thankful God's gonna be there with me. Reminding me to put on the whole armour of God. loins of truth, breastplate of righteousness, helmet of salvation, shield of faith, sword of truth. Best armour any army can ever have i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what tmr brings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-1584313242245039879?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/1584313242245039879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=1584313242245039879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1584313242245039879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1584313242245039879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-unti-tmr-god-says.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-7055567654048452281.post-2969631908632220252</id><published>2008-06-21T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T02:13:40.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all.. THANK YOU GOD for posting me to Paya Lebar Airbase. Haha. It's so freaking near my house i can actually see both the airforce school as well as my house on the e-map..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good break after BMT..&lt;br /&gt;Retreat, then 1 whole week catching up with friends. Movies after movies, youth leaders' meeting, badminton!! Wohoo. A week well spent I would say. Although i definetely wish i had more time to catch up with everyone else! Bear and Orange, next week k! I still owe dad a belated father's day meal.. heh heh. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for a chance to draw myself away from all the distractions of the world to spend time with Him alone at the beach.. it's really good to do this once in a while i think.. get your thoughts sorted out, and suddenly i can put things that seemed so important aside, in faith, trusting that God will take care of them in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty excited about reporting to my new unit on monday.. then again.. I wanna spend more time chilling with friends! This is one of the most trying periods of growing up man.. eveyone's busy, some in the mids of transiting into adulthood, others still caught up in the notion of schooling and exams and CCAs and other commitments. I want a holiday together. Youth retreat! end of the year.. hmm.. chalets.. how will the turn out be? questions.. doubts.. but we gotta try anyways!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-2969631908632220252?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2969631908632220252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2969631908632220252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2969631908632220252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2969631908632220252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-of-all.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-7055567654048452281.post-7670391394741191130</id><published>2008-06-17T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:08:16.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFzABpur3CI/AAAAAAAAAks/IeTQxZ3tGgI/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retreat 08&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A' Famosa Resort, Malacca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad drove up for the first time in years.. stopped by durian heaven upon uncle Kim Chye's reccomendation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212862634341579858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFfO8m7WPFI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ABlZmplvpK8/s320/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smile for the camera Johann!! Haha! He really did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212868324511016626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFfUH0ddZrI/AAAAAAAAAjE/3B20scz1-6o/s320/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day reccee of the 500+ hectre land area resort on bicycles with eugene was tiring.. had a hard time finding our way back to the rental shop cos we cut across the golf course to get out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pony we never rode, just stopping by to say Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212863917449443042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFfQHS4GduI/AAAAAAAAAi4/wkIjYnYEgWU/s320/DSC00781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The NLBC paintball team 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212870427743289586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFfWCPnHAPI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6WzgH4Cl1lY/s320/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paintball team 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214239061859598690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFyyzPAbgWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/l_iS0oEMD1M/s320/DSC00843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFyvLrGJXPI/AAAAAAAAAjk/v7ujRL7ygz4/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214235083670117618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFyvLrGJXPI/AAAAAAAAAjk/v7ujRL7ygz4/s320/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFyt0QAgx7I/AAAAAAAAAjc/_ILlZ3CnOZY/s1600-h/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214233581750110130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFyt0QAgx7I/AAAAAAAAAjc/_ILlZ3CnOZY/s320/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archery.. Eugene Hoong won a platypus/bear/duck scrub thingy.. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFfVTrOjf1I/AAAAAAAAAjM/rFvEfPO8uUU/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212869627702640466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFfVTrOjf1I/AAAAAAAAAjM/rFvEfPO8uUU/s320/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chilling out in the ballroom after the day ended and the night began.. polar bear, the bone snatching game.. stealing Abel's slippers.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214236202946567986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFywM0ucnzI/AAAAAAAAAjs/M_AWNF0htmo/s320/DSC00962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214237162669192226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFyxEr-JtCI/AAAAAAAAAj0/y1r2Z6Pw2QY/s320/DSC00963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214238022415548178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFyx2uxp_xI/AAAAAAAAAj8/SI-dpxBR3Vc/s320/DSC00969.JPG" border="0" /&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;p&gt;Tour of Malacca town.. Makota, chicken rice balls, jonker street.. cheap billabong belts, electric shock pens.. ice lollies.. accessories.. mini mahjong set! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214240305644615362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFyz7od4tsI/AAAAAAAAAkM/km_242orV5M/s320/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214241456073959394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFy0-mJnZ-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/U-rBwkljn0Q/s320/DSC00994.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214244862963012850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFy4E5zQ1PI/AAAAAAAAAkc/xlgcY9jd2e4/s320/DSC01001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214250620454824002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFy9UCIR6EI/AAAAAAAAAkk/eYIyYzxtHv4/s320/DSC00999.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214254949587707762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SFzBQBZ_Z3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/LBPeEsbkczA/s320/DSC01004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7670391394741191130?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7670391394741191130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7670391394741191130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7670391394741191130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7670391394741191130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/retreat-08-famosa-resort-malacca.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/SFfO8m7WPFI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ABlZmplvpK8/s72-c/DSC00770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-5758280471421716738</id><published>2008-06-15T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:38:39.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the 7 weeks were over in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's undeniable that i've changed. I'm more concerned about how i've changed inside though. Somehow or rather I feel i haven't exactly become a better person. Perhaps stronger, more resillient and daring to stand up for myself, but sometimes, in doing so, i forget the one whom i have been called to represent. And i let the words slip, the mind run wild and i lose control. I ask myself, have i been a testimony to my bunk-mates. Perhaps. Then again, the things i've done in there to survive.. 8 weeks ago i would have looked down upon my future self and frowned. Integrity is all about what you'd do when nobody's watching isn't it? Something I certainly haven't been practising at all. It's tiring when the attitudes and characters around you fuel the wrong masculine instincts in you. Taught to be aggressive, forced to make a stand for yourself.. tempted everyday to look down upon the unfortunate and smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to come back to God.. need to re-learn how to be a nice person. Suddenly i feel my EQ went down a few points. Somehow the retreat wasn't as fun as i anticipated. Honestly, I felt unmotivated to have fun.. is there even such a feeling? how to ironies of life grip you so tenaciously sometimes. And yet.. I think i can be rather hard to read. At moments i feel like i can't do without certain people, yet sometimes i just wanna be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. Something's wrong, something's missing.&lt;br /&gt;A day at the beach with God would probably do me some good. That's what pastor said too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-5758280471421716738?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5758280471421716738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=5758280471421716738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5758280471421716738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5758280471421716738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-7-weeks-were-over-in-flash.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-7055567654048452281.post-8535900605416304962</id><published>2008-05-18T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:08:17.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baptism cum Family day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBFmKbwqQI/AAAAAAAAAic/dT1Ph4nITvU/s1600-h/17052008(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201734091551058178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBFmKbwqQI/AAAAAAAAAic/dT1Ph4nITvU/s320/17052008(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBFAabwqPI/AAAAAAAAAiU/QY_AwdXrxmQ/s1600-h/17052008(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201733443010996466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBFAabwqPI/AAAAAAAAAiU/QY_AwdXrxmQ/s320/17052008(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBEz6bwqOI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hfonGGugYRc/s1600-h/17052008(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201733228262631650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBEz6bwqOI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hfonGGugYRc/s320/17052008(017).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to all who got baptised! Welcome to the family.. dun haf their pics yet though.. how ironic.. hahahaha. oh wells. Family day was fun! A sunday afternoon well spent.. next time we shall stay overnight! soon soon! How i wish there were more days in the weekend. People come and tell me that i don't seem like i'm in the army at all (cos they still see me every week) But they don't know, how it feels to be cut off from the rest of the world for 5 days at a time.. Every moment spent with friends and family during the weekends is so precious! Ah wells. That's something only army guys can fully empathise with i suppose? No matter no matter. It'll all be over soon.. 3 weeks down, 3 more to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gambatte ne! がんばって&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7055567654048452281-8535900605416304962?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8535900605416304962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=8535900605416304962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8535900605416304962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8535900605416304962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/baptism-cum-family-day-congrats-to-all.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/SDBFmKbwqQI/AAAAAAAAAic/dT1Ph4nITvU/s72-c/17052008(015).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-7374534688594970343</id><published>2008-05-18T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:08:18.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Iron Man outing! Haha. It was short but fun. Only I couldn't really talk properly cos i was coughing like mad.. everytime I opened my mouth I was worried that i'd spill my guts out (literally). Hope you guys don't think army changed me to become a hermit. Haha. I'm still me okay! :D :D Darn Tekong cough.. taking it's toil on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Donut and boyboy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBDDqbwqNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Ym8E_L8uxkc/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201731299822315730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBDDqbwqNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Ym8E_L8uxkc/s320/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acting tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBCT6bwqMI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cQqH9YibA1g/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201730479483562178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBCT6bwqMI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cQqH9YibA1g/s320/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBBj6bwqLI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SSw0Yv5WvOM/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201729654849841330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBBj6bwqLI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SSw0Yv5WvOM/s320/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBAxqbwqKI/AAAAAAAAAhs/lGS57VILguY/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201728791561414818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBAxqbwqKI/AAAAAAAAAhs/lGS57VILguY/s320/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBAHqbwqJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/E-JA4rUVPx4/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201728070006909074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDBAHqbwqJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/E-JA4rUVPx4/s320/DSC00606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDA_WKbwqII/AAAAAAAAAhc/bVAeGP4A8_Q/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201727219603384450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SDA_WKbwqII/AAAAAAAAAhc/bVAeGP4A8_Q/s320/DSC00623.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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7374534688594970343?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7374534688594970343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7374534688594970343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7374534688594970343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7374534688594970343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-man-outing-haha.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/SDBDDqbwqNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Ym8E_L8uxkc/s72-c/DSC00601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-9040631100102110849</id><published>2008-05-16T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:08:24.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything's falling into place nice and slowly! And i really thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;Except for a few selfish people who refuse to act for the good of the rest of the team, I'm getting along pretty well with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's according to my IC, the peak period now. So everything's gonna pick up pace. Next week we're gonna sleep under a beautiful canopy of stars with lots of 6 legged creatures for company.. I wonder how it'll be like.. somehow this reminds me of sec 3 camp where we slept in flooded tents.. and bathed in powder, rolled in the mud till we got rashes all over and Mr Maran scolded the external camp instructor.. but we all became much closer after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's most interesting to see how some people go all out to avoid duties and feint illness. We even wrote a song for our champion! It's quite mean though.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is getting boring.. and the bed, dirty.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm getting tougher and darker.. haha. Fair trade? Perhaps.. perhaps..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-9040631100102110849?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/9040631100102110849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=9040631100102110849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/9040631100102110849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/9040631100102110849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/everythings-falling-into-place-nice-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-7055567654048452281.post-229679249558758702</id><published>2008-04-30T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:59:02.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Public holidays never seem so appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home last night and saw my bed, and i thought "hey! i have two pillows????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dumped the laundry at a corner and marvelled at the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to shower and i thought, "oh wow, hot water!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the phone and realised, "unlimited talk time!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed and i thought "AIRCON! and nice quilt!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings are just taken for granted sometimes.. if there's anything i learnt over the past few days, it's how to treasure what you've been blessed with.. This morning Benny ate the Pao i wanted.. (hahaahaa) but it really didn't matter as much, cos there were other types of Pao in the box.. lol! sounds so retarded.. but suddenly trivials things like this don't matter as much. I learnt contentment, that's the word. I'm learning resillience. I practice it 24hrs daily.. even when i go to bed.. cos i'm constantly afraid that i'll unknowlingly do something wrong and pay the consequences. Everything in the world seems wonderful and beautiful all of a sudden. Pray for me pls, that i dun pick up bad habits and that i'll continue to stay firm in my faith. I hardly have time to set aside to pray and read the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blog about what happens in training. It's a chargable offence. sry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-229679249558758702?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/229679249558758702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=229679249558758702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/229679249558758702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/229679249558758702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/public-holidays-never-seem-so-appealing.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-7055567654048452281.post-5968729609372768729</id><published>2008-04-24T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:49:27.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will be here- Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow morning if you wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the sun does not appearI, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If in the dark we lose sight of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold my hand and have no fear'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I, I will be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you feel like being quiet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you need to speak your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the laughter turns to crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the winning, losing and trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll be together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I will be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow morning if you wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the future is unclear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, I will be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As sure as seasons are made for change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our lifetimes are made for years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I, I will be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you can cry on my shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the mirror tells us we're older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will hold you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To watch you grow in beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And tell you all the things you are to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be true to the promise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To you and to the One who gave you to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just as sure as seasons are made for change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our lifetimes are made for years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I, I will be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll be together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice nice song lyrics and, hmm, wish i could say it was directed to someone special, but no. hahahaa. not yet :) Although..... if you'd like me to sing it to you... hahaha. drop me an email! lol! okay, i'm crapping. but this song is seriously nice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-5968729609372768729?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5968729609372768729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=5968729609372768729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5968729609372768729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5968729609372768729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-will-be-here-steven-curtis-chapman.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-7055567654048452281.post-673204859806919936</id><published>2008-04-24T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:08:19.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well the past week was certainly well spent. Catching up with many people before tmr comes. Terra Incognita indeed (unexplored territory). An unlit path full of surprises both benign and malignant lie ahead.. wat am I to expect? Dear Lord walk before me to guide me, beside me for company, and behind me to catch me when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kway Chap and Teochew porridge at outram hawker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. It was a good time catching up, cya around Debo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SBCjKFB0N4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/zYo3ze_J3x0/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192829763901994882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SBCjKFB0N4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/zYo3ze_J3x0/s320/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks MQ for the card, movie, dim-sum, fried mars bars and the company! hahaha. See ya soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192833126861387682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SBCmN1B0N6I/AAAAAAAAAhU/7xWDz0CSZDw/s320/DSC00588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, good bye for now :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-673204859806919936?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/673204859806919936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=673204859806919936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/673204859806919936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/673204859806919936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-past-week-was-certainly-well-spent.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/SBCjKFB0N4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/zYo3ze_J3x0/s72-c/DSC00544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-727876527635224445</id><published>2008-04-23T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:08:22.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok.. they were closing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9o51B0N3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/QeTAfh3PRcQ/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192484238077998962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9o51B0N3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/QeTAfh3PRcQ/s320/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Say cheese everybody!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9od1B0N2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/Ph3okGb4hq0/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192483757041661794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9od1B0N2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/Ph3okGb4hq0/s320/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo house!! they have CHEAP CHEAP japanese food!! Katsudon for $2.90?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9n0lB0N1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/L9qMkhSks3U/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192483048372057938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9n0lB0N1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/L9qMkhSks3U/s320/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah looks so cool!! wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9nWlB0N0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/XQVWctdzGIc/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192482532975982402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9nWlB0N0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/XQVWctdzGIc/s320/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, Fred, Deb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9m61B0NzI/AAAAAAAAAgg/n_3QNWYQGR8/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192482056234612530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9m61B0NzI/AAAAAAAAAgg/n_3QNWYQGR8/s320/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Daniel, from the YaYas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192480866528671506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9l1lB0NxI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1JZaoE_Et4s/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made a wish and.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9mbFB0NyI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7RcywI-F1Tc/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192481510773765922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9mbFB0NyI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7RcywI-F1Tc/s320/DSC00517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody yea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9lVlB0NwI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-bDyCN-JnpM/s1600-h/n1074699100_30061896_6406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192480316772857602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9lVlB0NwI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-bDyCN-JnpM/s320/n1074699100_30061896_6406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placing our orders..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9lNVB0NvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HQ9CPneQk08/s1600-h/n1074699100_30061881_2107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192480175038936818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9lNVB0NvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HQ9CPneQk08/s320/n1074699100_30061881_2107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo man! Alison doesn't like posing for camera.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9lHlB0NuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/KU3X1d1teX8/s1600-h/n1074699100_30061901_7867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192480076254688994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9lHlB0NuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/KU3X1d1teX8/s320/n1074699100_30061901_7867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a word.. AWWWW :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9lC1B0NtI/AAAAAAAAAfw/fIr8iWDKu0I/s1600-h/n1074699100_30061903_2975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192479994650310354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9lC1B0NtI/AAAAAAAAAfw/fIr8iWDKu0I/s320/n1074699100_30061903_2975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my hiding place; you presevere me from trouble; you suround me with songs of deliverance. Psalms 32:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rejoice always; pray without ceasing; in everything give thanks. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9kplB0NsI/AAAAAAAAAfo/r7YiAXojSH8/s1600-h/DSC00531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192479560858613442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9kplB0NsI/AAAAAAAAAfo/r7YiAXojSH8/s320/DSC00531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb and Ariel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9kPlB0NrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/etEyA8bhsbM/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192479114182014642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9kPlB0NrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/etEyA8bhsbM/s320/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My farewell present, sposed to sustain me through all the book-ins to camp.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! endorphins galore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192477671073003154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9i7lB0NpI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/uRvLvskg-l4/s320/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW! Lychee Martini, Chendol, Cherry brandy, Mango wasabi, Hazelnut, Cookie monster etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9jj1B0NqI/AAAAAAAAAfY/KRSijGjPi2Q/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192478362562737826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9jj1B0NqI/AAAAAAAAAfY/KRSijGjPi2Q/s320/DSC00521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaaahhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9ialB0NoI/AAAAAAAAAfI/FhGMFn0yYaY/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192477104137320066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9ialB0NoI/AAAAAAAAAfI/FhGMFn0yYaY/s320/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome everybody, to THE DAILY SCOOP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9hxlB0NnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/cuCQLr3hha8/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192476399762683506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9hxlB0NnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/cuCQLr3hha8/s320/DSC00539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er. We're closed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9hVVB0NmI/AAAAAAAAAe4/iPb450atJk4/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192475914431379042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA9hVVB0NmI/AAAAAAAAAe4/iPb450atJk4/s320/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i'm really gonna miss weekly cell group meetings. Taking that train all the way down to clementi, bumping into Yen Yu on my way there as in makes his way home from work. I'm gonna miss eating at that hawker, drinking my sugar cane jia ling mong. haha. And i haven't tried all the food there yet!!! Den after that, scamper into the car so that the chorus of birds dun rain down on you (they haven't done so yet..) singing songs in a capella or sometimes with the guitar, and watching Pastor Lance preach thru the tv. Drinking ribena in Aunty Joyce's comfortable sitting room. Eating kangeroo jerky, grapes, bah kwa... lol. Sharing! the most important thing and the thing i'm probably gonna miss the most.. having that wonderful platfrom of sharing and prayer. Updating each other on our lives. Praying for one another. rarrr. Cell groups are important. Oh and then daniel will drive Deb, Kelly and I home.. Thanks Daniel!!!! :) Oh well. I'll be back soon. I hope. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-727876527635224445?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/727876527635224445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=727876527635224445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/727876527635224445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/727876527635224445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok.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/SA9o51B0N3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/QeTAfh3PRcQ/s72-c/DSC00540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-6308694094931706024</id><published>2008-04-22T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:08:23.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks everybodae!!! for treating me to NYDC! Thanks Carol, Eugene, Sean, Johann, Benny, Elaine, Juliana for being there to "celebrate" my departure! hahahaa. Nicely put yohann! :D Don't the notes look so cool standing like that! Benny, I am not 95kg. Johann.. well thanks for the song... HAHAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An innovative farewell note idea by Carolyn.. haha! Thank you! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192095655206860178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA4HfVB0NZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/5Eq7mRgg698/s320/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUDPIES!! (either the irish cream or the jedi mudster)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA4PRVB0NkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/nhFm4i4JtBY/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192104210781713986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA4PRVB0NkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/nhFm4i4JtBY/s320/DSC00486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny and his flying fox.. where's the hamster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192104970990925394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA4P9lB0NlI/AAAAAAAAAew/hn1hj_yI8sU/s320/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza!! 7 of us shared 4! The dynamite is HOT HOT HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192096853502735794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA4IlFB0NbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Qx17TkF5UV8/s320/DSC00474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Smile Sean!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192101754060420626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA4NCVB0NhI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TZCv4YNmWmA/s320/DSC00467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Acting cute.. well, trying.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA4OyFB0NjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/gRI7ySKAIAg/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192100353901082098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA4Lw1B0NfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YQQNY79dGg4/s320/DSC00480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192102428370286114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA4NplB0NiI/AAAAAAAAAeY/llVLFs4-0VU/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot everybody! Hope to see ya all soon!!!! The sooner the better :D&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-6308694094931706024?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6308694094931706024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=6308694094931706024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6308694094931706024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6308694094931706024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/thanks-everybodae-for-treating-me-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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SA4HfVB0NZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/5Eq7mRgg698/s72-c/DSC00482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-682151832848714268</id><published>2008-04-21T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:08:25.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Cycling at ECP and a few other random shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAy01qi3MSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/-zrxB508aZM/s1600-h/DSC01330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191723304497918242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAy01qi3MSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/-zrxB508aZM/s320/DSC01330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191724472729022770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAy15qi3MTI/AAAAAAAAAc8/exzcSuV9ZiE/s320/DSC01329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191725142743920962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAy2gqi3MUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/NSHGnWjf1lw/s320/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAy0BKi3MRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7xZFbz-UH_8/s1600-h/DSC01371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191722402554786066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAy0BKi3MRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7xZFbz-UH_8/s320/DSC01371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAyzZai3MQI/AAAAAAAAAck/Vfgs74VniM8/s1600-h/DSC01368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191721719654985986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAyzZai3MQI/AAAAAAAAAck/Vfgs74VniM8/s320/DSC01368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAyys6i3MPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gZ9EQYZlMdE/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191720955150807282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAyys6i3MPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gZ9EQYZlMdE/s320/DSC01396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAyyGqi3MOI/AAAAAAAAAcU/4n8-Z9lrch8/s1600-h/DSC01358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191720298020810978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAyyGqi3MOI/AAAAAAAAAcU/4n8-Z9lrch8/s320/DSC01358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what i'd do to turn back time and live those few precious moments again. I look into your eyes, i hear your sighs and i catch a glimpse of your soul.  All is not well. Please tell me what to do, to help make it all go away? I'll love you anyway.&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-682151832848714268?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/682151832848714268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=682151832848714268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/682151832848714268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/682151832848714268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/cycling-at-ecp-and-few-other-random.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/SAy01qi3MSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/-zrxB508aZM/s72-c/DSC01330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-8012706539765196454</id><published>2008-04-20T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:08:27.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photos as promised.. there will be even more to come soon. Suddenly every minutes seems so precious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Benny and me at Orchard MRT, Eugene said we were childish..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAwoJKi3MMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/7Fy68Gkkg-o/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191568608365850818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAwoJKi3MMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/7Fy68Gkkg-o/s320/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Where did the birthday boy, Daniel go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAwnr6i3MLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lqJlLXDCqck/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191568105854677170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAwnr6i3MLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lqJlLXDCqck/s320/DSC00384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There.. busy taking photos!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191565902536454274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAwlrqi3MII/AAAAAAAAAbk/9WzyrLzsI7s/s320/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango Pudding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAwnD6i3MKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/3V-V3mnJfpk/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191567418659909794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAwnD6i3MKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/3V-V3mnJfpk/s320/DSC00411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mango pudding... (Ben and Fred art! :D)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191569548963688658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAwo_6i3MNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/-xYBjJBsmuc/s320/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Static!! zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAwmdai3MJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/rZknlpHuwKg/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191566757234946194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAwmdai3MJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/rZknlpHuwKg/s320/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; oooh look! A camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAwlS6i3MHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0xJplrG8euA/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191565477334691954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAwlS6i3MHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0xJplrG8euA/s320/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Daniel's really tall.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAwkyKi3MGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/WM_9Bk4yu2o/s1600-h/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191564914693976162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAwkyKi3MGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/WM_9Bk4yu2o/s320/DSC00420.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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-8012706539765196454?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8012706539765196454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=8012706539765196454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8012706539765196454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8012706539765196454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/photos-as-promised.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/SAwoJKi3MMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/7Fy68Gkkg-o/s72-c/DSC00377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-1128928390163271839</id><published>2008-04-19T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:08:27.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ran app5km this morn with Josiah and notso Dua Bao. I didn't stop! YAY! :D I sound so pathetic. Hahaha! But at least i'm getting better. :p Oh then a silly and regrettable thing happened in the showers. I placed my pouch with shampoo and cologne bottle inside, on top of the shelf. It fell off while i wasn't looking and the whole glass bottle smashed to pieces. Ah what a waste.. but i took a while to enjoy that few minutes of fragrance. hahaaa. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunched with the choir peeps after that. Chatted with the chorale seniors, my peers who came back.. nice to see them again. :) All the guys are baldies.. hahaha. My turn soon. Yes yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apr 25th - enlist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apr 27th - essay and psychiometric test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 1st- May Day public holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 9th - NUS interview&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like my first few weeks of BMT are gonna be extremely slack huh. Thank You Lord! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY DANIEL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190984767691501634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAoVJKi3MEI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-d5YNEMTUks/s320/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190986374009270354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAoWmqi3MFI/AAAAAAAAAbM/A88ezzEtrWU/s320/DSC00428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll upload the rest soon.. blogger is encountering technical difficulties. crap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-1128928390163271839?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/1128928390163271839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=1128928390163271839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1128928390163271839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1128928390163271839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/ran-app5km-this-morn-with-josiah-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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAoVJKi3MEI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-d5YNEMTUks/s72-c/DSC00402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-6341170159876714232</id><published>2008-04-18T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:08:28.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAjPRo8EbAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DFCpnm3W0YQ/s1600-h/DSC00359.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Musicfest was good! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty entertaining, especially the MTVs. This year's booklet also much nicer.. The opening item by VJC Dance ensemble was nice, i liked their choreo.. their formations and stuff.. worth mentioning. Vocal solos were not fantastic, but not too bad either, Xin Min deserved to win, she was the only one enjoying herself at the performance. PBJ engaged the audience more than the others, i guess that's why they managed to out-perform long time favs (G.A.F.C. or did i get the letters jumbled up..) "Two days" was funny! Pity the judges were looking for other things. But "October's loss" deserved to win too! I like their blend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Panda cheong, not hello panda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190622010027568066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAjLN48Ea8I/AAAAAAAAAac/dISxSWTbfZk/s320/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mongz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAjOTo8Ea_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/YPb6alK4TXk/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190625407346699250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAjOTo8Ea_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/YPb6alK4TXk/s320/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Congrats NONOBEAR!!! You guys totally owned that stage! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190622731582073810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAjL348Ea9I/AAAAAAAAAak/G-BGM0lseCs/s320/DSC00358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR MORTAL! hahaha! sry, i could only wish u Happy Birthday this year.. :P Hope you've had a wonderful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190626472498588674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAjPRo8EbAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DFCpnm3W0YQ/s320/DSC00359.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Aha! My juniors, Dianne and Audrey!! Audrey says i have helmet hair.. rarrr! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAjMpY8Ea-I/AAAAAAAAAas/esBYBrAR9Jw/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190623581985598434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/SAjMpY8Ea-I/AAAAAAAAAas/esBYBrAR9Jw/s320/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musicfest Musicfest Musicfest. I wanna go again next year and the next!! Afterall, when else do u get to hear your principal sing?! And literally groove off beat.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh it was good wearing that uniform again! :D&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/7055567654048452281-6341170159876714232?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6341170159876714232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=6341170159876714232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6341170159876714232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6341170159876714232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/musicfest-was-good-pretty-entertaining.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/SAjLN48Ea8I/AAAAAAAAAac/dISxSWTbfZk/s72-c/DSC00344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-629817344317356545</id><published>2008-04-16T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:26:14.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I discovered some not so good news last evening..&lt;br /&gt;After May day break from camp, there'll be a 16 day confinement!? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm! Haha. Sians.. army's coming soon. I'm gonna miss the weekday hang outs with so many people! I hope I don't get too emo. hehe. Everything to the Lord in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Dua Bao yesterday to visit VJ. My goodness, he's some kind of dynamo now! So much energy and stamina. We went running at ECP in the morning and he didn't stop at all, he just kept going. We did 5.2km first, (He did 6.4) rested, then another 2.4km. Ah, my stamina now sux. Need to get in shape man. Must at least complete 5km without stopping!! Shucks. I used to be able to. The good old school days. Haha. Oh after that, Dua Bao went for another 3.3km. The things army does to you.. can't call him Dua Bao anymore man. Shall call him not so dua bao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great catching up with everyone.. k not everyone. Going cycling with them again later. Hope the weather stays this way! It's quite pitiful seeing the year2s getting so drained by the routine of school. Haha. Makes me wonder if i was like that last year. Forced to conform to a pattern of life i did not choose.. sheesh, that sounds bad. Gambatte ppl! It'll be over soon! Enjoy whatever there is to enjoy yea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Samantha and Yen Yu separately on the way for cell group yesterday! I didn't know he was working at that area! I pass by every week!!! lol. Too bad we only met now, won't be attending cell for a while liao. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh badminton the other day was fun, albiet we could only play for a while before they turned off the lights! haha! Got trashed by the adults, but Kathy won! That last back-hand drop shot was beautiful. lol. Uncle SK cannot keep up liao. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh.. that's all for now. i think.. byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-629817344317356545?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/629817344317356545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=629817344317356545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/629817344317356545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/629817344317356545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-discovered-some-not-so-good-news-last.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-7055567654048452281.post-6798378043014777013</id><published>2008-04-10T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:59:12.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Planetshakers concert was great! Somehow i preferred Tim Hughes though.. maybe it's the familiar songs so at least I could sing along. (hey it rhymes) Anyways, i wonder how many of us can truely say that "we're living all for you!!!!!" *boom boom boom* "One way..." It's a tough thing to do. Sometimes i really wanna take my future into my own hands.. I needa learn to trust God alot more man. I want to be reminded about 3-4 years ago, when i can really say 'God was my portion and deliverer, strong tower...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army's coming up, not exactly the best time to start afresh.. but we shall see :) And I shall pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, anyone knows when to use "and" / "or" for math inequalities questions? hahaha! :p&lt;br /&gt;(pls tag)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-6798378043014777013?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6798378043014777013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=6798378043014777013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6798378043014777013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6798378043014777013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-planetshakers-concert-was-great.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-7055567654048452281.post-8126133758826670266</id><published>2008-04-07T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:04:22.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made an extremely delightful discovery last evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st of May is Labour Day ie Public Holiday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ie. I don't have 2 week confinement for BMT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful is that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Will I ever do my own laundry then? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was telling me how last time he'd book out, sleep, wake up to a wonderful feast, then sleep and soon book back in.. Heh. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea..that's all for now.. i think o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-8126133758826670266?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8126133758826670266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=8126133758826670266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8126133758826670266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8126133758826670266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-made-extremely-delightful-discovery.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-7055567654048452281.post-8961541247627598415</id><published>2008-04-05T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T07:53:27.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Visited choir again todae. Then lydia, josiah, danny and gabriel appeared too. Haha. The choir sounds good and their choreo is so funny! Pity i can't watch them at their peak. Nice to see so many familiar faces again! Maybe i'll go back one last time before NS consumes me whole. I miss all those wonderful people. It was great being able to catch up with RR, XY, Mongxz and XJ! Too bad the rest had to stay back for prac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth team is leading worship tmr. Pretty daunting.. scary.. well.. one shot at it before NS comes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's drawing nearer....&lt;br /&gt;Time for last words..... o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-8961541247627598415?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8961541247627598415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=8961541247627598415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8961541247627598415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8961541247627598415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay-visited-choir-again-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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-4457692992691904613</id><published>2008-04-03T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:16:49.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;Was my time in VJ spent for the sole purpose of obtaining that slip of paper.. my passport to places in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea it probably is one of the most important reasons. But for it to be the only reason would be quite sad.. 2 years is indeed rather short. Perhaps I would have done better off being born a year later and then i could try for IP. But then again.. would it make any difference? Perhaps i'm just not cut out to be a very good friend.. So they say.. 1 or 2 good friends is a blessing. Anything more than that is a gem. Do i dare to call myself anyone's good friend? hmm. Not when i don't even know what the other person is going through.. no way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that wouldn't be fair to some people. Thanks Eugene for sharing so much with me these 4 months.. I hope that after I enlist we'll still be able to hang out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Shihui for taking time off to go out with me even though I know schoolwork is hell.. haha. Play first huh.. yea,  I'm really grateful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I was in paradise sometimes,with all the time in the world..  T fellowship with others. Worldly circumstances are horribly restricting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waiting, still searching, still discovering..&lt;br /&gt;まだ待っている、まだ探るような、まだ発見している&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-4457692992691904613?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4457692992691904613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=4457692992691904613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/4457692992691904613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/4457692992691904613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-i-wonder.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-7055567654048452281.post-6565409577693004024</id><published>2008-04-02T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T04:58:51.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an interesting day! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Met Liying on the bus to parkway and then she became my girlfriend for 10minutes.. lol! wth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. other than that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well expo is a nice place to study.. quite nice la.. only coffee bean music a little loud..&lt;br /&gt;OH! And because they didn't allow consumption of outside food within their area for fear of having their liscence revoked.. sis and i had to move our chairs and table (which blonged to coffee bean btw) a few INCHES out of the coffee bean area to eat.. afterwhich we moved them back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about loopholes! whooo! the coffee bean staff there rox! she was the one who told us to do it.. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with tiramisu yest for lunch and had a fun time testing pens at prints.. hahaha.. silliness.. ohoh! I learnt a new lame joke today!! And i read it off, can you believe it, a bubble tea cover.. here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小明考试，考到99分，小花比小明考得好一点。 小花考到及分呢？&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;9.9 分&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-" hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-6565409577693004024?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6565409577693004024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=6565409577693004024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6565409577693004024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6565409577693004024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-interesting-day-haha.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-7055567654048452281.post-7102182612430245162</id><published>2008-04-01T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:00:46.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored..&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can't blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too darn funny, I want to blog it down..&lt;br /&gt;But patience is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7102182612430245162?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7102182612430245162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7102182612430245162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7102182612430245162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7102182612430245162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-bored.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-7055567654048452281.post-7871996843085531846</id><published>2008-03-26T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:12:45.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really wanna go for church retreat!&lt;br /&gt;Actually i just wanna go on a holiday with friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my travel diary, I'm so glad i went ahead and bought it even though it was pricey.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad i had the discipline to record down each of my travels. It's wonderful being able to remember in details what happened during each and everyone of those trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad i gotta go serve the nation huh.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when we'll have the next trip with everyone being able to make it..&lt;br /&gt;Probably will be with YAYA and not the Youths anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come to a certain time of our lives where we're just too busy with school and other commitments i guess. But it can't be helped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were once young.. and carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, in the context of church, where we would follow our folks for church retreats, and then the kids would plan our own activities. We would simply decide the time to meet at the lobby after resting a while in our rooms, either to go for a swim or head down to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda different now.. We have responsibilities and duties to perform. We're usually incharge of something, be it games, or singspiration, or what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, we've grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, still in the context of church, when the grown-ups would challenge us to commit our lives to living for God's glory. And we were amazed by the stories they told. I remember being thrilled about going for a day trip to sentosa, ending the day with stay-overs and more story telling. I remember the grown-ups driving out from camp, to get our lunch, and how we would wait expectantly, anticipating what surprises they would come back with (although it was usually chicken rice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, we've all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;We're challenging the younger ones to live their lives for God.&lt;br /&gt;We're driving.&lt;br /&gt;We're buying lunch.. which reminds me, i still owe Deb for the chicken rice. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember too, when dad would take me and ben, fishing at pasir ris. I keep asking when we'll go again.. but i doubt he really knows how much i want it. Mum and Dad work hard. They have to sleep and wake up early.. really early. It has come down to this, that even for our anual family holiday, Ben wasn't with us the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it has come upon me sooner than anticipated.. i'm not a kid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, i'm not an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck somewhere in the middle, where sometimes i wanna be a kid, and sometimes i demand the freedom of adulthood, so much so that people don't know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this feeling? Sheesh, I wish I could write a song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7871996843085531846?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7871996843085531846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7871996843085531846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7871996843085531846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7871996843085531846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-really-wanna-go-for-church-retreat.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-7055567654048452281.post-8512688540917134038</id><published>2008-03-24T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:45:12.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spending a day at home can be rather boring! I decided to download goundbound again, but alas, it doesn't seem to work.. perhaps i don't belong to the gaming world afterall.. dota also failed me.&lt;br /&gt;I went grocery shopping with my parents today! Dad said i was stocking up for war! That's a lil exaggerated, i only bought can food, suasages, eggs, instant noodles.. the essentials! Afterall, i can't cook.. what a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i came home and invaded Ben's room, and set up monopoly there. As in the boardgame.. (for those people studying econs and forgot how to think simple) He was supposed to be studying for his geog test tomorrow but.. :p Totally owned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed people walking unsheltered in the rain today while driving to parkway..&lt;br /&gt;I imgained what it would be like to hand them an umbrella, or give them a ride. Is it a common thing? To imagine doing a kind deed rather than actually doing it? To know we have the capacity to do good but not actually do it? Are we sometimes so paralysed by shy-ness or a fear of rejection and embarassement that we dare not stretch out a helping hand. We live in a society that is selfish and blind; a world of people too caught up in pursuing  their own passions, too busy to spare a thought for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't that when a kind deeds becomes kinder, and a smile, warmer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make someone's day won't you? Stop for a moment and ask, "How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Smile for a while and you'll be surprised how it can lift the atmosphere, but more importantly, how joyful the rest of your day will be. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-8512688540917134038?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8512688540917134038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=8512688540917134038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8512688540917134038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8512688540917134038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/03/spending-day-at-home-can-be-rather.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-7055567654048452281.post-46839156159641216</id><published>2008-03-16T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:07:50.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nose.. flowing like the Neil.&lt;br /&gt;Throat dried like the Sahara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! this is not gonna get me down! Rarrr!&lt;br /&gt;Shit.. i wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study にほんご！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anycase, dinner over at lix's yesterday with the funnest gang was enjoyable, abeit emotional for some.. maybe I don't know exactly wat's going on now.. but what i know is, so long as there's love and the desire to be together, that's all that matters. Enjoy the moments when you are forced to be together, so that when you don't have to, you'll want to. If crying over the prospect of separation isn't a true manifestation of genuine friendship, I don't know what else is. Enough said. I love you guys! Hope to see ya again soon! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-46839156159641216?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/46839156159641216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=46839156159641216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/46839156159641216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/46839156159641216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/03/nose.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-7055567654048452281.post-2345287036634800600</id><published>2008-03-15T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T06:04:25.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah very messed up.&lt;br /&gt;Medicine, psychology or environmental biology?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. I dunno wat i wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;Spoilt for choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS open house wasn't very good.. too many talks back to back.. no breaks..&lt;br /&gt;Students managing the booths also blur blur. ah, but i got an orange balloon. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave it to a little girl at vivo later.. her dad came and asked me where i got it.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to crash choir camp that day. They sound good now. Especially the basses! Amazing. Too bad i'll probably miss this year's SOV. :( :( And i miss all you wonderful people too! Wish i could have stayed over night then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn ryuworks neh neh guy is taking really long to pay me.. and i think he just blocked me on msn.. I am never working for him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thur's music prac was a waste of time. The only musicians there was Eugene Chua on piano, Jerome who adamantly calls me Benny, Uncle tang, mum and i. I mean, what for have a music prac when less than one-third of the team is there?? And some ppl think they damn zai... selfish shixz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-2345287036634800600?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2345287036634800600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2345287036634800600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2345287036634800600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2345287036634800600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/03/ah-very-messed-up.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-7055567654048452281.post-4729352370355386938</id><published>2008-03-08T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T08:44:50.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really wonder what I have done to deserve such blessings from God!!!&lt;br /&gt;Really happy with my results!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was having dinner at the longhouse coffee shop with my family again, and i suddenly remembered how i argued with my parents there about not understanding how hard it is to get good grades for VJ's exams. And about the new syllabus being extremely vague and impossible to predict. And about fretting over getting tuition which i never got in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember making a pact with Daniel to go to Pattaya with the choir, come back and get straight As to spite those who didn't go.. and also an old blog post about going all out to achieve good grades despite people bitching about how much you study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in all that, i never actually thought it was possible to get a single A.. a dream far away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK GOD REALLY :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm so flustered about which uni to apply to.. but thank God i actually have the chance to fret. :D It still hasn't sunk in yet.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have been getting As their whole lives.. so to them it's not as exciting or not as unbelievable i guess? But for me, i never got 1 before. :D k i'm jsut repeating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-4729352370355386938?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4729352370355386938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=4729352370355386938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/4729352370355386938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/4729352370355386938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-really-wonder-what-i-have-done-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-7055567654048452281.post-7189598800832365066</id><published>2008-03-06T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:02:41.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took out my dusty diary and wrote in it after months of not touching it. Well when you pick up a diary, your own of course, you read it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise i've been extremely childish in the past.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;And i realise i can write pretty passionately :p scares me somehow.. when now i'm not so passionate about those things anymore.. am i making sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i shdn't continue blogging about this.. afterall, I wouldn't keep a diary if it's contents were bloggable.. o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7189598800832365066?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7189598800832365066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7189598800832365066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7189598800832365066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7189598800832365066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/03/took-out-my-dusty-diary-and-wrote-in-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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-1282561329237594801</id><published>2008-03-06T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:29:45.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-1282561329237594801?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/1282561329237594801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=1282561329237594801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1282561329237594801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/1282561329237594801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-word.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-7055567654048452281.post-4067729604928460715</id><published>2008-03-04T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:46:18.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Veggies are delicious. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon i shall bug mum to teach me a few dishes.. so i can finally proceed on to cooking food for myself instead of salads and sandwiches all the time! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need career advice!&lt;br /&gt;Results are coming out soon and i'm at a lost as to what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a doctor!&lt;br /&gt;Always liked the idea of helping people, i'd specialise into psychaitry! Or maybe i'll be a paediatrician.. but then, there's the danger of becoming tired of hearing mentally ustable people talk and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a Biologist!&lt;br /&gt;But singapore has so little biodiversity compared to overseas like Auzzie! And i dun think the pay's good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a pilot!!&lt;br /&gt;Has been my childhood dream. It's an interesting life, plus the pay's good! Only downside is there's a opportunity cost of close family ties in the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll direct movies and become famous!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. i have no idea what that entails at all.. but i always admire people who can write and direct a good script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll cook..&lt;br /&gt;or bake.. i'll call my bakery Fred's breads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't&lt;br /&gt;work in finance sector..&lt;br /&gt;business..&lt;br /&gt;engineering..&lt;br /&gt;politics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some one talk to me! o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-4067729604928460715?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4067729604928460715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=4067729604928460715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/4067729604928460715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/4067729604928460715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/03/veggies-are-delicious.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-7055567654048452281.post-5102432510280774391</id><published>2008-03-04T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T02:30:38.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Leap Years is a nice movie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time watching a movie alone. It's quite a nice thing actually.. some me time to think about anything and space out without anyone asking you if you're all right.. haha! Not an extremely interesting story line, but very well written and directed all the same. :) Li Lin is pretty! Added bonus of course.. just like how Hwee and XT wanted Gima Sensei to teach us.. heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all jan batch NS guys.. hang in there man! POP soon! And get well soon Cheng Wei! Hope to see ya in sch this fri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-5102432510280774391?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5102432510280774391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=5102432510280774391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5102432510280774391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5102432510280774391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/03/leap-years-is-nice-movie-d-first-time.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-7055567654048452281.post-8391779843393830231</id><published>2008-03-02T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T07:47:14.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This Fri is Results Day man!&lt;br /&gt;Exciting TTM. After months of waiting.. finally..&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried bout Math and Chem and GP! Is that alot? oh man...&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried i'll foroet to praise God. I'll definetely remember in the evening during prayer and praise though. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Fri went cycling at ECP with eugene, cycled from macs to KPE and back, then to changi safra and back.. is that far? Yea man! But i chose the bike with the more comfortable seat.. so i'm fine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat went to see Dr CK Low for the final review and.... another 6 weeks before i can play badminton man! sians....&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a black moor (goldfish) to add to his collection in the clinic! wonder how it's doing now. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went shopping with Mum. I helped her pick shoes to try! And i actually picked the winning pair! hehe. I'm so proud of myself.. or should I be? Eh but it's quite nice okay!! hehe. Do girlfriends go shopping with their partner?  I dun think so right... hmm. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar class again todae! FUN! :D But ohmygoodness can anything be more embarassing than that which happened during lunch.. SHEESH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-8391779843393830231?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8391779843393830231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=8391779843393830231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8391779843393830231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8391779843393830231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-fri-is-results-day-man-exciting.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-7055567654048452281.post-5857637428900106082</id><published>2008-02-27T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:32:41.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ikea meatballs,  おいしい！！ :D&lt;br /&gt;so much so that we were late for cell.. :p (even though we sprinted like 200m for a bus that we were not sposed to take)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Passed BTT on tues! And i saw the BLACK KNIGHTS coming in for a landing at paya lebar airbase on my way out. Imagine my thrill.. :p i spun round on the spot to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno when i'll go sign up for lessons and Advanced though. I won't dare drive my dad's car anyway.. heh. After that was L Change the world! oooh nice show!! L is super farnie and Maki is cute! But the plot not as complex as the first two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday went queensway with Eugene to shop help him look for a bag which he didn't buy.. there are nice clothes there!!! i wanna go back and buy someday.. when i got money.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today? Well.. todaes a day with the com and the PS2. Ha. I'm such a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH.&lt;br /&gt;彩红之歌 is such a nice show!! Jap drama. Please watch it if ur bored. Then tell me what u think.&lt;br /&gt;たった　ひとつの　恋　is quite nice too.. watching now. okay. bye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-5857637428900106082?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5857637428900106082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=5857637428900106082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5857637428900106082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/5857637428900106082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/02/ikea-meatballs-d-so-much-so-that-we.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-7055567654048452281.post-220608234944308916</id><published>2008-02-20T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:42:33.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Eugene's gotten his liscence already! Congrats boy. Now u gonna have to drive me around town! :D I met Jin Ken at the driving school. He sat down beside me suddenly and gave me quite a shock. But I guess i can count on meeting more old friends there? Met Benny from VJ on my way in too. Took a 'short cut' home across a holey field. Some sacred ground.. yea right. After that met up with Miao Qun just to catch up with each other.. been a really long time since we've talked!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now waiting for Eugene to finish rolling around on his bed, so we can go swim and then study at the airport. Haha. I miss it. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time was with Jolencia at coffee bean, and starbucks too. No we were not testing the coffees.. We used to be quite close.. now... a smiley would sum up how i feel :(&lt;br /&gt;Quite sad.. life in singapore is really that busy? Or does the saying really hold true, that 'girls come and go, but brothers stay brothers for life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.. i'm really scared of making new friends..&lt;br /&gt;I look at my msn contacts.. 3/4 I haven't seen in ages..&lt;br /&gt;1/2 I haven't spoken to not counting casual chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have much to learn about life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-220608234944308916?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/220608234944308916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=220608234944308916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/220608234944308916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/220608234944308916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmm.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-7055567654048452281.post-3401432102194930267</id><published>2008-02-16T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:08:28.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooooh Valentine's Day was sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dated 4 Jap girls all at once! hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, although we did get lost near Farrer Park.. it was fun.. hahaha. Should i elaborate? :p It sounds nice without further elaboration hor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aye but bring those jap kids around town was really quite an eye-opener as well as a good chance to practices whatever japanese i had mastered in 5 week. Communication wasn't very good but they were such a friendly and nice bunch, especially the 2nd day! They gave me japanese candy, snacks, and a nice fan with handwritten notes on it.. so sweet of them. How i wish i could communicate better with them. We took neo-prints!! :D Dunno when was the last time i took. Heh. It's in my wallet now :D Photos shall be up soon. Waiting for the other grp leader, Joel, to send them to me, i really should have brought my own camera along man.. &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;div&gt;Today went to the zoo with shihui!! たのしい！！！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw so many cute animals as well as the not so cute ones.. Haven't been to the zoo in ages man! I think it'd be nice to work there. But i really don't know if i can be as charismatic as those show hosts.. and it takes a really long time to develop relationships with the animals, so being an animal trainer is also gonna be hard. Oooh but it was fun!!! Next stop, Night Safari!! :D:D&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167594402242396690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R7b7utD0ghI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ph-EQ9TGAo0/s320/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-3401432102194930267?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/3401432102194930267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=3401432102194930267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/3401432102194930267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/3401432102194930267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/02/ooooh-valentines-day-was-sweet.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/R7b7utD0ghI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ph-EQ9TGAo0/s72-c/DSC00187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-2175538481365843942</id><published>2008-02-10T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:48:35.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before me materialised a room painted with the colour of neglect. A door stood ajar at the far-end wall casting a single golden beam of radiant light across the floor. Faint beams of light shone through dust-coated windows onto termite infested wooden floor boards. I knew what i was here for, yet, I doubted my resolve with each step forwards I took. Would this still be any much fun? With naught but my shadow for company? Yet before i had made up my mind to go back, my hand grasped the cold metal surface of the door knob. As it turned, a few peices of rust fell out. I watched as they floated gently and silently onto the ground. The last copper coloured particle had finally found it's way to the ground and settled snugly admist it's companions in a bed of dust. I looked up at the sign on the door. "&lt;em&gt;Temporal Lobe" &lt;/em&gt;it read. It open surprisingly quietly as i took a step into the next room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden light blinded my eyes with such ferocity that it took me a while to get aquainted with it's intensity. The next room was circular and majestic. A large dome made of white marble arched high above. I walked into the middle of the room. Mountanious shelves adorned with rows and rows of motion pictures, each one emitting a radiant glow, formed a border along the wall encircling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my time to choose. Walking along the shelves, I imbibed each picture as i pushed the replay buttons, one after another. I began to tear uncontrollably. Undoubtedly, I couldn't take all of them with me. I would miss them indeed. But it was all right, I reasuured myself. Once i left the room, I would not remember them, not one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was done. Ready to leave. I took one last look at the pictures left on the shelves, their light now dimming steadily. "Goodbye" I whispered and walked out the door back into the dusty worn down corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures i took with me shone as brightly as before, lighting the path before me and showing me the way out. A small smile began to form across my countenence as i caught a glimpse of my favourite memory of all, shining ever so reasuuringly out of the darkness. Everything was indeed, going to be all right. Afterall, it wasn't the first time i had been here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-2175538481365843942?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2175538481365843942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=2175538481365843942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2175538481365843942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/2175538481365843942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/02/before-me-materialised-room-painted.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-7055567654048452281.post-6367932039729150594</id><published>2008-02-08T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:08:31.413-08:00</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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164520238132648434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R6wPyzU2WfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/uHJyBQQxeHk/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's my baby-sitter from eons ago.. haha. Her husband used to take me on bus rides, and we'll sit 2nd row from the front on the upper deck (first row will fly out if got accident). We go to their house every CNY. I love the milo. Haha. It's always nice to hear their stories bout pretty much anything. Haha. I call her Aunty-Mama. I got no idea why.. shall ask mum one day.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R67tNdD0gXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jyc3CqHED3I/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165326638035272050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R67tNdD0gXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jyc3CqHED3I/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My two Aunts (Dad's sisters). Standard procedure. See them first call them gu-gu. Den dunno wat else to say.. o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165328106914087298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R67ui9D0gYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/juqSRyMg11I/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My Ah Mah! She speaks Hokkien to Dad, Cantonese to Mum and Chinese to me.. a mixture to Ben.. Haha. She cooks once a week for us.. Dad'll go and bring back food from her house.. She calls the day before, and it's always the same, "Fred ah, Dad in not? ah? nochet come back ah? wait come back ask him call ah mah hor!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165330031059435922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R67wS9D0gZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/IiOm-Wr1Xcw/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gu-po's house for lunch every CNY. Special chicken noodles with her special chilli. I'm getting hungry again man. Each family gets a bottle of her chilli to bring home :D She's my Mum's aunt btw. Go there eat sure break-out into sweat.. then we'll go stand infront of the fan. Usually we'll be playing pop-pop in the corridor outside.. now Joshau and Bryan play their Nitendo DS, Hannah will chase me around the house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165331083326423458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R67xQND0gaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/tIbJ_HNUAOg/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum with the dinosaur that's always there at Gu-po's. Without fail we'll toss it around a few times as we watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165332354636743090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R67yaND0gbI/AAAAAAAAAZk/t6EBNjV6u3w/s320/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; At Po-Po's house. Mum's mum. Hannah was climbing door frames.. i challenged her to touch the top of the door frame, she did, i challenged her to touch the ceiling, she looked at the ceiling, looked back at me.. and then.. well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165334089803530690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R67z_ND0gcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/E5HVSBw_x-U/s320/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mum and Aunty Maggie at the Void deck of Po-Po's house as the Dad's go get the cars..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165335395473588690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R671LND0gdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/icBlypyaVa0/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Er.. haha.. my fingers found my mum's shades and so... well it was a long drive to our next destination. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165336808517829090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R672ddD0geI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/lTnGEKyCtnU/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day, go visit Dad's Aunt and uncle.. Dad said "Look. Same colour!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165337804950241778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R673XdD0gfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/J9EfJP3Aq5M/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Brothers.. Does benny look like me? Anyway, i once called the wrong guy dad when i was really young.. they keep reminding me.. -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165343109234852354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_andsZeU_f-w/R678MND0ggI/AAAAAAAAAaM/mNHgOp-2PLM/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins!! Plus a new addition this year eh Victor? Heh. Welcome Vivian, to the family. And Chrismine is wow so chio now! Haha! Too bad she's my cousin.. I told Dad jokingly that our good looks came from his family and he gave me another ang-pao..&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;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;/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/7055567654048452281-6367932039729150594?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6367932039729150594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=6367932039729150594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6367932039729150594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/6367932039729150594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/02/thats-my-baby-sitter-from-eons-ago.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/R6wPyzU2WfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/uHJyBQQxeHk/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055567654048452281.post-8398571544842910911</id><published>2008-02-03T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:26:01.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;more random stuff (no basics)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever had a neopet?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No, cookie will get jealous &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What your nationalities are you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;this question is grammatically unsound &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many months are there until your birthday?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Which one? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you go on american Idol?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Would i get arrested for disloyalty to the nation? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you tried driving before?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I beat Elaine in Daytona! (means i beat Eugene too :p) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are the color of the walls in your bedroom?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;One has a photo collage, so i guess, "Red and Yellow, Black and White" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who has a crush on you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I wish you did? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;When was the last time you laughed really hard?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;When Eugene smashed the egg and got some in my hair.. -_-" (it was funny :D) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could wear only one color (besides your favorite) what would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ee! so boring! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you live in a 2 story or 1 story?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I live in a house &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you gotten gum stuck in your hair?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no.. got egg though.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What was your first pet's name?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;it didn't have a name. heh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;When was the last time you received straight A's?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;PRI 1!! HAHHAA &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where is your sister right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;busybusy land &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's the nearest writing utensil?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;finger &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is your handwriting large, tiny, or pretty normal?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;pretty &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who was the last person you told a secret to?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Dear diary, i have a deep dark secret i can't seem to tell anyone.. -_-" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you currently listening to a song?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;splattering of raindorps on the balcony (that's not a song btw) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If yes, what song is it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;^^ &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What time did you go to sleep?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;when? please be more specific &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have a digital camera?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no, i have two &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is your e-mail simply your_name@whatever.com or does it mean something?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my name means something! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you walk in high heels?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i think i could &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever had a pet goldfish?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i want one now! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you own anykind of yellow clothing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;bedsheets!! they're yellow, and they're for Dobby. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What was the last book you read?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Harry Potter and the deathly hallows (i'm begining to thnk these questions can predict answers) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever dated someone you've met online?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not exactly &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;When was the last time you swore?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;this afternoon. Ha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you addicted to soda?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no i don't have a gas problem &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Does it snow where you live?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;shampoo count? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;When you find a favorite song do you listen to it over and over?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;this is the most random question i've ever heard &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever heard of Bowling for Soup?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes. it's got nothing to do with balls nor bowls &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you dress for style or comfort?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;stylish comfort :p &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where was the last place you went camping?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;er.. dreamland &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you sing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i can croak in tune.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many pairs of shoes do you own?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;well technically mum paid for them &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Does your screenname have the letter A in it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Second most random question ever &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you lactose intolerant?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I love milk and cheese &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you hate anyone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;love thy enemy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who last commented you on myspace?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;can u believe it? A dinosaur &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is your life going the way you want it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no way man.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you crushing on anyone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mashimaro.. it's okay, i'll puff him back up into shape &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you own an iPod?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yupyup &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many piercings do you have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ZERO &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you go a day without looking in a mirror?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;HAHA!! i'll have to use other reflective surfaces then.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever had to get stitches?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I love stich!! he's freakin cute &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a title="more random stuff (no basics)" href="http://www.bzoink.com/S138840/more_random_stuff_(no_basics).html"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a title="Bzoink Surveys" href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Bzoink" href="http://www.bzoink.com/"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDIwMzAzMTUwMjQmcHQ9MTIwMjAzMDMxOTIzMCZwPTg5MjExJmQ9Jm49.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. Some say it is better to have loved and lost love than to have not loved at all. Others say stuff they don't mean and regret later. Still others don't say stuff and end up regretting all the same. People with packed schedules wish they had a break. People with too much time on their hands wish for something to do. &lt;em&gt;In anycase, the grass is always greener on the other side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what? I say that's bullshit. In that case, I am on "the other side" all the time isn't it? So the grass can't get any greener can it? Oh dear Lord, remind me of what's it was like to study for A levels, so i can enjoy being bored! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-8398571544842910911?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8398571544842910911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=8398571544842910911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8398571544842910911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/8398571544842910911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-random-stuff-no-basics-have-you.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-7055567654048452281.post-7759977798558480962</id><published>2008-01-31T21:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:37:10.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;People in your everyday life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you live with anybody?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Mum Dad Bro Cookie &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is your relationship with them?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;as above.. except the food part. (pet) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's somebody in your life you wish you never met?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;isn't that such a sad thought? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you had to get married, right now, who would it be with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my significant other &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is your relationship like with your father?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;it's cool and warm at the same time.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have a significant other?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;heh heh, yea i wanna marry her now.. -_-" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you were stranded on a desert island, who would you want to be with you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my significant other &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;u have to ask? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who was in your last dream, or at least the last dream you can remember?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;aunty maggie! hahah!! (tell me ur touched) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you need other people in your life?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;of course &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's somebody you're no longer speaking to?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;when u say nothing at all &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's somebody you're no longer speaking to, but wish you were?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my sis &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who is the last person you kissed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;HAHA! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you know anybody with the same first name as you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you wish you were closer to certain people?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could give anybody anything, to whom and what would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;u, a ring (siao) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who are you the closest to in your family?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;is this a trick question? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is there any friend you look up to and admire?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;You know who you are :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you or would you like to have children?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;would my parents like to have grandhildren.. think so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you wish harm onto anyone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;creators of random surveys &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's someone you would never want to be friends with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;you-know-who &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's someone you wish you could be friends with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;voldemort &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Has someone ever torn you away from someone or something you loved?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmm. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever set aside someone or something you loved for someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my watch &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who do you go to for advice?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the person i look up to and admire &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who comes to you for advice?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;various ppl &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who would you consider to be your best friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;is this another trick question? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do they consider you to be their best friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;see. i knew this was coming &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you ever pursue something more with your best friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;woah. let's not go there. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who makes you cry?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;onions &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who makes you laugh?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;elmo &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who has inspired you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nemo &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who do you work with a lot, at school or at a job?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;colleagues &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who is the most beautiful person you know?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ooooohh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who is the ugliest person you know?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;*deep in thought, sniggers* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If it was your last day on Earth, who would you want to have sex with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;isn't there after earth? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is there anyone you're friends with, but still wary of?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;it's come to this hasn't it, a superficial world indeed.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who would you trust with your life?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Jesus &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you be happy in a life of solitude?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;NOOOOO &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's one thing all your friends and ex-friends have in common?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;me! :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's one thing all your lovers and ex-lovers have in common?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;me too?? eh.. cannot.. ex lei.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How have you met the people you now know?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;saying hi? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you pine for an ex-lover?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;pineapple? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever cheated, lied to, betrayed, or stolen from someone you love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;maybe.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In your photo album, who's the one person that appears the most?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;tiramisu.. haha!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you have any pets, do they like the people you bring home?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;she likes boys.. jealous of girls.. serious!  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's someone you wish would stop bothering you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;flies &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's someone you wish would pay more attention to you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YOU &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have more guyfriends or girlfriends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;lazy to count &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Has someone you loved ever died?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;NOOOOOOOO :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S1888/People_in_your_everyday_life..html" title="People in your everyday life."&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7759977798558480962?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7759977798558480962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7759977798558480962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7759977798558480962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7759977798558480962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/01/people-in-your-everyday-life.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-7055567654048452281.post-7683722120261917800</id><published>2008-01-31T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:10:43.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Random Quiz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;One person who made you smile today?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;cookie!! oops not person &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What were you doing at seven thirty this morning?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dream dream dream, dreeaaam &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What were you doing half an hour ago?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;living &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is the last thing you said?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;bread? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What color is your hairbrush?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;black with blue spots? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What\'s the last thing you bought?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmm. CHICKEN &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where do you keep your change?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;closet &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is your fave ice cream flavor?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mint choc! :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What\'s the weather like?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sux &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;One thing you\'re excited about?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;random surveys! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have a sister?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yea! but not known to many, oooh scandalous.. (just kidding) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to cut your hair?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;NEVER!!! brooms are a waste of money.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you random?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i'm doing this survey.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you make up your own words?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hehe. all the time &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you ticklish?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;^^ &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What des your last text you got say?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;bimbo poly girls &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have curly hair?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;think so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is something you say a lot?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;cookie &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What did you eat last?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;chicken pie &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have to work tomorrow?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;does getting out of bed count? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;When was the last time you said I love you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;woah!! hmm. there i just said it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What should you be doing right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;playing badminton!!!!!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have  nickname?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;fredfrog &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Embarrassing moment?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes. am i sposed to tell u bout it? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like to travel?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ohyea. bus, mrt, cab, plane.. BOATS!!!!!!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What word best decribes you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Fred &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you want to do when you grow up?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;retire &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where do you want to live?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;in a tree? or maybe underground.. or underwater!! oooh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S102174/Random_Quiz.html" title="Random Quiz"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDE4NDEwMjE1NzgmcHQ9MTIwMTg*MTA4MjQwNiZwPTg5MjExJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /&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;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HOW HOTT?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what is he to you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shane::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;good looking ex school mate &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Charlie::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;oliver &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Nick the hottie::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nick is hot? hmm.. hahahahahahaha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;TOM WELLING::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;??????? is there such a guy? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;one word to describe:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;AMY::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;chinese &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;LORI::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;truck &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;SARAH::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my would be sister &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;ROBYN:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;bird &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;BECKY:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i think i know one.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;RACHEL:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;TALL &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;KARA::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;is it care-ra or car-ra? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who leaves u the most longest msgs on ur cell?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;if my principal msged me it would be him &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who's hotter:nik, or charlie? (shane):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;if nick's a hottie, why ask? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;whats the most anoying:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;song:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;john. JUST KIDDING &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;person in AOTS:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i know sota, dunno aots &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;tv show:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nickelodeon's annoyingly crazzy shows &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;ddr song:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i only remember the butterfly one &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;part of sarah::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;she doesn't exist..  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this and thats:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;define, "lori moment":&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;BANG &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have u ever had a lori moment?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;thankfully, no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;explain using examples from the text.:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;AQ... o.O &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;gotta crush?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;am i dat heavy? i think i crushed an ant once.. yea la..got. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how about me, do i have one?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;u?  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;ok. shut up now.:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i'm not talking!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;and..........how much do ya love me?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;to the ends of the earth &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;BEYEEEEEEEEEE:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;‚³‚æ‚¨‚È‚ç &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S3862/HOW_HOTT?.html" title="HOW HOTT?"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDE4NDI2MjI5MzcmcHQ9MTIwMTg*MjYzMjYwOSZwPTg5MjExJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055567654048452281-7683722120261917800?l=frog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7683722120261917800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055567654048452281&amp;postID=7683722120261917800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7683722120261917800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055567654048452281/posts/default/7683722120261917800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frog08.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-quiz-one-person-who-made-you.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>
