<?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-6987747</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:39:21.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>splendour phenomenon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987747.post-115857769457327146</id><published>2006-09-18T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T19:08:14.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG. HOW CAN HOTMAIL BE DOING THIS TO ME JUST BECAUSE I'VE NOT SIGNED INTO MY ACCOUNT FOR HOW MANY DAYS??? ALL MY MAILS ARE *POOF* GONE WITH THE WIND! OMG OMG OMG. I GUESS IT'S TIME FOR A NEW BEGINNING. ARGGGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi. i'm back. i'm finally connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont like amy tan tan tan. and i dont like the word 'in'. ARGGGH. BISSSSSSSSSSH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-115857769457327146?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/115857769457327146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=115857769457327146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/115857769457327146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/115857769457327146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-115288240120172539</id><published>2006-07-14T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:18:41.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;je ne peux pas attendre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say that i'm simpin' i'm sprung, all of the above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-115288240120172539?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/115288240120172539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=115288240120172539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/115288240120172539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/115288240120172539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/07/je-ne-peux-pas-attendre_14.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-115269621254079414</id><published>2006-07-12T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:24:51.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;u are just plain shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like fuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-115269621254079414?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/115269621254079414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=115269621254079414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/115269621254079414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/115269621254079414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/07/adeus.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-115233590010166361</id><published>2006-07-08T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:20:28.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EEEEEEEE&lt;/em&gt;LECTRONIC LEARNING REALLY SUCKS, I TELL YOU. SO DOES LEAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-115233590010166361?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/115233590010166361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=115233590010166361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/115233590010166361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/115233590010166361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/07/eeeeeeeelectronic-learning-really.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-115095240675435961</id><published>2006-06-22T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:33:19.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sheena, i expect a huuuuge christmas gift from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TORTURE #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10,000 Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the following &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; complaint.&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose 5 person to do this after you completed yours.&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. Start your post with "I have been tagged!" then do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er... i have been tagged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Colour&lt;/strong&gt;: black, brown, white. [i feel like a primary school kid..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Food&lt;/strong&gt;: julienne the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Song:&lt;/strong&gt; ask class 95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; ask golden village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Sport:&lt;/strong&gt; at the moment, it's got to be fooooooooooooooooooootball. go brazil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Day of the Week:&lt;/strong&gt; friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Season:&lt;/strong&gt; all 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Ice Cream:&lt;/strong&gt; anything that melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; ask my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Taste:&lt;/strong&gt; ask my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Clothes: &lt;/strong&gt;shirt. berms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Desktop:&lt;/strong&gt; some design by acer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Toe nail Colour:&lt;/strong&gt; normal colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Time:&lt;/strong&gt; 1232&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Surroundings&lt;/strong&gt;: home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Annoyances:&lt;/strong&gt; ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Thoughts:&lt;/strong&gt; why do i have to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firsts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Best Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; this is beginning to be very very primary school-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Crush:&lt;/strong&gt; this is very secondary school-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; casper the friendly ghost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Lie:&lt;/strong&gt; who remembers that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Music:&lt;/strong&gt; baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Cigarette:&lt;/strong&gt; siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Drink:&lt;/strong&gt; water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Car Ride:&lt;/strong&gt; haven't been wandering around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Crush:&lt;/strong&gt; siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; casper the friendly ghost again. jk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Phone Call:&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last CD played:&lt;/strong&gt; i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;u&gt;acting&lt;/u&gt; stupid at times. so i shall do so now. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friend:&lt;/strong&gt; ya.. my soft toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever broken the law:&lt;/strong&gt; i didn't know the law is fragile. i thought only glass is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been arrested:&lt;/strong&gt; yups, to this place called the zoological gardens. [you are currently reading an entry posted by ah meng's sister.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever skinny-dipped:&lt;/strong&gt; dip? dip in what? the bowl of curry for your pratas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been on TV:&lt;/strong&gt; yups, when i was a child, i was on tv... cause you know babies enjoy crawling everywhere... so i decided to crawl to the tv and climb onto it... yeps. cool baby right? hahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you dont know:&lt;/strong&gt; i only use my lips to talk, eat, and for other forms of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things you are wearing:&lt;/strong&gt; ah meng's sister doesn't wear anything. [you mean you don't know who ah meng is?? TSK!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 things you done today:&lt;/strong&gt; yawning, eating, reading, typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you can hear right now:&lt;/strong&gt; the radio, the birds chirping [you know... the birds enjoy hanging out with the orang utans in the zoo], ah meng calling me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 thing you do when you are bored:&lt;/strong&gt; play with ah meng. it's called family bonding. and oh, we are going to watch brazil play against japan tonight together! all thanks to the zoo, we now have a great LCD high definition tv! hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE TO TAG! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah meng.&lt;br /&gt;ah siao&lt;br /&gt;ah kao.&lt;br /&gt;ah wah.&lt;br /&gt;ah lau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TORTURE #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;instructions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the tagged victim have to come up with eight different points of his/her perfect partner.&lt;br /&gt;2. have to mention the gender of his/her perfect partner&lt;br /&gt;3. tag eight other victims to join this game&lt;br /&gt;4. lastly, most importantly, HAVE &lt;s&gt;FUN&lt;/s&gt; DOING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;2. I REALLY DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;3. I REALLY REALLY DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;4. I REALLY REALLY REALLY DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;5. I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;6. I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;7. I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALL REALLY DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;8. I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REEEEEEEEEEEEEALLY DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lucky peeps to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i firmly believe that most people out there DO have a life. so i shall be nice and not torture them by doing this. UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FINALLY DONE!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-115095240675435961?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/115095240675435961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=115095240675435961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/115095240675435961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/115095240675435961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/06/sheena-i-expect-huuuuge-christmas-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-115016544185020182</id><published>2006-06-13T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T10:24:01.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that's it! i wanna learn spanish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-115016544185020182?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/115016544185020182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=115016544185020182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/115016544185020182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/115016544185020182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/06/thats-it-i-wanna-learn-spanish.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-114977114435257940</id><published>2006-06-08T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T19:13:24.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHEENA &lt;strong&gt;LEEEEEEEE&lt;/strong&gt;, YOU'D BETTER BE THANKFUL.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what were you doing in secondary school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am singapore's future in the making. hahahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying to attain something called the GCE O-LEVEL cert.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i also have a life lah. besides trying to stay awake in class, i laugh, i irritate people, i sing, and finally... i also eat. otherwise, why do schools have canteen? hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;five of your favourite bands/singers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;MICHAEL LEARNS TO ROCK. remember that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CHICAGO.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jay chou.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jewel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all for one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;five things you would do if you were a millionaire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;wah, what a question. i would do something so as to become a nobel prize laureate (JK!); help the least fortunate in the world. so noble right? thanksthanksthanks! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;build more ij schools in other parts of the world. ij rocks everyone's ij sock lah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TRAVEL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy my very own automobile and apartment!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy more danone biscuits for the guides and for charmaine! hahaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;five bad habits&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;wah, what a question &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. i procrastinate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i tend to spend too much time on the computer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i take a long time to eat especially when it comes to fish with a lot a lot of tiny bones. eeyer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i spend close to 15 minutes brushing my teeth except when i'm in camp. no wonder i am always highly praised by the dentist. :D jk!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i tend to consume a lot of food that is high in sugar. like m&amp;amp;ms and chocolate chip cookies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;five things you like doing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;listening to music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laughing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;travelling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;five things you would never buy, wear, or get?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;WHAT A QUESTION AGAIN. i would never buy/get drugs of non-medicinal value.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i would never buy/get cigarettes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i would never wear chinese opera make-up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i would never buy/get get a cup full of celery juice for myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i would never buy/get anything illegal. hohoho. how law-abiding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;five favourite things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;air crafts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friendship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;five people to do this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ali p.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;julienne.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kailing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yupei.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the pregnant woman, cheryl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have finally made it. have fun, all. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-114977114435257940?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/114977114435257940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=114977114435257940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114977114435257940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114977114435257940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/06/sheena-leeeeeeee-youd-better-be.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-114967937595145832</id><published>2006-06-07T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:27:44.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. so campfire's over. sighsighsigh. i wouldn't mind soaking the firewoods and sniffing kerosene just to experience the whole event again. okay, forgive me for getting too high on monday night. power to the kerosene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mrs tan came back to grace the occassion. guess everyone was so glad to see her. and she made the plc so emo when she spoke to us. i've never seen this side of the plc before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss eating frosties.&lt;br /&gt;i miss drinking horlicks.&lt;br /&gt;i miss eunice's stupid jokes especially the deformity one.&lt;br /&gt;i miss calling out 'sam!' so as to irritate her.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the fan especially when grace was trying to be funny with it.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the parade square especially that particular spot.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the big and the small zinc sheets.&lt;br /&gt;i miss wrapping the bricks. [thanks, ali!]&lt;br /&gt;i miss feeding the fire.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the good o' firewoods.&lt;br /&gt;i miss scooping up the sand.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the stinky rags and twines.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the big and the small trolleys.&lt;br /&gt;i miss spinning the lighter with my finger.&lt;br /&gt;i miss listening to the sixties classics.&lt;br /&gt;i miss scooping a plate full of onions for the om. :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss painting the backdrop. especially the lips for the women. :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss standing at the carpark bidding farewell to mrs tan.&lt;br /&gt;i miss robert catering's food.&lt;br /&gt;i miss danone biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the jellies we ate after cf.&lt;br /&gt;i miss drinking water from the water cooler.&lt;br /&gt;i miss seeing the way mj broke the ice lolly into half. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i miss staying up late talking though i couldn't take it on tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just miss everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i should go now. i forgot to take the socks that kena-ed the black paint to the washing machine. hahaha. thank you so so so much, cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;il divo &amp;amp; toni braxton - time of our lives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long time ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destined to grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hacerse pasion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Con fuego abrazar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;El deseo de dar sin fin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;El deseo de ganar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey They feels like we've having&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time of our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lets light the fire, find the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lets come together as one inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it feels like we've having&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time of our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll find the glory &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that we are, for all that we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the time of our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoy es el dia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Es la ocasion de triunfar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para hacer realidad el destino que soñabamos conseguir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una vida de lucha nos trajo hasta aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y llegare hasta el final (Heaven knows...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it feels like we've having the time of our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juntos, unidos, triunfara nuestro deseo de ser el major &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it feels like we've having the time of our lives &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;juanto la gloria, junto a mi, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La hora llego de la verdad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;El momento llego &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y ya nunca jamas lo podre olvidar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it feels like we'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ve having (cause it feels...like we're having...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time of our lives &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juntos, unidos, triunfara (juntos, unidos, triunfara...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nuestro deseo de ser el mejor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it feels like we'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ve having (cause it feels...like we're having...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time of our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;junto a la gloria, junto a mi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La hora llego &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;El momento llego (Oh!...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll find the glory (Find the glory...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll be there (In the end...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all that we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For everything that we wanna be and all that we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the time of our lives &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the time of our lives...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-114967937595145832?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/114967937595145832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=114967937595145832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114967937595145832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114967937595145832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-114925056722223101</id><published>2006-06-02T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T20:19:39.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so thirsty now.&lt;br /&gt;and i am very tired.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall go sleep early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;because amy tan, the feminist :D,&lt;br /&gt;deprived me of my sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;and because of that i had to wake up&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning to continue&lt;br /&gt;with my work. and that is also why&lt;br /&gt;i was so grouchy during am today.&lt;br /&gt;i am just very deprived of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;today we had guides.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;actually i have nothing much&lt;br /&gt;to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;i guess things are more or&lt;br /&gt;less pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too sure on the actual day&lt;br /&gt;though.and i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;i'm typing in this way.&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted to end at my second&lt;br /&gt;line but i don't know why i suddenly&lt;br /&gt;felt like blogging about my day.&lt;br /&gt;so basically today we had guides.&lt;br /&gt;i finally reached home at 6.45&lt;br /&gt;and i'm very very bonked out now.&lt;br /&gt;i dare not imagine how i will look&lt;br /&gt;like on wednesday, 7th june.&lt;br /&gt;raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;so you see, after many hours of&lt;br /&gt;typing my lit essay last night,&lt;br /&gt;i am officially sick of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall give it a break.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully it will give me a break too.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell am i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;i feel so wobbly now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like able to collapse any time.&lt;br /&gt;yay. today i had lots of fun helping sam&lt;br /&gt;and eunice with the emcee scripts.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;and that stupid rap song that grace came&lt;br /&gt;up with is still like stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-114925056722223101?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/114925056722223101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;parent-teacher dialogue twentyohsix.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i shall talk about it, yea. okay. so you see, i got out of my bed early today and made my way to school er, early. not that early. but was early enough. so then we went to report to the teacher-in-charge. and later on, the teacher whom we were assisting during the dialogue. and so rodent and i went up to the 3rd level to look for ms siew. and so we helped her to bring up the report books. and rodent was being very kaypoh too. haha. and then there was nothing much to do. and so we joined our next door friends and lazed around. on the couch. raaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast-forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents were soon slowly pouring in. 'pouring in' sounds funny. anyway, yea. more came. and yea, we had to distribute the survey forms and yea, the number tags. and we basically sat around. reading rd. very kindly sponsored by mrs alex who apparently has a stack of free copies. woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast-forward again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 11.30. too early for lunch, aye? aye. but we still went out for lunch. so rodent and i went to the nearest eatery. yes, that coffee shop which ij girls always frequent. and so we had er, chicken rice. how singaporean. lol. and so we were the coffee shop's patrons until 11.50. back to school. we had green tea too. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. back to the class. that's when boredom set in. but actually the morning was totally monotonous. i almost died. but managed to survive. having confined to the class throughout the morning was like i don't know. can't think of any metaphors at the mo. anyway. it was boring. boring boring boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so. because i couldn't stand staying in the classroom for hours, i decided to accompany joan. and so we went around the school. thank goodness! getting people to usher the parents from the hall. hunting down class chairs. spreading message to the councillors. and peeling off the class tags on the walls. okay. i admit. walking around the entire school was totally energy-draining. but yes, it was certainly better than being cooped up in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and joan claimed that she had been a total goofus (?) today. yes, i think so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so before we left. we had to arrange the tables and chairs as they were before the dialogue. woah. i swear i almost collapsed with fatigue. okay. so i've concluded that parent-teacher dialogue 2006 has been the most energy-draining duty i've ever done. okay. maybe it was the walk around the school that drained my energy. but it was undeniably fun to some degree. :D okay. so i guess that's about it. my very last duty as a councillor in ij.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. raaah. it's back to school for lessons tomorrow. and omg, of all lessons, PRACTICAL?! yes, practical. mg. i'm totally not looking forward to it at all. and there's am too. damn. doing prelim paper early in the morning. okay. i know it's good for us. good preparation, etc. i'm aware that the teachers are working very hard for us. and i appreciate their effort a lot. maybe it's just me. and the i-don't-wanna-go-back-to-school feeling. okay. i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second thing, as i'm sure many of us would have known this by now. hij 1st coy's annual cf's next week. frankly speaking, i'm terrified. yes, i'm being dead honest now. i'm afraid the whole thing will screw up. i'm afraid we will burn down the ps. i'm afraid we will burn down the field (if we're even using it). i'm afraid we will burn down the entire school. what if the pit turns the ps black?? yes, black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would be the end of me. and i would have made the most significant history in hij 1st coy ever. woah. thankyou thankyou. no, but really. what if the fire extinguisher refuse to work when we need it very very badly? oh man. i'll just throw myself into the pit. seriously. sigh. now we know how it feels like preparing a cf. the former guides of ij had been very strong indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they say 'worrying is like a rocking chair; it gives you something to do but gets you nowhere'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently addicted to &lt;em&gt;the natural's&lt;/em&gt; soft jellies. that's how i drown my sorrows. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. july's approaching. so is prelim. so is o. oh crap. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vissez-le.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-114898203727978663?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/114898203727978663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=114898203727978663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114898203727978663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114898203727978663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/05/parent-teacher-dialogue-twentyohsix.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-114889074239327078</id><published>2006-05-29T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:54:03.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS HOW WE LIVE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first you laugh,&lt;br /&gt;then you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-114889074239327078?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/114889074239327078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=114889074239327078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114889074239327078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114889074239327078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-how-we-live-first-you-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-114862235688362355</id><published>2006-05-26T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T13:51:18.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes. i remembered what i wanted to say. so you see, ij turns 152 years of age today. woah. yes, what a rich tradition, you must be wondering. anyway, so we had mass today at the basketball court. it was a combined mass with the primary school kiddos. it was great. the weather was way too fabulous. only if you're in the mood to tan. but of course, who tans in school uniform? all in all, it was a fantastic morning. and i have declare that i'm extremely proud to be an ij girl. i really have my parents to thank. if it weren't for them, moi wld b typin lyk dis. and talking in this manner: "waaah piang eh! ur shoes sho kewl siaaa?!" okay. that sounds really really awful. it's been 10 years. TEN YEARS SPENT IN IJ. 120 MONTHS SPENT IN IJ. 3650 DAYS SPENT IN IJ. that's like 1/10 of a centenarian's life. anyway, i don't want to leave ij at all. i'm going to miss everything and everyone in ij. including the canteen vendors and the cleaners. okay. i think we should go back to reality. it's still may. 7 more months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was pretty fun. ahahahaha. we had talks by several tertiary institutions. sp's one was quite good. so was np's. tp's was a complete ho-hum to me and also probably to some of the listeners there. as i was super duper urgent after the np's talk, val and i rushed out of the ava room to go to the washroom. and i &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;accidentally&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; slammed the door so loudly that all eyes were on val cause she happened to stand there. (i was already rushing to the washroom.) hahaha. that was totally embarrassing. and i'm sorry, valerie. heehee. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and great. i just had to collide with someone as i dashed to the loo. and the rubbish bin ALMOST collapsed, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms siew's leaving. :( come this monday. it's doom and gloom. hope tuesday will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am off now. for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk down the street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stare a lots of things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fast and steady streams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again and again and again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-114862235688362355?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987747.post-114861857781523606</id><published>2006-05-26T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:42:57.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i felt like posting an entry just now. but i don't feel like now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-114861857781523606?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/114861857781523606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=114861857781523606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114861857781523606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114861857781523606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-felt-like-posting-entry-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-114802411715687982</id><published>2006-05-19T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T15:42:15.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE HALITOSIS OF THE MIND. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE OPIATE OF THE OPPRESSED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sheer suckers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-114802411715687982?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/114802411715687982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=114802411715687982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114802411715687982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114802411715687982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/05/halitosis-of-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-114760140950242356</id><published>2006-05-14T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:10:09.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! i finally cleared my desk and did my tuition homework for the first time! what an achievement. hoho. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-114760140950242356?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/114760140950242356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=114760140950242356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114760140950242356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114760140950242356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/05/yay-i-finally-cleared-my-desk-and-did.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-114396731831753868</id><published>2006-04-02T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T16:46:39.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. i am here now. since i had to relink miss charlotte ng. haha. life has been okay. very fun. before term 2 began, of course. i'm sure you must have read from the blogs already. yeps. sij-ij workshop/camp. sji invest. ij invest. guides day camp. self-awareness camp. thanksgiving mass. pri sch camp. sports day. what else? yes. each one was a good experience. good fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that all the fun is over, the nightmare is arriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like ritter sport. but it just killed my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night, and good luck.&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-114396731831753868?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/114396731831753868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=114396731831753868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114396731831753868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114396731831753868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-114199431388253793</id><published>2006-03-10T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:42:36.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'LL BE BACK SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IN THE MEANTIME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS BLOG WILL GO INTO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HIBERNATION UNTIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20TH NOVEMBER 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO, SEE YA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND HAVE A GOOD DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REMEMBER, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALWAYS SEIZE THE DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOURS TRULY,&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YINTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE ONE WHO CANNOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WITHOUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHOCOLATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND ALL THINGS SWEET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-114199431388253793?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/114199431388253793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=114199431388253793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114199431388253793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/114199431388253793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113809332672564864</id><published>2006-01-24T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:07:56.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;STATEMENT OF THE DAY:&lt;/strong&gt; I'M NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO CHINESE NEW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUESTION OF THE DAY:&lt;/strong&gt; ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO CHINESE NEW YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for visiting this stagnant blog. please come again. the blog will most probably be alive at the end of the year. the blog is going into hibernation, you see. seriously, i've lost my interest in cny. i'm not even looking forward to pigging out on the goodies. i'm not even interested in receiving the red packets. i'm really not looking forward to cny at all. partly because the songs annoy me a lot. also, i don't like being in crowded places. really. it's the same thing you go through every year. what's so special about it? don't worry, it's not that i'm losing my chinese roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just looking forward to the long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i don't like wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i won't be back here for some time. school has been all right. life has been all right. i am all right. okay. i guess that is all i have to update about. nothing much to talk about, anyway. goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, happy lunar new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113809332672564864?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113809332672564864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past. the changes. the memories. the misery. the swollen eyes. the &lt;em&gt;faith&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113646825274987735?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113646825274987735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113646825274987735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113646825274987735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113646825274987735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2006/01/past.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113646329807384988</id><published>2006-01-05T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:14:58.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Saint Augustine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113646329807384988?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987747.post-113595912225020549</id><published>2005-12-31T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:12:02.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy hogmanay.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to replace the calendar that has been sitting on my desk since jan 1 2005 with a new one. i don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113595912225020549?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113595912225020549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113595912225020549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113595912225020549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113595912225020549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-hogmanay.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113577014744486302</id><published>2005-12-28T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:31:04.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling so tired now that all i want to do is to sleep, sleep, and sleep. forever. no, maybe not forever. but maybe until i'm able to say "i feel like an energetic elephant now!" when i wake up. i am, indeed, very physically drained now. mentally drained? not at the moment, but i'm sure i will definitely return to those days when school reopens. it's foreseeable. sigh. a couple of exam papers left to complete. sigh. not being able to remember what you've learned for the entire year can be quite a handicap when it comes to tackling the holiday assignments. sigh. i need something. i need sleep. okay. so today, was yet another very typical holiday for me. except that we had to return back to the new school. we had mass practice to prepare for the blessing-of-school mass this friday. not too bad, i must say. kinda amusing during the practice. oh yes, i did a little of mopping of the hall too. haha. my socks were terribly terribly black! and they were kinda wet too. really looking forward to friday. oh yes, the archbishop will be there too. how exciting. i'm not being sarcastic here. yeps. and then after mass practice i had to do some searching for something. i'm kinda vague here, i know. =) and that is why i'm dead beat now. brisk walking really drains me out. that is all for today, i guess. i don't like having to welcome a new year. i know, a new year represents a new beginning, yada yada yada. never mind. it's just one of those pessimistic and random thought again. school's starting really really soon. rejoice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113577014744486302?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113577014744486302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113577014744486302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5929/407/320/RL001644%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;picture taken from gettyimages&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feliz navidad, all. it's not a friday, though. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113544018073948947?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113544018073948947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113544018073948947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113544018073948947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113544018073948947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/12/picture-taken-from-gettyimages.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113462294998652056</id><published>2005-12-15T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T13:12:13.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;here's something for those who are currently suffering from the classic bored-teenager syndrome this holiday to ponder about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;if there is a word called &lt;strong&gt;NEGATIVITY&lt;/strong&gt;, similarly, why isn't there a word called &lt;strong&gt;POSITIVITY&lt;/strong&gt; then?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if there is a word called &lt;strong&gt;NEGATIVISM&lt;/strong&gt;, likewise, why isn't there a word called &lt;strong&gt;POSITIVISM&lt;/strong&gt; then?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finally, if there is a word called &lt;strong&gt;POSITIVENESS&lt;/strong&gt;, shouldn't there be a word called &lt;strong&gt;NEGATIVENESS&lt;/strong&gt; as well?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;hohoho. 10 more days and 240 more hours to christmas. feliz navidad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113462294998652056?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113462294998652056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113462294998652056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113462294998652056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113462294998652056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/12/heres-something-for-those-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113393335515326351</id><published>2005-12-07T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:23:57.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forget about the 'ad' beneath this post. i've finally found a place that offers kayaking lessons. erm. all right. i know i've not blogged ever since toilet plungers were invented. my nose is currently clogged. so maybe for all you know, the plunger might come in useful for me. if only there is a nose plunger in existence today, then i wouldn't need to keep running to get more tissue packs. all right, that was a whole load of rubbish spouted. i ought to stop all the rubbish-spouting business before it gets on someone's nerves. back to reality. no worries, my life so far, has been more or less all right. nothing of any significance or blogworthy has happened lately. erm, yea. i guess anyone who always keeps track of time should know this by now. it's already december. and almost everyone is soaking themselves in the 'it's christmas!' or '(insert number here) days to christmas!' mood. many with the exception of myself. i don't know why though. it could be due to the fact that i haven't got the time to walk down the picturesque streets of the fashionista-friendly orchard when they are ablaze with christmas lightings. the constant playing of christmas carols over the air waves weren't of much help too. oh well. whatever it is, i'm still not in the festive mood yet though it's 18 more days to christmas. and then it's 24 more days to the usual, once-in-a-year new year countdown. and 25 more days to voila, the first day of 2006. sigh. what a year it's going to be in 25 days' time. in the meantime, i need to put a stop to the waterfall in my nose now and hello to my roast pork lunch. oh yes, i think the song, &lt;em&gt;goodbye my lover &lt;/em&gt;is nice. as usual, james blunt never fails to give us such good songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113393335515326351?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113393335515326351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113393335515326351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113393335515326351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113393335515326351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/12/forget-about-ad-beneath-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113392657971620487</id><published>2005-12-07T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T11:36:21.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IS ANYONE WHO IS A QUALIFIED KAYAKING INSTRUCTOR INTERESTED TO CONDUCT LESSONS FOR A GROUP OF FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. obviously there aren't many kayaking and fencing places in singapore that offer lessons for beginners. either that, they do not publicise their services on the world wide web.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113392657971620487?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113392657971620487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113392657971620487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113392657971620487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113392657971620487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/12/is-anyone-who-is-qualified-kayaking.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113343447025288644</id><published>2005-12-01T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:58:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;christmas fact #1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is this reindeer named Rudolf?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...who guides Santa's sleigh with the biological aberration of a red, glowing nose capable of penetrating thick fog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole story of Rudolf appeared, out of nowhere, in 1939. Santas at Montgomery Ward stores gave away 2.4 million copies of a booklet entitled "Rudolf the Red-Nose Reindeer." The story was written by a person in the advertising department named Robert May, and the booklet was illustrated by Denver Gillen. The original name of the reindeer was not Rudolf, according to the book &lt;a href="http://people.howstuffworks.com/bookstore-gateway.htm?isbn=0060964197"&gt;"Extraordinary Origins of Everyday Things,"&lt;/a&gt; by Charles Panati. The original name was Rollo, but executives did not like that name, nor Reginald. The name Rudolf came from the author's young daughter! In 1949, Gene Autry sang a musical version of the poem and it was a run-away best-seller. The Rudolf song is second only to "White Christmas" in popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://people.howstuffworks.com/christmas20.htm"&gt;http://people.howstuffworks.com/christmas20.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113343447025288644?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113343447025288644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113343447025288644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113343447025288644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113343447025288644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-fact-1-who-is-this-reindeer.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113343167764272892</id><published>2005-12-01T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:11:55.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>show your support for World AIDS Day by wearing the Virtual Red Ribbon on your website or in your email signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click below for more details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Link to the official World AIDS Day website" href="http://www.worldaidsday.org/default.asp"&gt;&lt;img height="40" alt="Support World AIDS Day" src="http://www.worldaidsday.org/images/virtualribbon.gif" width="120" 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/6987747-113343167764272892?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113343167764272892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113343167764272892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113343167764272892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113343167764272892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/12/show-your-support-for-world-aids-day.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113335859834679912</id><published>2005-11-30T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:53:11.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought that i might as well post this, since i've got nothing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The word of the day for 30 November 2005 is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rupiah &lt;a class="small" href="http://www.dictionary.cambridge.org/define.asp?dict=CALD&amp;key=93420&amp;amp;ph=on"&gt;[Show phonetics]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noun [C]&lt;br /&gt;the standard unit of money used in Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;(from &lt;a href="http://dictionary.cambridge.org/cald"&gt;Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dictionary&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was good. interaction with the elders at st. luke's was really effective today. you can't believe that i had a chat with an old lady for close to 20 minutes non-stop, can you? that's already considered a big achievement for me, all right. i'm really glad that i've done something different today. something special, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big-sized girl is really big-sized huh. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113335859834679912?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113335859834679912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113335859834679912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113335859834679912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113335859834679912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-thought-that-i-might-as-well-post.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113318772556486143</id><published>2005-11-28T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:47:34.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;lesson of the day&lt;/strong&gt;: never ever ever refresh the page immediately after you've tagged a blog. (unless you enjoy the art of tagboard spamming.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope this is one useful tip for those out there whose tags (sometimes like mine too) tend to appear more than once. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep now. from tomorrow till friday, i'll in the company of the elders from st. luke's. yes, back to those mornings doing light exercises and afternoons of playing games and doing physiotherapy with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recap on last week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mon (21/11/05)&lt;/strong&gt; - guides day camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tues (22/11/05)&lt;/strong&gt; - first aid course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wed (23/11/05)&lt;/strong&gt; - first aid course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thurs (24/11/05)&lt;/strong&gt; - first aid course. (i believe we all passed our theory and practical tests (:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fri (25/11/05)&lt;/strong&gt; - harry potter and gof. (wasn't too bad, honestly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sat (26/11/05)&lt;/strong&gt; - sec 4 prefects farewell at joy's place. (the skit went well. a rather enjoyable gathering with all the cannot-make-it prank calls. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sun (27/11/05)&lt;/strong&gt; - nothing much done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone make a movie on &lt;em&gt;the five people you meet in heaven&lt;/em&gt;? i want to go for kenny g's gig. sigh, i know i'm asking the impossible. anyhow, i'm being quite random here and it's getting late too. so, goot night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113318772556486143?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113318772556486143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113318772556486143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113318772556486143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113318772556486143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/11/lesson-of-day-never-ever-ever-refresh.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113275865968910511</id><published>2005-11-23T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:14:31.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;every departure serves as a reminder to cherish those who have yet to leave us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are icy cold. i'm scared to perform cpr tomorrow afternoon. CPR. SIGH. wish us luck. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113275865968910511?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113275865968910511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113275865968910511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113275865968910511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113275865968910511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/11/every-departure-serves-as-reminder-to.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113247231644261010</id><published>2005-11-20T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T16:00:52.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. so i've abandoned harry potter and company so that i could be seated in front of this electronic machine which people like you and me use for storing, organising and finding words, numbers and pictures, and for doing calculations and also controlling other machines. whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall begin on wednesday since,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;my previous entry stopped at tuesday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there was something that happened from wednesday to friday that i could talk about. or rather blog about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know it's kinda late to blog something that happened 4 days ago only today. so please forgive me for procrastinating. i'll make it a brief one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday, 16 september 2005. [day 1]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lets see. i woke up early but somehow i didnt manage to be the early bird this time round. yea. reached school close to 8. then you know the usual things you do before the commencement of a prefects camp. registration, sat around, and talked to almost everyone and everything. erm. what else? so somehow i realised that i was in this group which the name was a combination of 2 words. 'shadow' and 'cat'. and what do you get when you put them together? shadowcat! er, okay. erm. i don't exactly watch x-men, all right. so pardon me for knowing nothing about the characters. after that was again, the usuals. ice-breakers. we played double whacko, again. yes. then oh yes, the newspaper game, followed by the travelling game. yes, apparently, during the newspaper game, many of us could not really keep our balance. yes, especially someone. ahem. yea, that's about it for ice-breakers, i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when it was 11, we set off the amazing race. yea, we took a train down to cityhall and went to our very first station where we met joan at the citylink open area. the place where people usually break dance. yea. we had 2 tasks. the first was to hula hoop 7 times. which was not exactly my forte. and the second which was probably an easier one. we simply had to stand in a row holding hands and pass the hula hoop from one end to the other. yea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the second station was at the marina promenade where we met our dear red bean pancake friend, meng jung. her task didnt turn out to be as difficult as what we had imagined initially. yea. basically, we had to put up a mini skit using the the list of 10 words written down by her. thanks to clare, we managed to put up a skit about meng jung's favourite. her red bean pancake. hahaha. it was about the red bean pancake arriving at the promenade. and we talked about the place being financed by xxx bank. we also added that xxx bank's interest rates are high and other nonsense like the tv sets manufactured by xxx are of very high quality. hahaha. our skit totally lacked organisation because we were basically chipping in whatever we could think of at the last moment. but it was funny lah, since it was so nonsensical. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we then moved on to the next station which was a long walk to mag's station. she was at where the merlion was standing proudly. her tasks weren't all that difficult too. we were told to sing 'jingle bells' to a stranger. except that the lyrics were altered. and of course, it sounded really funny though i think the uncle whom we sang it to kinda enjoyed our rendition of 'jingle bells'. haha. can't really remember the lyrics, but really, it was funny. yea, i must say that the uncle was really nice too. to think that he gladly played along with us- a bunch of teens hoping that someone would listen to a totally nonsensical song. yea, haha. we took a picture with him and hurried off to our next station.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the next station was also miles away. we met germaine at the war memorial. yea. her task was a test of our memory. we basically had to memorise whatever that was on the plaque. yes. we also had to finish up a 1-litre bottle of mineral water. yes, that was all for her station. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we were then given our next clue which says 'lets start jamming'? or 'something something jamming'. so obviously we went the wrong way. we went to suntec and thought that the next station was at some 'the rock auditorium' or whatever. or some karaoke place. but it turned out that we were wrong. we called our helpline and jocelyn said that it was &lt;u&gt;near&lt;/u&gt; peninsula plaza. anyhow, we met seren coincidentally outside eng wah. we still got the clues for the next next station. (the station after the one at peninsula s.c.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we met sam lee at subway niche. erm, we had to allow our facial/body features to touch the car ride. yea, those which you see kids sitting on them at shopping malls. and she took a picture of us. that's all for her station.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;next was nicole's at mc donalds. erm, we simply had to finish up a large cup of sprite. yea, that was about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'carcarcarcar' was the next clue. we immediately headed for carrefour. and yes, we saw yuling standing around with her breadtalk plastic bag. we dashed into carrefour to look for that barney vcd 'oh brother, where's my sister?' oh man, to think i could still remember that title. yea, we were supposed to look for the 5th song. we sprinted up the escalator and then to the vcd section. yea, then dashed down and told her the title. and each group had to buy 4 bars of chocolates too. that was tea, i think? that was what i heard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally, our last station- peninsula s.c. yes, we hailed a cab to peninsula plaza. and we were so clever to think that the guitar shop was at peninsula plaza. clare and i. so we went inside. and we almost lost our group members. but found them in the end. crossed the road to peninsula s.c. where we saw our dear friends taking the escalator down. yea, then went to look for some 'not cross. crime scene' (?) item. yea. some singer by the name of vai. by the way, that 'not cross. crime scene' item turned out to be a guitar strap, when clare thought it was some csi vcd, and i thought it was some t-shirt print. yes, okay. that was the end of the entire race.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to bk for lunch. wasnt too hungry so i got a cup of iced milo to quench my thirst. yea. now my ankle has this red spot. all thanks to the wonderful huuuge blister. okay, anyway. we took the train back to toa payoh. and yes, we finally reached our haven- ava room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we had some short discussions on the role of a prefect, followed by a talk. and soon, it was home sweet home. it was raining heavily, btw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh my goodness, i still have 2 more days to go. and it's 3.16 pm now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday, 17th november 2005 [day 2]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reached school really early. 7.32 am. early right? yea, it was a rainy morning. okay, after that went up to the ava room. sat around and talked while we waited for the rest to arrive. victoria was somehow so fascinated with the game she was playing. erm. we played double whacko &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. then we had teambonding games. gasps. i think it was the second time i've ever worn lipstick in my 15 years of life on planet earth. [not yowie's planet, hahaha!] YUCKS. the first was when it was some performance thing. and never did i ever expect myself to wear lipstick on the 17th of november 2005. okay, it was this lipstick game thing which we were supposed to kiss on the paper plate. yea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after that we had a short meeting, then it was lunch. for lunch , we had what i just had today. chicken rice. oh man, chicken rice for 2 days this week. okay. i think i went a little too talkative during lunch. they said it must be the effects of the lipstick. nah, rubbish. after lunch, we returned to ava. had our skit practice. erm, yea. it was quite funny lah. can't type them out here though. it really was a barrel of laughs to see people like yupei acting. hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so after the practice, we had water games, i think. oh yes, did i tell you how some people went gaga over plopper? hahaha. plopper was sam lee's stuffed doggy which she brought along. yea. water games. damn funny when we tried to march with water balloons between us. yea. after that, we went to st. gab's to bathe. and then returned to ava. haha, to think i could change in the cupboard. anyway, that's not really important so lets move on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dinner was next. some oriental rice with really thick egg. yes. chicken drumstick, again! chicken! anyway, after dinner, we had a short gm. then it was time for night trail. yea. hmmm. nothing much though. just some ghost stories here and there. ater that, went up to share our experiences. washed up. sharing session. and we dozed off. not exactly for me. couldnt really sleep. as you know, i'm not a sleeping bag person. haha. okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;finally! the last day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday, 18th november 2005 [day 3]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woke up early. well, i dont really know what time i woke up, in fact. since i'm always awake throughout the night. yea. lets just say that i finally got out of my sleeping bag around 7.15 am? i'm not really sure. yea. packed our stuff, then went to wash up. went for fall-in. then we had fried beehoon for breakfast. went up to the ava for a talk by ms tan. it was quite interesting. really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after her talk, i think all the guides in the board decided to go for gudies. yea, they did structure. i carried blue-greens and tied a square lash. yes, i needed to make sure that i dont forget how to tie a high quality square lash. yea. then, we had lunch. yea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it rained after lunch. flag was taken down. then the gudies had some skit practice. yea. anyway, at that time, i was thinking if i ought to stay for guides or not since my eyelids were drooping. but anyhow, i'm glad i stayed for the entire meeting. i really had fun pulling mrs tan's leg to get her to come down for the mini performance. and yes, i had fun too during our plc item. yea. haha. really, sad when mrs tan gave her short speech of farewell. i think i teared a teeny weeny bit. yea. then, finally i got home. finally. we're reaching to the end of the entry also. haha. had dinner. turned on the com. skipped the 7 pm show. kinda boring nowdays. and yeps, that's all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's hp and t.c.o.s. tonight. hahaha, moaning myrtle. i think i should end here and return to harry potter and friends. they've been waiting for me. and yes, i need to find the way to get to st. john hq.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is the longest entry ever. oh by the way, does anyone knows where i can get a gunny sack? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-3.39 pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;tmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113247231644261010?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113247231644261010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113247231644261010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113247231644261010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113247231644261010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113206464354797000</id><published>2005-11-15T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:24:03.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mixed emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113206464354797000?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113206464354797000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113206464354797000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113206464354797000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113206464354797000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/11/mixed-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113196391405158842</id><published>2005-11-14T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:38:55.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. finally we're back to a monday. gasps. that means we've already reached the third week of the hols. oh, man. the weekends weren't too bad. i mean weekends are just weekends to me. saturday. went for jacqueline's confirmation at svdp. sunday. was supposed to go for a dip into the pool. but ended up not going. instead i was cooped up at home finishing up the remaining chapters of the cos. today. went for guides in the morning. had morning pt. gees. it's been ages since i last did push-ups and sit-ups. yea. thank goodness we didnt have any reach-for-your-toes kind of excercise, otherwise known to many as sit-and-reach. in case you didnt know by now, i'm kinda inflexible and rigid physically. after that most of the cf components began their work today. yea, i'm back to those days in past when i used to reek of nothing but some &lt;em&gt;nice-smelling&lt;/em&gt; liquid. they call it kerosene.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;yeps. soaked the firewoods and laid them to dry in the morning sun. however, the rain had to dampen the woods. many thanks to those who helped to bring them into the shelter. then, there was a not-too-long-and-not-too-short session of footdrill in the canteen. and shuyi has devised some sort of a system whereby it enables the guides to jerk their hands down after rihakan diri (correct spelling?) more uniformly. went to keep the firewoods after footdrill. then it was fall-out at 12. yes, i guess that's about it for today. oh by the way. i've got some glad tidings to share. froggerina finally came into my world today. hahaha. yes, i'm trying to rekindle our love for each other that was lost for a exactly a month. she looks good, okay. and i'm not attempting to bluff or convince myself that she looks good. anyway, i think i ought to get myself out of all that craze for those greenish soft, magnetic creatures. sigh. what's with me nowadays? seriously. i'm not only talking about me and the craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urghhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113196391405158842?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113196391405158842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113196391405158842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113196391405158842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113196391405158842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113160068143214632</id><published>2005-11-10T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T13:40:52.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to date, i have blogged a total of two hundred entries. right. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cor blimey, i think i just rubbed something into my right eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a quick recap on what happened during the past few days. monday, guides and am lessons. tuesday, went to eec in the morning to collect the certificates. then to school for more am lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, wednesday, 09 november was a barrel of fun. yes, woke up at some unearthly hour of the morning. reached school really early for some reasons. i don't know why i'm suddenly being an early bird nowadays. okay. had the annual prefects' camp with the primary school leaders. erm. the camp began with some introduction on quotes by various famous worldwide leaders. well, i must say they were mostly the previous presidents of the United States. followed by you know, the usuals. ice breakers. played moving butts, double wacko, and the blanket game. argh, double wacko, i've got nothing to say about that. far too exciting and out of the blue, i guess. after that, the primary school people had some tag making session. some guides were doing structure at that time too. great pity that it was time to leave for am lessons. two hours of am when the rest were having fun at the scenarios. ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after am. returned for lunch with the rest of the am people. i like the cauliflower and its gravy. okay. erm. after that was another i-don't-know-what-to-say moment. thank goodness, vic was there to do the talking. the secondary school prefects were seated behind playing some i-don't-know-what games. yes, haha. the murderer was damn funny lah. that was when i really went &lt;u&gt;ROFL&lt;/u&gt;. [yes, i have a reason for that greater emphasis.] no one guessed who the murderer was and it was really funny when no one started the game. hahaha. sam lee's expression was extremely hilarious when they played some game involving water bottles. haha, what a frontbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the mini courses, they had the zipper game. erm, yea, nothing much. just transporting the person from one end to the other. what happened after the zipper game? was it tea? anyway, i think it was tea. erm, went to the den to get basins. it was another funny moment. haha. we decided to be funny by pouring the basin of water on one another even before the game started. really, it was madness. everyone was on a water-pouring spree. hahaha. it was a sight to behold. people running around pouring water on another and running away from those with the basin of water in their hands. hahaha. the canteen was in a state of total chaos. no doubt, like most people, i was drenched to the skin too. from my hair to my socks. how nice is that? but it was all in the name of fun. really. was really proud of myself when i ended the umbrella game with the &lt;strong&gt;GRAND FINALE&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHA. that really was the best part of the day. having to see someone, whose hair was dripping wet non-stop. unfortunately, i didnt exactly bring with me the complete set of the essentials required after the game. yes, yes. i was not thoroughly dry till i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day ended with some evaluation, presentation of certificates for the primary school people, and a couple of three-cheers. yes, got home. took a bath for the second time. then lazed around. dinner. did some stuff. and off to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113160068143214632?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113160068143214632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've progressed to &lt;em&gt;the chamber of secrets. &lt;/em&gt;rejoice. will post a proper entry soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113136043175223437?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113136043175223437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113136043175223437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113136043175223437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113136043175223437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rebekah Powell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113115872464166202?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113115872464166202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113115872464166202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113115872464166202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113115872464166202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/11/facade-smile-on-outside-is-really-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEED &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&amp;amp;M'S &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOW&lt;/u&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-6987747.post-113066811803557070</id><published>2005-10-30T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:36:42.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's quite sad huh. the way people see things. sigh. if that's the case, then there's nothing i can do to change their mindsets. never mind, just kinda disappointed in certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. thaddea got me stuck onto listening to that cantonese song. nonono, i'm not into canto-pop or something. i haven't got any cantonese blood in me. and thanks to her jay chou's songs, the battery of my mp3 device is running flat at a tremendous rate. jay chou &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; sing after all. all right, i shall change the perception that i used to have of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my chocoate-chip cookies. i'm sure they miss me too. the many weeks of total abstention from chocolates have been especially difficult for me, okay. think of those little artificially-coloured yet at the same time the colours exude so much vibrancy m&amp;ms. no one can ever deny the pleasurable sensation and the satisfaction derived from popping them into your mouth. especially when they melt in your mouth. ahhh. talk about popping things in your mouth. i'm finally done with my capsules that had the worst-ever pungency one would ever experience when popping into one's mouth. really, it was a bad, bad, bad experience. all the medical traumas. okay, i shall exaggerate no further. but seriously, they smelled really horrid. i miss my m&amp;amp;ms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;term 4 has officially come to an end. i guess everyone knows that by now. nothing much has happened these days. finally watched &lt;em&gt;flightplan &lt;/em&gt;on friday. an important lesson that i will never forget. never think of binge eating if you can't. yes yes, i've realised that finishing up a medium-sized tub of popcorns is beyond my stomach's capability. haha. anyhow, i still love them. i don't mind if it's sweet or salted. so long they are popcorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school for duties on saturday. reached there especially early for some reasons. 6.48 am, to be exact. yeps. after that, rushed to novena. thankfully, i was on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got out of bed only at 10 this morning after thinking about some stuff while lying on it. yea. nothing much though. read the papers. had breakfast. did some work. and here i am seated in front of this computer which tried to be funny with me last evening. it's pretty much obedient now. tomorrow's the first day of the vacation. oh please, let the days pass as slowly as possible. i don't want next week to be the first day of 2006. i will collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can mynahs have low resistance to avian flu? ah, poor mynahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113066811803557070?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113066811803557070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113066811803557070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113066811803557070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113066811803557070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-quite-sad-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113042036129006922</id><published>2005-10-27T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:40:45.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Dr. Seuss (American Writer and Cartoonist best known for his collection of children's books. 1904-1991)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113042036129006922?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113042036129006922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113042036129006922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113042036129006922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113042036129006922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-cry-because-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113033352112856024</id><published>2005-10-26T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:39:27.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm. the week has been pretty all right, i guess. well, at least you don't get the jitters anymore. uh huh, the review of our exams. so that's what we've been doing in school since last week. the same goes for monday [24 oct] too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday morning was spent doing lit corrections, yada yada yada. then played a little of uno. haha, i simply made a complete fool of myself. yes, yes. bet they had a good laugh at me. was finally spared to go for recess after someone managed to uno. haha. thank goodness, otherwise we would have continued paying uno at the expense of our recess time. ridiculous, right? haha. recess was some very unfortunate incident. uh huh. shan't elaborate on it. good for those people who saw it. for those who are clueless, let's move on with the rest of the entry okay? after recess, went for some 'getting to your house committee' stuff. and i can't believe i played the games. yes, haha. charlene managed to step on my balloon. what a doll! went back after a short meeting. i had so many regrets for that day okay. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. wednesday, 26 oct. pickle ball competition was called off due to the rainy weather. hmmm. went to the hall for some movie marathon. not exactly, but sort of. the first movie was &lt;em&gt;honey &lt;/em&gt;and the second was &lt;em&gt;pirates of the carribean. &lt;/em&gt;yes, yes. quite a number of people went ga-ga over the 'heart-throb' in the latter when he appeared. better known as 'pirate jack sparrow'. correct? during the movie, the overwhelming whiff of oreos made my stomach flipped three sixty, all right. but yea, i resisted the temptation of putting them in mouth since i was having very nasty coughs every now and then. recess was next. after that, we had some talk by the prinicipal. yea, it was considered the second one for me. since i've gone through the talk already. pictures of the almost-ready building were shown. in addition, we were also briefed about certain changes that we would be expecting come next year in our new premise. sigh, i will miss having my own classroom. i will miss having the teachers walking into our classrooms instead. i will miss having notices on the whiteboard. i will miss staying in my seat while waiting for the next subject teacher to arrive. i will miss lying my head down on my desk [when there is no lesson going on, of course!]. i will miss possibly everything that we used to take for granted. sigh. i'm not exactly in favour of the homeroom system, honestly. anyway, it will be the 10th year in ij for me next year. in other words, it will be the last. on the brighter side, it would be good to prepare us for the future. however, as i've said, i would very much prefer the original classroom system. that's about it for today, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're having food fair tomorrow. something nice to look forward to. then some cyber wellness stuff. and friday will officially be the last academic day for twenty oh five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113033352112856024?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113033352112856024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113033352112856024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113033352112856024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113033352112856024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-113016055490511874</id><published>2005-10-24T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:29:15.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I Will Be Here for You - Michael W. Smith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you feel the sunlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fade into the cold night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know where to turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know where to turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the dreams you're dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seem to lose their meaning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me in your world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, let me in your world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you need is someone you can hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be sad, you're not alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be here for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll shine a light for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be standing by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be here for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this world of strangers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of cold, unfriendly faces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's someone you can trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh there's someone you can trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be your shelter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll give you my shoulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just reach out for my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reach out for my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my heart will hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be there, there's nothing to fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be here for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll shine a light for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be standing by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be here for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be here for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll shine a light for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be standing by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be here for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll shine a light for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be standing by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be here for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be here for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's an undeniably nice song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-113016055490511874?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/113016055490511874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=113016055490511874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113016055490511874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/113016055490511874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-will-be-here-for-you-michael-w.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112955513203601920</id><published>2005-10-17T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:04:35.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. the weekends were kind of okay, i guess. saturday was spent mostly at home and simply off to novena in the afternoon. uh huh. sunday morning was just another very simple morning, i suppose. evening was something different. spent the evening at grandma's place celebrating her seventy-nineth birthday and of course, catching up with relatives and all. yea. though i must say i think i spent half of the evening stoning. yes, haha. food and all was great. very unfortunate indeed, i had to cut down on my dinner intake when the food has never been so delectable before. i didn't take any roasted duck or curry chicken!! hah. proud of me? [nods head] yep. caught a little of shanghai knights. had the cutting of the cake shortly after that. i thought the cake was rather symbolic as it was an illustration of some chinese immortal [well, i suppose so right? otherwise what can it be?] with some chinese character which means longevity, i believe. plus! plus! me, the cameraphobic person had to cooperate by joining the rest to take pictures. yes, pictures. haha, i must say my cousin's son is extremely adorable. yes, he certainly is very charming and no doubt, very perky too. he loves to walk all around the house. haha. and i think the pair of pants that he wore last night somehow made him even cuter because it was probably a size too large for him. hahaha. i guess that wraps up for sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a wonderrrful day. yes, firstly i thank God for the beauuutiful weather. okay. so i woke up at 7 this morning. was coughing rather badly so that was why i managed to get out of bed early. well, in case you do not know this by now, i'm under the weather &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. yes, for the second time this year. all thanks to the late-night mugging and look what it has done to my immune system. sigh, so much for taking fruits every night. so yes, anyway, woke up, washed up, read the papers, had breakfast, yada yada yada. all the necessary to-do stuff in the morning. okay. left my house at &lt;em&gt;about&lt;/em&gt; 8.35.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;haha. bet the world was still sleeping soundly at then. yes, took the train to ang mo kio. and then 138 and off to 80 mandai lake road! hahaha, yes to singapore's very own zoological gardens. now don't you laugh at the fact that a fifteen-year-old, erm, teen was spending her precious school holiday at a tourist attraction. hahaha. young at heart, heard of it? i love that phrase. yea, i know it's not important for you all to know if i love that phrase or not. okay. reached there. bought the admission tickets. well, i must say that the lady at the ticketing booth was extremely polite. yep, i really appreciate her effort to be courteous. (: okay, entered. and there you go. the world of animals began. i don't think it's possible for me to list down every organisms i saw. but if you like, you should really go down there, yes down there, 80 mandai lake road, and soak yourself up in the splendour of mother nature. though, i must add that the animals over there were rather inert. yes. they aren't really active in the morning. proboscis monkeys are one of the must-sees! yeps, their noses are so cute! they look like horns! haha, okay. after that. had lunch at kfc and then took the bus back to amk and the train home. yeps. so that's about it for today. i guess i should go now. been online for a really long time. okay. see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eeeinwossimi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112955513203601920?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112955513203601920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112955513203601920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112955513203601920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112955513203601920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112935188827661114</id><published>2005-10-15T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T18:25:46.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this morning sucks a great deal. i bet my blood pressure skyrocketed to a deadly level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm trying to forget about every single thing that should not belong to my mind. well, tonight's &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; night for me. rejoice for me, people. sigh, i think i'm going to sleep soon. after i've taken my medication. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not giving a toss about everything from now on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; no retaliation doesnt mean you're the eventual winner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's called the art of invisible strength and i thank the joy luck club for teaching me that. "strongest wind cannot be seen." thank you, lindo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112935188827661114?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112935188827661114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112935188827661114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112935188827661114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112935188827661114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-morning-sucks-great-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112934836421070805</id><published>2005-10-15T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T12:56:17.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the collapse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112934836421070805?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112934836421070805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112934836421070805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112934836421070805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112934836421070805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/10/collapse.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112929862240843201</id><published>2005-10-14T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:03:42.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's friday night. and the weekends are looking great. i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112929862240843201?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112929862240843201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112929862240843201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112929862240843201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112929862240843201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-friday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112920115738642401</id><published>2005-10-13T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:59:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Don't speak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know just what you're saying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So please stop explaining &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't tell me 'cause it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't speak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know what you're thinking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't tell me 'cause it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't speak ; gwen stefani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112920115738642401?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112920115738642401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112920115738642401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112920115738642401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112920115738642401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-speak-i-know-just-what-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112908404157368729</id><published>2005-10-12T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:28:00.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would like to pay a visit to the animals at the singapore zoological gardens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112908404157368729?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112908404157368729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112908404157368729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112908404157368729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112908404157368729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-would-like-to-pay-visit-to-animals.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112902872958668746</id><published>2005-10-11T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:07:53.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY. yes, finally i can say goodbye to the many sleepless nights. having five to six hours of sleep isn't a good experience after all. even if you rely on coffee, it's useless. well, that's for my case. how should i say about the past few days? madness. madness. madness. yes. yes. MADNESS. one word to sum everything up. MAAAAAAAAAADNESS. the amount of stuff to absorb. the extremely limited time you have to study. sorry. i shall tone down now. at least it's over. hmmm. i guess i haven't got anything in mind to blog. however there's something i know for sure. jesse mccartney &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you live and breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you make me believe in myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When nobody else can help&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you live girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My world...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has twice as many stars in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112902872958668746?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112902872958668746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112902872958668746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112902872958668746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112902872958668746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112798589259763325</id><published>2005-09-29T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:24:52.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;why, God?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112798589259763325?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112798589259763325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112798589259763325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112798589259763325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112798589259763325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-god.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112651919551542681</id><published>2005-09-12T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T18:33:06.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can finally set my mind at ease. thank goodness the burden's off my shoulder now. anyway, i ought to be running off soon. this week is going to be really really jam-packed.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sur les ailes de l'amour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vers le haut et au-dessus des nuages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La seule maniere de voler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Est sur les ailes de l'amour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sur les ailes de l'amour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seulement les deux de nous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ensemble flyin 'haut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flyin 'haut vers le haut sur les ailes de l'amour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112651919551542681?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112651919551542681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112651919551542681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112651919551542681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112651919551542681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-can-finally-set-my-mind-at-ease.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112619255837392499</id><published>2005-09-08T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:31:43.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. i apologise for not posting a proper entry for ages. like many out there, i've been rather occupied with work. ironically, the Cambridge International Dictionary of English (that's my english companion at home) has defined the word 'holiday', &lt;em&gt;a time, often one or two weeks, when someone does not go to work or school but is free to do what they want, such as travel or relax.&lt;/em&gt; gees. we can't deny the fact that that's how our way of living is like in singapore, can we? well, not for me at least. hence the little bits of entry here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few weeks have been kind of great, i have to say. in some ways, though. preparations for teachers' day and all. decorating the porch was good fun, though it turned out not really quite what was imagined initially. nonetheless, the effort and enthusiasm was there. most importantly, i guess we all had fun rushing like mad. yeps, not forgetting the feelgood experience of what's like being taller than the ladder. ahem, who ah? (= cheers to the comm and all those who have helped in one way or another! i guess that's the best comm i've ever been. celebrations and everything wasn't all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides me being under the weather, nothing of any importance has really happened. having going around sounding like some bryan adams-wannabe, plus all the incessant coughings wasn't quite a nice experience. to put it in a nutshell for those who haven't a foggiest idea on who bryan adams is, my voice was lost for a couple of days. psst, he's a (well, you can say so for some) talented artiste with his super husky voice as his trademark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, enough of last week. back to the present time. the so-called vacation has been more or less okay. monday morning was a pretty fruitful one spent having am lessons for two whole hours. after that, i guess you could say that it was the time (yes, the time!) we have been waiting for since last saturday. hahaha. i really must thank the two of them for their help and all. yeps, i guess we could barely contain our excitement. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday. had two hours of guides. wednesday. more lessons. thursday. that's today. revision for tomorrow's chinese oral. ahhh. i'm really hoping that i won't stumble on my words. and tomorrow's friday. time is seriously flying at a surpassingly expeditious speed. it was only a week that we welcomed september and now we're almost through with the hols. funny how fast academic year is no doubt, drawing to an end soon. in no time, it will be another new year, having to go through all the months again. indeed, time and tide never wait for any man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this sudden compulsion in me to thank the Lord for the many, many, great things i have been blessed with. i'm extremely thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my family/relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-being able to open my eyes each morning to enjoy life's simple pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-people around me who have made my life so much more special and meaningful. people who have made me laugh and managed to put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the many beautiful days i had this year. mainly:&lt;br /&gt;11th march&lt;br /&gt;26th may&lt;br /&gt;01st july&lt;br /&gt;29th july&lt;br /&gt;05th august&lt;br /&gt;08th august&lt;br /&gt;05th september&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really, i've got many more to add. i'm really grateful for all of them. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, you make me want to praise and thank you even more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sneeky &amp;amp; goonie&lt;/strong&gt;: thanks for the letter, it really made me smile as i was going through it again last night. i'll write back as soon as the exams are over. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joan:&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for always waiting for me during almost every recess. anyway, hope you had the time of your life during your camp with you-know-who. heh. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ailises: &lt;/strong&gt;i'm sorry if i was being so problematic over the phone just now. i guess i can't help but to feel that certain way. thanks for all those days and also for being the thing. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that's a really long entry. i reckon this will be the last entry till the afternoon of 11th october arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112619255837392499?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112619255837392499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112619255837392499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112619255837392499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112619255837392499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112591080203342861</id><published>2005-09-05T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T17:04:33.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was good, wasn't it? (:&lt;br /&gt;kudos to eunice, kaiying and yupei!&lt;br /&gt;haha. we should have more of that next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112591080203342861?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112591080203342861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112591080203342861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112591080203342861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112591080203342861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-was-good-wasnt-it-kudos-to.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112571656934505022</id><published>2005-09-03T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T11:02:49.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yet i've failed again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112571656934505022?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112571656934505022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112571656934505022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112571656934505022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112571656934505022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/09/yet-ive-failed-again.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112565709236850349</id><published>2005-09-02T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:38:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAN. EVERYTHING'S SO SCREWED UP. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the consequences of procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;all the exasperation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112565709236850349?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112565709236850349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112565709236850349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112565709236850349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112565709236850349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/09/man.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112548980806787851</id><published>2005-08-31T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:06:42.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e-e-e-y-e-r .&lt;br /&gt;i don't like my current voice. i want my original voice back. i don't want to be like another betty st. clair, otherwise known as gu ying-ying. and man, i can't stand my throat at all. i dislike going through cough-a-thon over and over again. it's hurting my stomach big time. SIGH. now i know the price to pay when you avoid life's most essential and natural fluid - water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try. life certainly gets funny at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112548980806787851?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112548980806787851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112548980806787851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112548980806787851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112548980806787851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/08/e-e-e-y-e-r.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112515874463274896</id><published>2005-08-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T00:11:42.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>37.3 degrees. finally, thank you. i'm back to normality. well, having going through an afternoon with a temperature of 37.7 degrees yesterday wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. aye, i know 37.7 degrees may not be deemed high to some, but anything above 37.5 degrees is feverish for me. i guess it partially due to what they call, the build-up of 'heat' in your body when you lack sleep. yep, been creeping into bed pretty late for the past few nights. no doubt, i felt like a complete water tanker yesterday. yes, sore throat. but i guess it's not too bad for now. yes, slept with the cooling adhesive thing on my forehead last night. oh well, thank goodness it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks goodness (again) that we don't have any tests next week, otherwise i wouldn't be able to head down to concourse today to get the decorations. yes, call me a know-nothing, or a &lt;em&gt;suaku&lt;/em&gt; since it's my first time going there. yeps, ahahaha. well, i suppose i can also say that it's the first time in my life i've spent such a long time in a shop that sells party stuff and all. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ri 02 cf. i must say that the structure was really good. kudos to the firepit too. for a moment, i felt like a complete fool, and for the other moment, i felt like a windscreen wiper. i guess the fishy felt like one too. the night was kinda good in the sense that i had the chance to taste the sweetness of revenge. heh heh. (: and yes, i think it's good if i turn in soon, otherwise i'll have my temperature back to abnormality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;almost paradise - eric carmen &amp;amp; dean pitchford&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought that dreams belonged to other men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause each time I got close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They'd fall apart again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feared my heart would beat in secrecy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I faced the nights alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, how could I have known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That all my life I only needed you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're knockin' on heaven's door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could we ask for more? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear that I can see forever in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems like perfect love's so hard to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd almost given up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You must have read my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all these dreams I saved for a rainy day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're finally coming true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll share them all with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause now we hold the future in our hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're knockin' on heaven's door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could we ask for more? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear that I can see forever in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in your arms salvation's not so far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's getting closer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Closer every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's almost paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're knockin' on heaven's door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could we ask for more? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear that I can see forever in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're knockin' on heaven's door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could we ask for more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear that I can see forever in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112515874463274896?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112515874463274896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112515874463274896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112515874463274896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112515874463274896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/08/37.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112488034857883269</id><published>2005-08-24T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:48:58.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like the early part of thursdays. please let 9.25 am arrive quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112488034857883269?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112488034857883269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112488034857883269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112488034857883269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112488034857883269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/08/arghh.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112472049670957440</id><published>2005-08-22T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:23:32.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have failed in many ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112472049670957440?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112472049670957440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112472049670957440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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eight days. by golly, it's more than a week. rejoice for i've finally bought my circular stencil after much shillyshallies. life in school has been pretty hunky-dory. yes, hunky-dory, not a hunk in making. but it simply means okay, should you doubt the dictionary i'm using. aahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i've learnt in the following lessons i had this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;english&lt;/strong&gt; : tyranny. say: TEE-ra-nee and not tie-ra-nee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chinese&lt;/strong&gt; : chinese language comprehension now requires a lot of your opinion and general knowledge, instead of going on the usual wholesale-copying spree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emaths&lt;/strong&gt; : our visualiser was attempting to be funny today. it's c-o-m-p-l-e-m-e-n-t-a-r-y angles and i thought it was complimentary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amaths&lt;/strong&gt; : nothing that i can remember of. no, don't get me wrong. i pay great attention in class all right. matrices. now, what's that guy's name? anderson something something?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chem&lt;/strong&gt; : you are strongly advised &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; to use sodium and hydrochloric acid to prepare sodium chloride lest you wish to find yourself becoming an explosive chemical. that would certainly be a sight to remember. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;physics&lt;/strong&gt; : cooling curve. boiling curve. GRAPHS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lit&lt;/strong&gt; : FURTHER SUPRESSION KILLS INDIVIDUAL SPIRIT. think: ying-ying st. clair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;history :&lt;/strong&gt; i managed to remember the doings of nazism for the test. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ss : &lt;/strong&gt;the narrator of the video clips that were shown to us on singapore's early developments on factories and industries sounded like those narrators you hear from cartoons like &lt;em&gt;tweety bird&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;tom and jerry&lt;/em&gt;. my partner thinks it's more like &lt;em&gt;flintstones&lt;/em&gt;. light industries reminded me of the sims city.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cme : &lt;/strong&gt;had an essay as a test. Nicoll Highway's hero, Mr Heng Yeow Peow rescued a total of EIGHT people. i truly laud him for his great sense of valour and nobility.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;you must be thinking that i've got nothing to do to list down every subjects. now you can see that's what i've been doing in school. that's reality for me. yeps, that's how my life is like and is going to be like for as far as i know in the next coming one and a quarter years. so pardon me for saying that 'school's been all right', 'life's kinda okay' etc, cause that's really what school's like for me. everyday's not much of a vast difference. all right, i got to run now. tests. tests. EXAMS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112427857090354435?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112427857090354435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112427857090354435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112427857090354435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112427857090354435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/08/httpblogget.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112419648672479245</id><published>2005-08-16T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:49:09.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will post a proper entry soon. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112419648672479245?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112419648672479245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112419648672479245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112419648672479245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112419648672479245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-will-post-proper-entry-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112360543686914490</id><published>2005-08-09T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:42:25.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt; was something like &lt;em&gt;i-can't-decide-if-it's-good-or-bad&lt;/em&gt;. yes, that sort of thing. well, i guess the rain has brought about a lot of inconveniences. so uh-huh, the morning started off pretty bad. ended up having mass in the hall which wasn't as good as having it in the carpark. yea. er. headed back to class. did some ne activities. -blinks blinks-. how suitable for this occasion. uh huh. so i guess that was how my monday morning went. and it rained again. much heavier this time round. the very last gm we had with petrina and co. yeps. mini celebration after that. went off shortly. CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY was marvellous. &lt;em&gt;just like george's medicine.&lt;/em&gt; (: a great movie for the true chocolate-lovers out there. it was really funny. uh huh. and no doubt, the location of the cinema was a well-hidden one. yes, we were frantically looking for it. ahahaha. plain dummies. so now, you get what i mean when i say 'monday was something like &lt;em&gt;i-can't-decide-if-it's-good-or-bad&lt;/em&gt;'? say yes, all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday. &lt;/strong&gt;public holiday. 09 august. need no further explanations. nothing much happened though. everything's the same. so yeah. there isn't any 'ups' in my life at the moment. anyway, i happened to stumble upon someone's moblog a while ago. and my heart goes out to the person. i mean, i guess i can relate to the happenings in her life, since i've been in her shoes before. in some cases. there seriously isn't a need to go to the extent of taking one's life away over minor matters. she's not the only one who is experiencing it. when there's a will, there's a way. anyway, i'm glad that the person has found a confidant. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lionel Richie - Stuck On You&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuck on you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got this feeling down deep in my soul that I just can't lose &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I'm on my way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Needed a friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the way I feel now I guess I'll be with you 'til the end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I'm on my way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mighty glad you stayed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm stuck on you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been a fool too long I guess it's time for me to come on home &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I'm on my way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So hard to see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That a woman like you could wait around for a man like me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I'm on my way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mighty glad you stayed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I'm leaving on that midnight train tomorrow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know just where I'm going &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've packed up my troubles and I've thrown them all away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause this time little darling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm coming home to stay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm stuck on you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got this feeling down deep in my soul that I just can't lose &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I'm on my way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Needed a friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the way I feel now I guess I'll be with you 'til the end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I'm on my way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm mighty glad you stayed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEREBY DECLARE THAT I DO &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; HAVE ANY ULTERIOR MOTIVES OR WHATSOEVER FOR PUTTING THE LYRICS OF THIS SONG UP.&lt;br /&gt;your understanding is greatly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112360543686914490?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112360543686914490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112360543686914490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112360543686914490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112360543686914490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/08/monday-was-something-like-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112340725610899653</id><published>2005-08-07T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T17:39:33.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"All we'll have to do is give him a triple overdose of my wonderful Supervitamin Chocolate. Supervitamin Chocolate contains huge amounts of vitamin A and vitamin B. It also contains vitamin C, vitamin D, vitamin E, vitamin F, vitamin G, vitamin I, vitamin J, vitamin K, vitamin L, vitamin M, vitamin N, vitamin O, vitamin P, vitamin Q, vitamin R, vitamin T, vitamin U, vitamin V, vitamin W, vitamin X, vitamin Y, and, believe it or not, vitamin Z! The only two vitamins it doesn't have in it are vitamin S, because it makes you sick, and vitamin H, because it makes you grow horns on the top of your head, like a bull. But it does have in it a very small amount of the rarest and most magical vitamin of them all - vitamin Wonka."&lt;/em&gt;  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm perpetually saying the same old stuff. the week is more or less all right. well, what can i say when the life of this 15-year-old is like that? friday night was good. especially when you've got m&amp;amp;ms with you everywhere you go. my toes were seriously aching terribly in germaine's court shoes and mine too. seat-deprivation. overall, it was a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. nothing much though. it was more like a day to catch up on current events. yes, i haven't read the papers since monday. sunday morning. trigo certainly is an absolute monotony. by golly, it's a great wonder how i had managed to keep my eyes unshut for the whole 5400 seconds on non-stop, mind-wrecking trigo teachings. i am finally liberated for the next 7 days. i guess that's about it. tomorrow's celebrations for the nation's 40 years of age. long weekend. weighted with endless amount of homework though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112340725610899653?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112340725610899653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112340725610899653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112340725610899653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112340725610899653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-well-have-to-do-is-give-him-triple.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112325900814416699</id><published>2005-08-06T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:23:28.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm totally pooped out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112325900814416699?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112325900814416699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112325900814416699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112325900814416699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112325900814416699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-totally-pooped-out.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112315459179105323</id><published>2005-08-04T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T19:26:24.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5929/407/320/10204397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;em&gt;charlie and the chocolate factory&lt;/em&gt;. note, it's not my first time reading this bestseller meant for the aged 7 and above okay. i'm not that deprived since childhood. i'm only RE-reading it again. yes yes, i know i should be getting the 5 properties (and more to come) of circles into my head. haha. okay, i'm officially addicted to dahl's books. &lt;em&gt;matilda. the witches.&lt;/em&gt; i know, &lt;em&gt;waverly jong : the rules of the game &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;lena st. clair : the voice from the wall &lt;/em&gt;come first. yeps, so i guess that's basically how this week went so far. tomorrow night's honours day. say hello to the escalator i used to station myself there last year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello mister willy wonka! i want a golden ticket too. wonka's whipple-scrumptious fudgemallow delight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, joan! relax! enough tags! thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112315459179105323?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112315459179105323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112315459179105323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112315459179105323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112315459179105323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/08/current-read-charlie-and-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112289378783656168</id><published>2005-08-01T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:56:28.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's bad if you're having FIVE tests in a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112289378783656168?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112289378783656168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;thanks for yet another memorable night. i really enjoyed myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112265517005947970?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112265517005947970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112265517005947970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112265517005947970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112265517005947970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/07/thanks-for-yet-another-memorable-night.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112255380563846707</id><published>2005-07-28T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:41:49.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. it's like one more day to the weekends. and it's funny how i'm not looking forward to the weekends like how i used to do so in the past. i guess that's how sometimes human beings can be really quick at changing the way they feel. the week has been (again, you must be thinking) more or less pretty all right. in terms of school-related work, there just seems to be a whole long list of things to do. but i guess it's normal and i'm not the only one who is in this situation. erm, however, psychologically, my thoughts have been a whole lot of helter-skelter. i don't know what to say here. but yes, certain things just have to take place now. at this moment when things are going so well. what can we do? sometimes i wish i have the ability to understand those inexplicable reasons pertaining to the things that just have to occur so suddenly and so quickly. seriously, this year has been more than just a wonderful year. but at the same time, i can't deny the fact that it has been a lot like a rollercoaster ride, emotionally speaking. i don't want to receive 2006 so quickly. not that i'm afraid of the big major exams. but rather it's more like there are certain things which i do not want to face on my own. but then again, can i change the way life is planned for me? no. i can't. we all can't. i guess it's just life goes on. you live with it. the way it has been planned for you. on your own. by yourself. only. well, i know the time is running out. i'm aware of that. this is the last week of july. next will be august. 28 days later, it's september. another 4 weeks later, it's october. that's it. then november, then christmas. life is just waking up in the morning, schooling, then home. wake up, school, home. wake up, school, home. the time is just passing at an incredible speed. as the common aphorism goes 'time and tide wait for no man'. it's either now or never. i don't want to fast-forward this reel. i want to spend and cherish each and every day fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you are sensitive enough, the reason to why i'm going for it should come naturally to you. i guess i'm just seizing whatever remaining opportunies that are left before it's too late and when i begin to regret not doing certain things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112255380563846707?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987747.post-112203977305410296</id><published>2005-07-22T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T13:52:34.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the week has been more or less okay. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt; was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; was okay. 0ther than the rainy morning. after school was okay. i mean we did some cip at far east with a bunch of very funny people. -laughs- and i think i was such a disappointment. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday. &lt;/strong&gt;extremely bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday &lt;/strong&gt;was pretty okay. stayed back to prepare for outdoor cooking. haha. turfed the ground. and you could see &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; live pale pinkish slimy earthworm. eeeyer. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday. &lt;/strong&gt;that's today. uh huh. had like a total of 4 periods of a maths for the entire day. woohoo. record broken. rushed down like mad, i tell you. and thank goodness we made it for the fall in. haha. wasn't so bad today. erm, guides meeting as usual. yea, cleaning up of the firepit area, sanding of poles, talk, patrol corners, etc. poor kaiying, ya. finally left the school at 6.36 pm. woohoo. another record broken. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to go or not to go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Blunt - You're Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;----ing high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112203977305410296?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112203977305410296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112203977305410296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112203977305410296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112203977305410296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/07/week-has-been-more-or-less_112203977305410296.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112185221150789492</id><published>2005-07-20T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:40:30.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;amr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112185221150789492?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112185221150789492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112185221150789492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112185221150789492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112185221150789492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/07/amr.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112159300413521954</id><published>2005-07-17T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:37:41.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, i really have nothing to talk about. the week has been pretty all right, i guess. everything's the usual. erm, yeah. i suppose the next few weeks ahead are going to be really tight. uh huh. so yeah, nothing much has happened for the past few days. erm, i'm still the same. although i'm just a bit dented. haha. physically. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112159300413521954?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112159300413521954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112159300413521954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112159300413521954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112159300413521954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/07/haha-i-really-have-nothing-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112090997982959493</id><published>2005-07-09T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:23:48.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5929/407/320/CAC9YNGX1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no school. holiday for the youths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing in particular. school's as usual. everything's the same. after school was something different. i guess it's pointless if i elaborate on it here 'cause i'm sure that no one will get what i'm talking about. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's as usual. &lt;em&gt;bet you had a nice time calculating the hours?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;haha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national young leaders' day 2005. haha, i didnt know they had a day for us. right. the day began with the waking up at 7.40. went to meet the rest at tp mrt. then headed down to expo. super long train ride. basically, we had a talk by 9 speakers. a guinness world record holder for wheelchair push marathon, a music and movement artiste, motivational speaker-cum-chairman , chief executives/directors, international performer etc. the famous, basically. yea, everything ended at 4. rushed to novena. then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday - today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to say. i seriously don't feel like doing certain things. i'm not a forward-looking person like those joy luck club aunties. i know my entry is so dead. cause there's really nothing to talk about in my life. i want to fast-forward my life. i want to get out of those situations quickly. i want to pursue my passion. i want to do other things. i want to skip this phase of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to run away. i want to fall into a deep torpor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112090997982959493?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112090997982959493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112090997982959493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112090997982959493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112090997982959493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/07/monday-no-school.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112046424763479877</id><published>2005-07-04T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:04:07.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The time has come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I close my eyes, and I can see ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day we met.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just one moment, and I knew ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my best friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Do anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've gone so far, and done so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I feel ... like we've always been together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right by my side ... through thick and thin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the part of my life I'll always remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time has come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's for the best I know it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who could've guessed that you and I ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow, someday ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd have to say ... Goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time has come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's for the best I know it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who could've guessed that you and I ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow, someday ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd have to say ... Goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread this coming saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112046424763479877?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112046424763479877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112046424763479877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112046424763479877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112046424763479877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-has-come-i-close-my-eyes-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-112031866645809172</id><published>2005-07-02T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:53:20.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;mental disorientation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't seem to concentrate on what i'm doing. all i know is that i don't want to lose the thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112031866645809172?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987747.post-112029039638032558</id><published>2005-07-02T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T19:27:21.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;here's a brief account of how the first week of school went for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday wasn't that bad, i guess. i can't really remember what happened on monday though. haha. it's kinda okay, i must say. well, i think it's better to be in school after being cooped up at home for a month. then again, school isn't all that nice when there's a whole mountain pile of things to do and deadlines to meet. sigh. not really a bad monday to start the week off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing eventful, i guess. or rather, it's more like nothing much to talk about. except for a few things which i don't want to mention it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, wednesday was good. i mean i finally went for an investiture organised by other schools. haha, i know. loser's the word you have in your head now right? yea, could hardly wait to leave class at 10 minutes to 12. but we ended up leaving school at 10 minutes past 12. emily, that toot and i. haha. hailed a cab down to sjc. man, i'm so glad that driver played class 95 in his cab! okay, i shall take more of those cabs in the future. silver cab's the cab. right. anyway, reached there at about 5 minutes or more so than the scheduled time. led to the library for a few sips of&lt;em&gt; i-don't-know-what-you-call-that-liquid&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;okay, sheesh. we managed to have some interactions. but haha, i don't know what to say. they are no doubt, very hospitable and friendly. yea. and i liked their service. haha, yes, i tried to test something over there. and yes, i'm quite pleased with the results. anyway, this is crap here. met some other familiar faces. one of them was natasha. yea. erm, refreshments in the libraray. and i think we all had a great time poking fun at emily. haha. we had no choice but to abandon her at the end lah. i think that wraps up for wednesday, ya. ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my timetable's changed. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say that this year's youth day celebrations is probably the best i've ever celebrated. haha, simply because i got to experience what it's like being a stone in the room for almost 3 whole hours! 3 whole hours staring into space, listening to class 95, playing with the peg. woohoo, but not all those tickles i got though. erm, yea, basically i was slouching on the couch like a erm, stone with that toot? so yea, that makes it ONLY ONE stone in the room. haha. okay, this is so crap here. struggled with a gastric upset on my way home. can you believe what's like walking all the home with your gastric trying to be funny at the wrong time? sigh, yea it was an experience, but not a pleasant one though. popped some pills immediately i got home. erm, that wraps up for friday, i believe. evening was another rollercoaster ride i had. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there. we've reached saturday. and here i am seated in front of the computer screen, popping nope, not pills, but almonds! what can be worse when they're almonds coated with yea, that sinful thing, cho-co-latt! chocolates. chocolates. i hate you. but i love you sometimes too. note: sometimes. haha, man, this is so crap. as usual. did a little revision on physics. and plus, some other things too. back from novena. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;praise her with a flower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank heaven for our mother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for her gift of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sent from up above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;brightens every hour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the highest tower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shower her with flowers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mother and a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from my grateful hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;accept my humble flower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;man, i'm not exactly enjoying the soul weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you. it's only 2 words and 2 syllables, but it's something i need to say to express my gratitude for all that you've done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-6987747.post-112021527245351304</id><published>2005-07-01T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T18:54:32.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. i don't know what to say, really. a week has gone past just like that. i don't want to welcome 2006 so quickly, but then again, sometimes i wish that olympics 2012 is already over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i'm like kinda occupied with something in my mind right now. and i won't be able to concentrate on updating my blog. so i'll probably be doing it tomorrow. i'm just in this very &lt;em&gt;i-don't-know-how-to-say-it-unless-you-really-know-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;mood that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-112021527245351304?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/112021527245351304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=112021527245351304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112021527245351304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/112021527245351304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/07/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111977626927950270</id><published>2005-06-26T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:57:49.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh, i don't know what to talk about. all that i'm constantly reminded of is the start of the deadly second semester.  tomorrow. seeya 6 days later. or maybe friday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111977626927950270?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111977626927950270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111977626927950270' title='0 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laugh-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially sick of choclolates. guess i'll abstain from them for a couple of months. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's 'lion's head casserole'? by the way, i was just scanning through that piece of flyer which a catering company has distributed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that some stupid cockroach's feelers ran over my toes this morning. no, i didn't faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of listening to 'incomplete' by bsb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally could appreciate bryan adams' croaky voice. i think he and barbara streisand make the best duet together. yes, the best. i'm totally lost in their own world. with bryan's ever-croaky voice added with more than just a pinch of gusto and barbara's oh-so-sweet voice that held me spellbound. &lt;em&gt;this is so rojak here.&lt;/em&gt; basically, i love their song. they make such great singers together in the english music industry. well, as for the chinese music industry, i think real-life couples sally yeh and george lam make it to the top. i guess many are clueless about what i'm talking about unless you're a junkie for such songs. like me. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bryan Adams &amp; Barbara Streisand - I Finally Found Someone&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I finally found someonewho knocks me off my feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i finally found the one who makes me feel complete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it started over coffee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we started off as friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its funny how from simple things the best things begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this time its different, it's all because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its better than it's ever been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause we can talk it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ooo... my favorite line was can i call you sometime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its all you had to say to take my breath away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i finally found someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone to share my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i finally found the one to be with every night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos whatever i do it's just got to be you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life has just begun i finally found someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oooh someone. i finally found someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;did i keep u waiting? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i didnt mind)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i apologize (baby that's fine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will wait forever just to know you were mine (ooh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know i love your hair ( sure it looks right?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love what you wear (isnt it too tight?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're exceptional &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't wait for the rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohh my life has just begun i've finally found someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and whatever i do ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's just got to be you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohh my life has just begun ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've finally found someone ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, i'm not lovesick or in love here. and please also, don't start dragging me into the picture with anyone else. just take me for someone who truly appreciates such soothing songs. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i must have been bonked out to say this. but i think i'm kinda looking forward to school. then again, there's many things i don't want to face. hibernation, hibernation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111960669524620127?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111960669524620127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111960669524620127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111960669524620127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111960669524620127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/that-entry-was-complete-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111949292329307910</id><published>2005-06-23T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T16:50:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;good morning&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;zao an. selamat pagi. bonjour. god morgen. annyong-hi jumushyossumnikka. ohayo gozaimasu. sugeng enjang. shubha prabhaat. guten morgen. selamat pagi. sawatdi torn chao. han zhou. dzien dobry. bom dia. buon giorno. maidin mhaith. gode morweninge. goedemorgen. jo san. aloha kakahiaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a linguist at work. yea right, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;if you happen to see any words here just now other than these, you were probably seeing things. take immediate action now. you can either take some time off to go visit your town's nearest optometrist to get a new pair of glasses or pick up your phone to make an appointment with an ophthalmologist if yours appears to be a serious case. and for mothers-to-be out there (you know who you are!), don't stress yourself out too much okay? prenatal blues are just as common. simply take extra care of yourself and you will soon get used to those blues! *if i'm not wrong, prenatal syndrome also does includes hallucination, &lt;em&gt;that's why you were probably seeing things just now, cousin wong!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;now you see it, now you don't! magic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*with reference to the last statement above, i hereby declare that i have no medical evidence to prove such occurence in motherhood. therefore 3 conclusions can be drawn here: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i do not specialise in gynaecology.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my statement was nothing but nonsense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am not a mother/ grandmother/ great-grandmother/ nanny/ aunty / great-aunty or simply anyone who has already experienced or going to experience motherhood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;o should i really have hit on the nail, you are strongly advised to seek your nearest certified gynaecologist for medical attention without any hesitation. with all my best regards as you begin with this new chapter of your life. &lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-edited at 17:15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111949292329307910?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111949292329307910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111949292329307910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111949292329307910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111949292329307910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111943714547659185</id><published>2005-06-22T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T18:45:45.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cip today with only 5 people initially. frontbone joined us soon before lunch. yeps, and that makes it 6 people for the day. today's the usual. with the exception of the emergency evacuation exercise which we had it at 3. and did i mention how ij girls have a liking for hamsters? haha. yes, the 5 [mainly, jess, nerissa, frontbone, amelia and run jin] of them went ga-ga over the hamsters when they brought them out of their cages. haha, i just stood aside. anyway, i think i do enjoy doing cip at the homes provided i've got all the time. seeing the grannies smiling away reminds me of those fond memories i had of my maternal granny during my childhood days. yea, haven't seen her for a long time due to the tight schedule i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 and a half more day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111943714547659185?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111943714547659185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111943714547659185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111943714547659185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111943714547659185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/cip-today-with-only-5-people-initially.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111934244867027670</id><published>2005-06-21T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:35:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is given to us, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we earn it by giving it.&lt;br /&gt;Let the dead have the immortality of fame, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the living the immortality of love.&lt;br /&gt;Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.&lt;br /&gt;Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 and a half more days.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111934244867027670?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111934244867027670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111934244867027670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111934244867027670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111934244867027670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/life-life-is-given-to-us-we-earn-it-by.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111926401758010909</id><published>2005-06-20T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T14:38:17.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cip today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone please shoot me at this instance. i just had chocolate chip cookies a few minutes ago. aren't they deadly? especially when you consume them at this point of the night. i know a cough is coming my way. strepsils, i need you guys soon. i'm addicted to chocolates. i need a serious workout. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 and a half more days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111926401758010909?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111926401758010909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111926401758010909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111926401758010909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111926401758010909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/cip-today.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111917053292986050</id><published>2005-06-19T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T14:41:27.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think the convention has more or less made an impact on the lives of the people who were involved. yea, after visiting the weblogs of the many people who went for it. it's a whole 4-month preparations and hard work, and all it takes is 2 days to end off everything. however, i think in a way, it did make a difference in our lives to some extent though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like toffees. nope, not another craze again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, the tooty toot has officially turned a week old. yep, happy one week anniversary. haha. too bad, that toot is nowhere to be found. tuition wasn't so bad. i mean i finally did make an effort to stay at least 80% focused throughout the teacher's blabberings on trigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to say this. but don't those people out there who lean against the poles in the mrt trains all the time not realise that the poles do not serve as leaning devices for backbone-less people, but in fact it is structured for the benefit of the commuters, especially the young and the aged to hold on to them while the train travels. sigh. seriously, those self-concerned invidualists lean against the poles as though every part of their backbone will disassemble immediately as soon as they don't find a confortable leaning object to lean against on. the sight of people misusing the poles at the expense of others' safety irks me out totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've just written down a list of events which happened for the past 180 days [it's 6 months, if you're counting now. (:] that made me truly happy. no doubt, this year wasn't all that smooth-sailing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;gotta run now. ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 and a half more days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111917053292986050?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111917053292986050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111917053292986050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111917053292986050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111917053292986050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-think-convention-has-more-or-less.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111907293075821822</id><published>2005-06-18T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T14:40:31.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i've found my passion in other areas. other than visual and theatrical arts and music. not chocolates this time round. haha. they are in fact :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;ce high, august, awesome,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;ang-up, brilliant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt;eremonious, cool, courtly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;ignified, dynamite, distinguished,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;levated, exalted, eminent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt;ab, first-rate, finest, first-class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;rand, grandiose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;mperial, imposing, illustrious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k&lt;/strong&gt;inglike, kingly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;ofty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;agnific, magnificent, marvelous, mind-blowing, monumental,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;oble,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;pulent, outstanding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p&lt;/strong&gt;ompous, princely, pretentious, premium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;egal, royal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;mashing, sovereign, splendid, stately, stunning, sublime, sumptuous, superb, state-of-the-art, supreme, superior,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;errific, transcendent, top-drawer, top-notch, top of the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;w&lt;/strong&gt;orld-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, if only my vocab bank is that rich. if only. seriously, i think i'm deeply in love with them suddenly. and hopefully, i'll be able to consider them as my future avocation. haha, i hope the school's general office is open later? i wanna go hand in my crime prevention work, then i'll pop in novena for service. by the way, how do we start off with the letter? do we start off with 'To: whom it may concern'? i seriously d' know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's something worth reading for chocolate lovers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Active ingredient in chocolate proves good medicine for coughs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a nasty cough? Stop reaching for medicine and grab a piece of chocolate instead. Researchers at the Imperial College of London found recently that an ingredient found in cocoa beans is actually much more effective at suppressing a cough than medicine formulated specifically for that reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theobromine, an alkaloid found in cocoa is the ingredient responsible for not only making cocoa bitter, but stopping coughs in their tracks. Theobromine works by suppressing the nerve activity that causes you to cough. This is great news for consumers concerned about side effects from traditional cough medications as well as chocolate lovers everywhere. Be sure to read the related article, Chocolate is actually a powerful herb used for thousands of years as a healing agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.newstarget.com/002557.html"&gt;news target&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 and a half more days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111907293075821822?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111907293075821822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111907293075821822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111907293075821822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111907293075821822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-think-ive-found-my-passion-in-other.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111900174365077664</id><published>2005-06-17T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T14:38:48.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back home now. how nice. another meeting with the cardiologist come this july. the 20th. that means i've got to leave school early. sigh. good thing it's a wednesday, though. well, it's still quite far ahead, so i guess i shall refrain from thinking so much. it's only a routine checkup, so there really isn't a serious need of much frets. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think there's much things to be done online nowadays. mailbox checked. blog updated. nothing much though. looks like it's kinda pointless to go online that often and for a long period of time since my co-prankster, kakorrhaphiophobia no. 2 is out of town. sigh. last night was good. in the sense that, we managed to play pranks on charlene and mister wong though they left us the conversation after a short while. i have the tendency of spelling 'ja&lt;u&gt;r&lt;/u&gt;karta'. i d' know why. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a day whereby i have no idea how to describe it. &lt;em&gt;i d' know. &lt;/em&gt;i was taken for a ride. i was taken for an emotional rollercoaster ride time and time again. sigh. it's can be really difficult to let go certain things. and the songs which i usually listen to keep me drowned even deeper into sorrows. &lt;em&gt;if you're not here by my side. &lt;/em&gt;i have no clue on who the singer is. nah, please don't get the wrong impression of me. i'm not some silly lovesick fool here. &lt;em&gt;i'm foolish fool, remember? &lt;/em&gt;it's just that i listen to songs whereby only a minority group of teens can appreciate. no no, don't start thinking of classicals. i think less than a handful will ever get what i'm trying to say here though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How blue can I get&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could ask my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn all apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A million words couldn't say just how I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A million years from now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I'll be lovin' you still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- taken from &lt;em&gt;nobody knows&lt;/em&gt; by tony rich project.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, woke up real early today. haha, needed to convey some last-minutes messages to various people. and yes, there was this stupid thing about me yesterday. i was only taking my nap, and when i woke up, i thought i had overslept till the next morning. the time says 6.35 pm, but it seemed so bright. so i thought it was already morning, when i had only taken a nap of 30 minutes. get it? no? 2 options. you can forget about it or go ask charlene. haha. i guess i shall end here then. ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, another sad song coming my way. &lt;em&gt;right here waiting &lt;/em&gt;by richard marx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT'S LESS THAN 7 MORE DAYS, MORNIC MORON! more like, let's see approximately 149 hours left to your arrival in sunny island. [today: &lt;strong&gt;17 hours &lt;/strong&gt;left. next 5 days&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; 24 x 5 =&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;120 hours.&lt;/strong&gt; then the 7th day: &lt;strong&gt;12 hours&lt;/strong&gt; more to 12 noon. so, &lt;strong&gt;17 + 120 + 12 =149 hours&lt;/strong&gt;] are my calculations making any sense here? haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111900174365077664?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111900174365077664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111900174365077664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111900174365077664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111900174365077664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-home-now.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111884883098428398</id><published>2005-06-15T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:23:03.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back from day 1 of convention. and i'm really really drained out physically. and maybe mentally too. i just dozed off on my bed about an hour ago. i wanna go back to sleep now. i really really want to. but i know i can't. more like i'm not allowing myself to do so. time management is something i need to master. yes, i know how often people tell us to prioritise our tasks, blah blah blah. the same old advice. but there's seriously a mountain pile of things to do with the lack of :&lt;br /&gt;` time.&lt;br /&gt;` energy.&lt;br /&gt;` motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where Do Broken Hearts Go - whitney housten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's been some time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's something on my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see, I haven't been the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since that cold November day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We said we needed space&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all we found was an empty place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the only thing I learned &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that I need you desperately...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here I am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And can you please tell me... oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do broken hearts go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can they find their way home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to the open arms &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of a love that's waiting there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if somebody loves you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't they always love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know that you still care, for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been around enough to know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That dreams don't turn to gold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that there is no easy way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No you just can't run away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what we have is so much more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than we ever had before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no matter how I try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're always on my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now that I am here with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look into your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I know, now I know... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP PLEASE. i wanna go back to the time where nothing bothers me at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111884883098428398?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111884883098428398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111884883098428398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111884883098428398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111884883098428398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-back-from-day-1-of-convention.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111866113622909114</id><published>2005-06-13T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T19:12:17.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. the day started off early at 6.35 am. really proud of myself this time for not oversleeping. honestly, i was very tempted to do it, though. haha. had breakfast then rushed off to the bus interchange to meet the rest. catherine was the earliest. along the way, frontbone was being very &lt;em&gt;gnog &lt;/em&gt;as usual again. haha. reached the home shortly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a briefing as soon as we reached the place. and when the home's manager told me to pay extra attention to the talk [so that i could tell the rest the next time they come], she said that i was being so serious! like huh? i was simply listening to her attentively and yet she said that i was being too serious lah. right. i think i'm gonna change to a pair of totally funk&lt;u&gt;aye&lt;/u&gt; and atypical kind of specs when the time calls for a new one. i'll try to go loud and wild on colours? like orange, yellow or green? so that they will not take me for a serious, no-nonsense geek. -laughoutloud- (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some mild excercises with the seniors. they were totally awesome and enthusiastic about it. i'm glad to see them all forward-looking in life and yes, a very meaningful one they're leading. many of them looked kinda contented, however there was one who didn't seem to be pleased with the fact that she had to be confined to the chair she was seated on as according to the centre, she tends to fall easily and so her movement had to be restricted. as a result, she was making quite a scene throughout the morning. yep. served them lunch, then had our own lunch at a hawker centre which was only across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nap time for the seniors. then had some physiotherapy session for them after that. glad to see most of them enjoying every moment of it. yep, i guess they were pretty independent too. attempted to interact with them with my super broken dialect. haha. had a talk with goonie as well. then went to the bus-stop to fetch the cousin, gekshan and vanessa. &lt;em&gt;haha, mrs wong was nowhere in sight. &lt;/em&gt;everything ended at about 4.30 pm. kinda surprised that it ended an hour earlier. really glad to go to the extra mile to make their day extra special, though there were times where we really had nothing to do. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i gotta say that i definitely appreciate all those heart-to-heart conversations, not only last night's. it's very rare having a genuine person to talk things out with. thank you. and sorry for not being able to go online tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111866113622909114?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111866113622909114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111866113622909114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111866113622909114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111866113622909114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111856923442942034</id><published>2005-06-12T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T17:44:32.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my teeth is working so hard for me. haha, i'm choking myself with m&amp;ms once again. ah, this month is so packed with so many things. sigh. currently into melvyn bragg's books. &lt;em&gt;the soldier's return,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;a son of war &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;crossing the lines. &lt;/em&gt;they're all basically about, war. uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday - cip.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - cip.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - convention.&lt;br /&gt;thursday - convention.&lt;br /&gt;friday - guides ; pig's flying off to its birth place. &lt;em&gt;sty no. 2 ? haha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday - dad's day.&lt;br /&gt;monday - cip ; deadline for crime prevention project work. [by 10 am]&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - ?&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - ?&lt;br /&gt;thursday - cip.&lt;br /&gt;friday - ?&lt;br /&gt;saturday - ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else's happening come the next few weeks?&lt;br /&gt;when's school gonna reopen again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh, i'm still lagging behind my crime prevention's project. and plenty of homework and revision to catch up. and i've gotta devote my time to some other stuff too. ahhh. is this life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much i guess. before i forget, today's the day when a tooty toot was born!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha, geddit mornic moron?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, shall end here then. sighs are never-ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111856923442942034?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111856923442942034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111856923442942034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111856923442942034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111856923442942034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-teeth-is-working-so-hard-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111814168419690861</id><published>2005-06-07T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:33:07.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sheesh. i have yet to search for an ideal layout. anyway, i just sort of completed my compre and wow, i must salute sir edmund hillary man. yea, he's the one of the kind. erm, i don't know what's up with me. but i've been oversleeping nowadays. i think it must be a sign not to stay up till the wee hours of the night/morning too much. ahaha. yea, but i still made it to school on time. given that i had only 30 minutes to rush to school. today was sadly the last patrol meeting we're ever gonna organise together. ahaha. everyone seemed kinda unalive though. found out many outrageous things which happened during the past few days of my absence which somehow got me involved too. what's becoming of the world man. sheesh. ahaha. returned to my homeland with pig. and here my entry is being stared at by all. ahaha. nothing much, i guess. the big day is coming soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your wish is granted. surely you are satisfied now? sigh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by the way, i didn't cough into your face or whatever methods whereby my germs could be spread to you okay. in fact, i don't remember myself coughing or sneezing or spitting or ... okay fine lah, lets keep an arm's length away from each other the next time we meet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;no wait, make it more than an arm's length.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand tall, stand proud!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voices that care are crying out loud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you close your eyes tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel in your heart how our love burns bright &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-voices that care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111814168419690861?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111814168419690861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111814168419690861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111814168419690861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111814168419690861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/sheesh.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111805100896230279</id><published>2005-06-06T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:43:29.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. i need vics mediloz now. my throat is sooore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111805100896230279?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111805100896230279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111805100896230279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111805100896230279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111805100896230279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111798140156880253</id><published>2005-06-05T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:27:44.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;the most embarrassing moment of the week&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fall almost flat to the ground in my haste&lt;br /&gt;attempt to get through the spiderweb&lt;br /&gt;challenge during the camp.&lt;br /&gt;-laughoutloud-&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm treating a bruise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111798140156880253?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111798140156880253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111798140156880253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111798140156880253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111798140156880253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/most-embarrassing-moment-of-week-to.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111796210180981177</id><published>2005-06-05T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:19:47.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got a few declarations to make : &lt;strong&gt;I'M NOT A SCARY  TYRANT PLEASE &lt;/strong&gt;[urgh]&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I'M BACK IN MY HOMELAND&lt;/strong&gt;, feeling great and &lt;strong&gt;I'VE ALSO BECOME THE MOZZIES' GOOD PAL. &lt;/strong&gt;and!&lt;strong&gt; CLASS 95'S PLAYING REALLY REALLY NICE SONGS, AND I'M ENJOYING THEM TO THE CORE! &lt;/strong&gt;this's the one they're playing now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow - Chicago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me as I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put your hand in mine now and forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling here I stand, stand before you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep inside I always knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was you, you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two hearts drawn together bound by destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was you and you for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every road leads to your door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every step I take forever more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just say you'll love me for the rest of your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta lot of love and I don't want to let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you still love me for the rest of my life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I can't go on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I can't go on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't go on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I'm on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me as I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put your heart in mine, stay with me forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I am just a man who never understood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never had a thing to prove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till there was you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then it all came clear so suddenly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How close to you that I wanna be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you believe a love could run so stong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you believe a love could pass you by?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was no special one for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was the lonely one, you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then my heart lost all control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you're all that I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, the last time i heard it was ages and ages ago ok. it's a pity that i've got only from now till midnight to enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;glam girls &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;koma ma, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oleh oleh ah ah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;glam girls koma ma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oleh oleh ah ah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;s-o-l-i-d,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;solid, that's what we are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;s-u-p-e-r,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;super, that's what we are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;solid solid, [claps claps]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;super super, [claps, claps]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;solid super,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pi-ka lai-ya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pi-ah pi-ah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pi-ka lai-ya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pi-ah pi-ah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;split the 'v'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dot the 'i'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;curve the c-t-o-r-y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[11 claps]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;glam girls!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[screams]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday, 03 june 05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembled at the guides house. reached there a few teeny weeny minutes earlier. registered. off to camp christine in our chartered bus. and! the journey was looong! took about 50 minutes to reach there. and yes, true enough, the place was totally isolated. settled down in this place called olave hall. had ice breakers. got to know our sub-camp members better through them. had many tea breaks too. (: and soon was lunch. and my patrol had to do the serving. had nais lemak. and a banana after that. &lt;em&gt;no, banana is not my favourite fruit alright. &lt;/em&gt;after lunch was gadget-making sessions. square lashes, that's all. made shoe-racks, luggage-racks, clothes line. then tea again! oh yes, we checked into our dorms before lunch! the dorms were very english-styled. wooden planks and all. and yes, i slept on the 2nd level &lt;u&gt;for the first time!&lt;/u&gt; hahaha. then after tea was basically sing-a-long time. you know those usual campfire songs and all. yeps. bath time. pretty flexible. then dinner! it was erm, let me recall yea... rice with veggies and chicken and yada yada. after dinner, clear up the kitchen and then had some craft sessions. origami and balloon sculpture. and yes, i have a phobia of balloons. but i sorta did try to twist and turn them okay! (: supper. then supposed to be lights out. but no, not exactly. called charlene and pig. but alas, the latter was already in the sty asleep. (: then erm, had some sharing sessions amongst the various guides from rv, anderson, ngee ann. got to learn &lt;u&gt;a lot&lt;/u&gt; from them. only went to bed at 2 am. and haha, woke up in the middle of the night. 3.55 am. guess i wasn't used to sleeping at such a high level. but yea. it was an experience lah. and oh! did you know that there were &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; bats in the dorm before that! and when i woke up, i could hear rather clearly some twitching sounds! ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday, 04 june 05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;officially got out of the bed at 6.20 am. had colours. morning excercise. breakfast. which was basically bread and various spread of your choice. &lt;em&gt;peanut butter!&lt;/em&gt; switched over the sleeping areas. meaning we were gonna sleep in the canvas. briefing for outdoor cooking. made pizza for my patrol! thought i was gonna screw up the pizza! but no! i didn't! (: hahaha, others tufted the ground for the cooking pit. brownies helped out in the wrapping of chicken with honey plus choclate bananas! &lt;em&gt;CHOCOLATES + BANANAS!&lt;/em&gt; lunch was good. i guess i gotta say that was the best lunch i ever had in a camp! made kebabs too. area clean-up. rest time. then it was patrol challenge. had 7 stations to go through. we managed to finish all on time. the games were kinda original and unique, i guess. tea again. then discussed about the cf item. dinner. laid out the meal ring which was laying out of ground sheets in a circle! cool right? practised again. then soon it was 15 mins to 8 and then made our way to the cf area. had games and you know all those cf stuff. cheers. songs. yeps. our item was stupid in a funny way! and that's the good thing about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;peanut peanut butter! jelly!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;peanut peanut butter! jelly!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;peanut peanut butter! jelly!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;had coh after that. then bathed. then talked a little with the other guides and off to sleep. i must say that it was good sleep as i slept rather peacefully till the next morning. and oh! last night was bats right? that night, we had wandering dogs in the compound okay!! i mean dogs! and not other minute harmless puppies! and thankfully, i wasnt disturbed at my sleep as i was just right next to the entrance of the canvas! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday, 05 june 05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;woke up. had colours at 7.20 am. and i must say that the flag was well-broken! it was such a smooth process, unlike ours which we had to struggle in order to break it. so yea. morning excercise. breakfast. struck the canvas. it was a great learning experience. as it was like our first time striking a canvas. (: with work delegation and cooperation, we managed to complete many things. erm, everything and all plus area combing ended around 11. had debrief-cum-evaluation. prize-giving was next! and thanks to the zhenghua guides who helped us to do the flag, we emerged as the winner of the flag design competition! yay. had photo-taking sessions. and home sweet home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sorry, if this is a kinda boring and gramatically-wrong entry. will let you know more in time to come. i can't really remember now. hahaha, i gotta think through thoroughly. but unfortunately, i gtg rush for dinner now. so pardon me should there be any grammatical errors. bye. (: and yes, will also link those newly-made friends soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111796210180981177?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111796210180981177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111796210180981177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111796210180981177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111796210180981177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-got-few-declarations-to-make-im.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111771765497961282</id><published>2005-06-02T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T21:12:57.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. the place seems so deserted and isolated. it's surrounded by nothing but farms. crocodile farms. jurong &lt;u&gt;fog&lt;/u&gt; farm. marine fish farm. singapore dairy products. dragon fish industry. radio transmitting centre. factories. industrialised sites. warehouses. kranji reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i'm not sure if i'll enjoy my stay. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why did i get myself into this? will sunday please quickly arrive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;friday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;saturday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111771765497961282?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111771765497961282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111771765497961282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111771765497961282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111771765497961282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111771083281348481</id><published>2005-06-02T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:16:15.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOODBYE BOREDOM,&lt;br /&gt;HELLO ICE BREAKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE ELECTRONIC GADGETS,&lt;br /&gt;HELLO GADGETS-MAKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE PILLOW AND FRIENDS,&lt;br /&gt;HELLO DORMS AND CANVAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE DRAMA SERIALS,&lt;br /&gt;HELLO CRAFTS-MAKING SESSIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE HOME-COOKED FOOD,&lt;br /&gt;HELLO OUTDOOR-COOKED FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODBYE HOMELAND, HELLO CAMP CHRISTINE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the next 2 1/2 days. haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. unfortunately, the right side of my neck is aching now. anyway, as i was packing my 'luggage' a while ago, [ in fact i'm still in the midst of packing! ] i've realised that there isn't much stuff to bring. haha. well, more like i'm trying to minimise the number of items to bring along with me. nothing much to blog about i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- Tommy Page&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember the day you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Something was calling you&lt;br /&gt;I could read it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You told me that someday we'd meet again&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside i always knew&lt;br /&gt;This was the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember those words you claimed&lt;br /&gt;as I stood in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;when i showed my heart would never be the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you told me time will always heal the pain&lt;br /&gt;bring the sun and dry the rain&lt;br /&gt;we need time to solve and think our problems through&lt;br /&gt;you told me time is always on my side&lt;br /&gt;to turn the season, change the tide&lt;br /&gt;things work out with time if you want them to&lt;br /&gt;why can time makes me stop&lt;br /&gt;loving you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it wasn't very easy when you left&lt;br /&gt;every mention of your name would get me so upset&lt;br /&gt;I trapped my emotions deep inside&lt;br /&gt;I acted like I didn't care&lt;br /&gt;with hopes this would subside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember those words you claimed&lt;br /&gt;as I stood in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;when i showed my heart would never be the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you told me time will always heal the pain&lt;br /&gt;bring the sun and dry the rain&lt;br /&gt;we need time to solve and think our problems through&lt;br /&gt;you told me time is always on my side&lt;br /&gt;to turn the season, change the tide&lt;br /&gt;things work out with time if you want them to&lt;br /&gt;why can time makes me stop&lt;br /&gt;loving you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;I live my life just wasting time&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that someday&lt;br /&gt;I can say the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time will always heal the pain&lt;br /&gt;bring the sun and dry the rain&lt;br /&gt;things work out with time&lt;br /&gt;if you want them too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time will always heal the pain&lt;br /&gt;bring the sun and dry the rain&lt;br /&gt;we need time to solve and think our problems through&lt;br /&gt;you told me time is always on my side&lt;br /&gt;to turn the season changes the tide&lt;br /&gt;things work out with time&lt;br /&gt;if you want them too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why can time makes me stop&lt;br /&gt;loving you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. see yall on sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111771083281348481?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111771083281348481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111771083281348481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111771083281348481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111771083281348481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/06/goodbye-boredom-hello-ice-breakers.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111755198857805336</id><published>2005-05-31T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:06:28.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3 quotes to ponder about:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Exaggerated sensitiveness is an expression of the feeling of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;inferiority.&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Alfred Adler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`The feeling of inferiority rules the mental life and can be clearly recognized in the sense of incompleteness and unfulfillment, and in the uninterrupted struggle both of individuals and humanity.&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Alfred Adler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`It is... axiomatic that we should all think of ourselves as being more sensitive than other people because, when we are insensitive in our dealings with others, we cannot be aware of it at the time: conscious insensitivity is a self-contradiction. - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W. H. Auden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111755198857805336?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111755198857805336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111755198857805336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111755198857805336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111755198857805336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/05/3-quotes-to-ponder-about-exaggerated.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111736429544216087</id><published>2005-05-29T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T19:32:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jambo. [it means hello in the south african language, by the way. not any word for fruits, elephants, or whatsoever. well, i think i've explained that before right? (: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been two days since my last entry. anyway, i didn't really enjoy this weekend's 95's genre as much as i did for the previous few. party weekend, if you're wondering. &lt;em&gt;eeeyer.&lt;/em&gt; sounds really terrible to my ears. haha. oh my, like camp FLAG [supposedly to stand for &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;un &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;earning &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nd &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;rowth.] is coming up &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; friday? and i'm so not prepared, yes. both, mental-wise and physical-wise! i've not even started packing my bag! neither am i prepared to be so far away from my place! i'm gonna miss everything and everyone in my homeland, my bed and the contents on it (: , my friends - the chocolates; the grasses; the twigs, the computer, any source of free-flowing music, yada yada. laughoutloud. i'm exaggerating lah. i'm sure it'll be a good experience. (: hopefully, i'll be able to complete 4/5 of my vacation assignments by then. how i wish. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111736429544216087?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111736429544216087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111736429544216087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111736429544216087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111736429544216087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/05/jambo.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111718430058090440</id><published>2005-05-27T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T17:06:59.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time's now 3.25 pm and i shall blog now after much net-surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say that the past few days were rather eventful and well-spent. [ haha, i can't think of any better adjectives. /: ] yes yes, surely everyone should know this by now. ij, yes ij had the most talk-about event of the year last night. [if you are usually like me, who always loses track of the days of the week, here's for you : 26 may 05, wednesday, no need for a thank-you. my plaesure. afterall, we're one of a kind? (:] the bracket-ed statement is so three-horizontal-lines-ed. get it? yes? good for you then. no? forget it then. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday after attending the personal grooming/deportment course, off to kallang we went! haha, i must say germaine's one with a superb sense of humour. yea, it was funny talking to her about the history of some singapore satellite towns and streets. haha, like woollerton drive was named woollerton drive because of the sheeps which used to exist there? and me asked "are those the ba-ba-black sheeps?" and after a quick-witted response from her, she said that those were white sheeps and not black ones as the white sheeps' wools are more-preferred in singapore 'cause the black sheeps' wools are able to absorb the heat from the sun. like haha? [ if this paragraph happens to be read by someone with a somewhat similar mentality as that of frontbone's, just a little tip you wanna note, that was just a fabricated history of germaine's residential area ok? ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, took bus no. 16 to the theatre with the rest. and yes, more lame jokes and laughter drifted in the carbon monoxide-filled air at the bus-stop. [ afterall, we're ij girls, what do you expect? (: ] well, i must it wasn't a long journey which i kinda expected at first. lucky lucky sec 2s who were lucky to have a ride from bill's 7-seater automobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was lost. very lost, in fact. i mean, upon reaching kallang theatre. all we saw was frontbone and her dad and some other parents-helpers. the stairways were &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; mazy, i tell you. it was kinda deserted too. think: tomb-like silence. get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was served for us. had some brief briefing and watched the rehearsals. and some explorations along the way through the mazy mazes. [ am i trying so hard to build my vocab bank? &lt;em&gt;think: mornic morons &lt;/em&gt;(: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.30 pm&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i guess we had all the time to spend yesterday afternoon. it was er, i think 3-hour-long leisure time. off to the republic's very own stadium waterfront with pig. hmmm, it was my first trip there. the place was rather unfrequented on weekdays. haha, that was like the only place we could go plus a &lt;em&gt;you-can-consider-it-scenic&lt;/em&gt; view available! [ remember: CHANGE THE MINDSET THAT WE HAVE. THE RIVER IS GREEN. NOT BLUE! ] get it? no? then go to the waterfront and observe the exact colour of the water! talked. talked. talked. went back to watch the final rehearsal. dinner. changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.30 pm&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hanged around the lobby area where the buskers and mini bazaar were. and the sea of frenzied well, mostly teenagers began rolling in. shortly, the concert commenced few minutes after 7. it was nice seeing everyone. haha. [ recall: charmaine! ] and i must say vic is good at emcee-ing. (:&lt;br /&gt;the night ended with me, the bed and the mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was founder's day. haha, honestly, it didn't feel anyhow like founder's day. i guess we're all too occupied with the ij heartbeat. like, we've turned another year older this very day? haha, the day started early in the morning. plus, mass at church. ushering from the &lt;u&gt;main&lt;/u&gt; gate. [ sheesh. i'm always stuck with main gates. is that a hint? perhaps to my future profession? no way, please. (: ] anyway, mass was kinda monotonous without the primary school kids. ) : and erm, as i've said everyone must be dead tired after the long night. the bus-stop was extremely packed. then it was tp library to return that newswk mag which i very stupidly forgot to return with the rest of the library materials. [ yes, fact admitted. ] then home then lunch then computer then ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tons of hmwk we have for this coming vacation. i've survived for a semester. and i see the path in the near future is gonna be rather stormy. hahaha. what a metaphor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad eh, i could remember every little piece of information about last night. ahh, i take one and a half hour to type this post. time's now 4.58 pm. i gotta run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111718430058090440?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111718430058090440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111718430058090440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111718430058090440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111718430058090440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/05/times-now-3.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111693020719484746</id><published>2005-05-24T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T18:24:07.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm being mocked at &lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;time by you-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;= \&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111693020719484746?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111693020719484746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111693020719484746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111693020719484746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111693020719484746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-being-mocked-at-big-time-by-you.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6987747.post-111691715073908920</id><published>2005-05-24T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T14:45:50.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my nose is partially burnt. so the top is red and the bottom is the normal skin colour. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987747-111691715073908920?l=summerfrolic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/feeds/111691715073908920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6987747&amp;postID=111691715073908920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111691715073908920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987747/posts/default/111691715073908920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerfrolic.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-nose-is-partially-burnt.html' title=''/><author><name>splendour phenomenon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878228807532424518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
