<?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-6272597</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:53:22.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vive la sua vita come un sogno</title><subtitle type='html'>Are you tired of chasing pretty rainbows?
Are you tired of spinning round and round?
Wrap up all the shattered dreams of your life
And at the feet of Jesus lay 'em down</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>836</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111935675016561681</id><published>2005-06-21T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T20:25:50.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>officially shifted.shout if u want the new add.:)cheers!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111935675016561681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111935675016561681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111935675016561681' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111901373437566769</id><published>2005-06-17T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T21:08:54.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll be shifting blogs soon.i reckon it's time for this chapter to be finally closed and another to be embarked on.i'll let you guys know when the time comes.cheers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111901373437566769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111901373437566769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111901373437566769' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111897434637852272</id><published>2005-06-17T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:12:26.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hermmm..i'm a sanguine.-__-ah wells..i guess i should be contented with the results..seems like my sanguine-y personality is going down.. :)Overall:Melancholy:6Phlegmatic:10Sanguine:16Choleric:8Strengths:Melancholy:2Phlegmatic:6Sanguine:8Choleric:4Weakneses:Melancholy:4Phlegmatic:4Sanguine:8Choleric:4excitingly..i'm a san-phleg..pffttt.and my scores are pretty low..i guess...ah wells.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111897434637852272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111897434637852272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111897434637852272' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111891494348163691</id><published>2005-06-16T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T17:42:23.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is the hour - Lord ByronIt is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale’s high note is heard— It is the hour—when lovers’ vows Seem sweet in every whisper’d word— And gentle winds and waters near Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met: And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue— And in the Heaven, that clear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111891494348163691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111891494348163691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111891494348163691' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111880128780669270</id><published>2005-06-15T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T10:08:07.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's a rainnyyy dayyyand here are some quotes.:)"trust is everything. the strength that bonds relationship. yet fragile as glass. handle with care... have you ever tried putting broken glass together again." -- darius 2k4"We don't see things as they are. We see things as we are." -- Anais Nin:"No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings." --William Blake".some think of what things that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111880128780669270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111880128780669270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111880128780669270' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111876171963739736</id><published>2005-06-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:08:39.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for your viewing pleasure</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111876171963739736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111876171963739736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111876171963739736' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111875364399617477</id><published>2005-06-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T20:54:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jamie is a relatively happy girl.i ate 2 tau sar cookies/biscuits/wadever you call those..:)heh..cuz bernice went to visit mrs rodrigo before my class...and i get tau sar cookies too!-beams-lalala..niceeeeand if you're my mummy or my daddy....the below mentioned content is purely really truly fictional...aka..i did not do it..if you aren't..then well..heh..i did it.. :Du see..the road home was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111875364399617477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111875364399617477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111875364399617477' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111841313810250459</id><published>2005-06-10T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T22:18:58.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i managed to take photos of all my sculptures at the gardensyay.but i think..the map is abit off...cuz i kept getting lost even tho i WAS following directions!ah wells..i think the old man's painting is really good.there was this other woman painting too..but she ain't as good as him..anyway...i thought about alot of stuff while i was there..about instant gratification, about maggi noodles, about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111841313810250459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111841313810250459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111841313810250459' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111841031898653889</id><published>2005-06-10T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T21:31:58.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a wonderful day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111841031898653889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111841031898653889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111841031898653889' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111840999986558223</id><published>2005-06-10T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T21:26:39.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm super duper irritated with ENERGY.they bloody invaded MY neighbourhood.why can't they STICK to orchard..now my area is SWARMED with hundreds of screaming girls..-headache-and it didn't help that i just got back from dinner there.-bleargh-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111840999986558223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111840999986558223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111840999986558223' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111836870062948170</id><published>2005-06-10T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:58:20.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know wad it means when u wake up feeling all lousy and sien?it means that you didn't have a good night's rest.gah.i had some super drama-mama dream last night..i dreamt that...my bro's english tutor wanted to erm..kill me?and it's superbly weird because i've never ever seen his tutor before..ah..and then the whole dream went in circles...like how we ran around this resort..O_Oyeah..and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111836870062948170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111836870062948170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111836870062948170' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111830144337304630</id><published>2005-06-09T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T10:00:32.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss her...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111830144337304630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111830144337304630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111830144337304630' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111828293246765935</id><published>2005-06-09T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T10:08:52.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is so lame that it's funny..the ebay songit makes good entertainment/sing-a-longhaha:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111828293246765935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111828293246765935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111828293246765935' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111822365126967896</id><published>2005-06-08T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T17:40:51.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter.Lullabies, dreams and love ever after. Poems and songs with pipes and drums. A thousand welcomes when anyone comes... That's the Irish for you!i wanna go ireland...:(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111822365126967896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111822365126967896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111822365126967896' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111820090615407675</id><published>2005-06-08T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:21:46.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AHHHHi'm suffering from severe boredom..added to today's bad weather..bah.can't even get over to the gardens.:(ah wells...i surfed around and i found this..Julius and Friendsit's way better than happy tree friends..heh..lala..i'm off to watch the other episodes..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111820090615407675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111820090615407675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111820090615407675' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111819911149827028</id><published>2005-06-08T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T10:51:51.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big Brother looks boring this year..haha..i reckon i'm kinda slow..but i'm bored...and so i surf..and then i watch live cam.hahaso..it's boring...the guys aren't even cute..:(darn..i miss watching big brother at jing's place.:(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111819911149827028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111819911149827028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111819911149827028' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111810679733231546</id><published>2005-06-07T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:13:17.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>studied with crys, ryan, lijun, esther and my bro yesterday at bk..and we went window shopping afterwards..and it was hilarous..as in..crys was hilarous. :Dmet my girls at the glass house for dinner afterwards...:)imma happy girl.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111810679733231546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111810679733231546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111810679733231546' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111777934945676488</id><published>2005-06-03T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:15:49.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new alcohooollll:DSydney Ciderit's nice..and refreshing..and it makes good batter for fish.. :Dhahahabut it's good..better than the regular beers :)and way cheaper than wine.hahaso i might just buy a carton of it or something and chuck it somewhere:)lalala</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111777934945676488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111777934945676488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111777934945676488' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111760341344919376</id><published>2005-06-01T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T13:23:33.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>words can't express what i'm feeling now..just checked my grades for the exams..wasn't all that bad...i expected worse..i've got 3Bs, B+, B, B-, a C+ and an S when i should never have used that option.gah.but i'll have to live with it..i managed to pulled my grades up slightly..and..that really feels good.makes me feel that all the mugging wasn't in vain...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111760341344919376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111760341344919376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111760341344919376' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111752128335506074</id><published>2005-05-31T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:34:43.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>recieved this in the world today..tho i might not send an entry in..but i'll prolly do the whole photo thingy...and u guys out there might as well do it too...and i'll prolly do something with it.. heh.. :)PROJECT WORLD PHOTO DAY 2005 Our world is both diverse and exciting. What do people do at breakfast, at mid-day or at night in different parts of the world? The World Photo Day 2005 Project </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111752128335506074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111752128335506074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111752128335506074' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111742702011975955</id><published>2005-05-30T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:23:40.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have i mentioned how much i hate fantaisie-impromtu?yeah..the one by Chopin..ugh..i hate that it sounds wonderful and yet so hard to play..i hate that it's taking me ages to master the first complicated bar..i hate that the notes arent meant to be played together.i hate that this piece is one that's not governed by rules.i hate that i can't get it right.i hate and i love this piece and sooner or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111742702011975955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111742702011975955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111742702011975955' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111742229689636038</id><published>2005-05-30T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:04:56.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angel in Disguise - Corrinne MayI woke up this morning feeling kinda blueAnd I stumbled out of bed andDragged my feet across the roomRight outside my front door was a roseAnd a note that said 'Somebody Loves You'But out on the street it starts to pourAnd before I get soaking wetA total stranger runs to give meThe jacket off his backI turn around to thank himBut he waves me with a smileI can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111742229689636038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111742229689636038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111742229689636038' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111741933221128833</id><published>2005-05-30T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:15:32.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jamie was a chinese teacher last evening..because..today's the O level chinese papers..and...my chinese is bad lar..really bad..i have an obvious kantang slang..i mean...i'm sure i didn't have it at the start of my chinese education..but somehow it sprouted along the way..so...there was i..trying to read the hanyu pinyin words from the sec 4 vocab book that my bro had..and there he was trying to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111741933221128833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111741933221128833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111741933221128833' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111741686224373580</id><published>2005-05-30T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T09:34:22.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stitches coming off tmr!WHOOPEEE!!i'm gonna get me a tub of ice-cream after they come off!!!WOOHOOO!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111741686224373580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111741686224373580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111741686224373580' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111700273912309392</id><published>2005-05-25T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:32:19.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm erm...fine..with stitches in my mouth..and swollen cheeks.i was awake all the time the op was going on..and there were metal stuff being stuck in my mouth..and i hate injections...i'm serious..there were no tears when the drilling started, or when they stitched me back up..the only tears came when they injected me..i was mentally running through my list of expletives..gosh.ah wells..and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111700273912309392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111700273912309392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111700273912309392' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111685942344247780</id><published>2005-05-23T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T22:43:43.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've got reminded of something i did ages ago..seems apt to be reminded of this work..the photo ain't mine..the words ain't mine..but i added the words and the photos together..so does that make it mine?i would like to think so.. :)this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111685942344247780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111685942344247780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111685942344247780' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111685603273986042</id><published>2005-05-23T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T21:47:12.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm scared.it kills me to admit it..but i'm scared.about the op tomorrow.the weirdest part is that..i'm afraid of the anesthesia injection thingy.ah.gah.nicht gut.i reckon that's the only part to be afraid of anyway..since i prolly won't be able to feel nuts after that..just that i'm trying to recall if the after-effects of the op hurts.i don't really remember..i had a minor op done before..it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111685603273986042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111685603273986042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111685603273986042' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111683402022599067</id><published>2005-05-23T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:40:20.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm back from mosquito-land.don't really think i've got any bites tho.but..still..it's GREAT to be back.Batam's BORING.sighs.been catching up on some reading..Case of Christ.not too bad. but it's heavy reading.ah wells.just pray for me peeps.will be going for a minor op tmr at 3pm.yups.just pray that i'll faint once the thing starts.heh.:)love ya.and i prolly will end up looking like a guinea pig</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111683402022599067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111683402022599067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111683402022599067' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111660270921163887</id><published>2005-05-20T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:25:09.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like talking to jac..she's funny and she makes me laugh.:Dah wells..holding on 2 convos at the same time.one with yc..about gambling..i'm saying that it's random and he's saying that the numbers people bet on aren't random..when it so obviously is..hehyc:it's big and small..me:that's not larme:that's like..yc:like they'll copy down big big big.. then small small..me:ure feeling lucky or not..me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111660270921163887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111660270921163887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111660270921163887' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111659512556706198</id><published>2005-05-20T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:18:45.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little Superhero Girl.I feel like a little girlTrying to conquer the whole wild worldEverybody wants a piece of meAnd I just don't know where to runI've got work piled up to my headAll I want to do is jump into bedAnd wash away my troubles with lemonadePlay hide and seek with the boy next doorTake a trip to SingaporeAnd imagine how i'll make the world a better placeAll I need is a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111659512556706198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111659512556706198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111659512556706198' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111656694696398891</id><published>2005-05-20T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:29:06.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna gush on and on about Corrinne May..especially now that her 2nd cd is out.and i've got my hands on it.-beams-i seldom buy cds nowadays, cuz i reckon i only fall in love with a couple of tracks and stuff..but well.Corrinne is different.i could play her debut cd again and again on my player and i'll never get sick of her.and..i've got some stunning news.my piano teacher was her piano </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111656694696398891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111656694696398891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111656694696398891' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111629383937686707</id><published>2005-05-17T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T09:37:19.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been backtracking on blogs..and well...lemme comment!! :DStalker! Ken Duncan's works altho looks nice and stuff...but they are PHOTOSHOPPED..can't you tell??? ah wells...every professional photographer uses it anyway.. :) but still...that's not the REAL shot.. :Dand..i like the lvl 5 photos!! all look so daooooo...heh... :DCrys! i like the 'ethel grabbing you part!' bwahahaha :D and the '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111629383937686707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111629383937686707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111629383937686707' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111629213509458254</id><published>2005-05-17T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T09:08:55.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heya..i'm back.seems like i'm not online 24-7 as i should be..since it's my hols..ah wells.sunday was a horrible day..went into a whole big and horrible arguement with my mum.anyway.i just realized the importance of the internet.because i've got flooded on all almost all my email accounts..and well..most of them are rubbish lar..i mean...insignificant stuff...minor stuff..but then..i got this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111629213509458254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111629213509458254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111629213509458254' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111569995645196547</id><published>2005-05-10T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T12:39:16.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haven't been blogging for a while..let's recap..Saturday.For the primary boys who challenged me to maths.For the kids that called me 'TEACHER TEACHER'.For little sotongs.Sunday.For my mum.For Almond Roca.For Sec 4 World History.Monday.For stir fry brocoli.For the baby boy that Mrs Rod says I have.For cook books.Tuesday.For my stay home MC.For Wonton making.For rainy days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111569995645196547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111569995645196547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111569995645196547' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111538835238403242</id><published>2005-05-06T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:05:52.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i concussed today.:(at sentosa.because of Tg.HE WAS SO BENT ON PREVENTING ME FROM GETTING THE BALL..THAT HIS ELBOW BAMMED INTO MY HEAD.BASKET!he is like -bleargh-i soooo don't like him.he's TOO agressive man..so pain can..his ELBOW leh..MY HEAD leh...:(i don't like him.-pffft-and he's sooooo horrible..cuz we were playing captain's ball..and he was snatching the ball from the girls..i mean..fine..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111538835238403242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111538835238403242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111538835238403242' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111538742715348204</id><published>2005-05-06T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:50:27.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the girl who has similar teeth layout as me(currently).For the old man who bothered saying 'Thank you' to the bus driver.For a primary 6 boy named Trevor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111538742715348204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111538742715348204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111538742715348204' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111528944019787633</id><published>2005-05-05T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T18:37:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the boy in knee-high socks.For the man in bell-bottom pants.For the guy lugging 3 suitcases on an SBS.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111528944019787633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111528944019787633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111528944019787633' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111495001780230930</id><published>2005-05-01T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:27:41.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I bought a new book.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111495001780230930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111495001780230930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111495001780230930' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111488591304003020</id><published>2005-05-01T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T02:31:53.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm dying...my laptop is squeeky clean.so clean and so alieni need to add human touches all over again.gah.i can't even get my toolbar out..ARGH.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111488591304003020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111488591304003020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111488591304003020' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111452418570486277</id><published>2005-04-29T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:56:02.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i remember this long ago song from boyzone..'Love me for a Reason'ah wells..because i'm really feeling totally crappified now..i'm gonna give myself a chance to be thick-skinned..so..tell me what you love about me.humour me please.Stalker says..i love you for your honestyAgnes says..your nature.. bubbly-nessRyan says..that reminds me of wat i have to say on valentines day during CrossLink.. but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111452418570486277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111452418570486277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111452418570486277' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111477819024126233</id><published>2005-04-29T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T20:36:30.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's tough to reformat a laptop..i'm thinking of giving up now..i've been transferring 1gb of photos over to my desktop..and..i've got 1gb of mp3s too..oh dear..i'm sorting the songs out now..and i found a treasure.Trapt - Stories Lyrics I found a line and then it grewI found myself still thinking of youI felt so empty, now im fine,but still its burning when will you be mineToo much of the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111477819024126233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111477819024126233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111477819024126233' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111470731832901172</id><published>2005-04-29T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T00:55:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah..the first day of freedom..ah wells.im pretty much reminded of something that i realised or rather He shared with me last year..last year, i was reminded by Him, after hearing a friend said something along the lines of 'i love her more than she loves me'..i realised that..a relationship is not a balance..and it should never be a scale/balance..once a party in the relationship starts to have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111470731832901172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111470731832901172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111470731832901172' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111468269425814616</id><published>2005-04-28T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T18:04:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's over...i'm freeeewalalalalalalalala-beams-ah...now all i can do is pray.walalalalalawahahaha...i present...the guy who injured my thumb.bwahahaaged primary 3in all his cuteness.:D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111468269425814616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111468269425814616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111468269425814616' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111458958007466256</id><published>2005-04-27T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:13:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARGHmy paper was HORRIBLE.although i didn't think so during the paper..it was only after comparing answers when i realised what a horrible paper it was..how now brown cow?-wails-gah.ive got 2 more papers to go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111458958007466256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111458958007466256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111458958007466256' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111456233757320191</id><published>2005-04-27T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T08:38:57.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Robert Doisneau work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111456233757320191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111456233757320191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111456233757320191' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111452185146537027</id><published>2005-04-26T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T21:24:11.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i mugged from 8am(when the library doors were opened) till 7pm..and i'm feeling mightly sleepy now.ah wells.exam tmr..CM2166  MPSH2     648 27/04/2005 1:00 PM Analytical Chemistryplease help pray yeah?i'm pretty worried about this too..ugh..must really try to make an effort to go for my classes..:|ah wells..was mugging with Yingchao...aka my shifu.haha.ah wells...i've decided to put yingchao on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111452185146537027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111452185146537027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111452185146537027' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111444164015925569</id><published>2005-04-25T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:07:20.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JINGLE ALERT!the cadbury song is in my head..and because it's in my head..song lyrics for each of the different versions. Postie Wouldn't it be nice if the world was Cadbury Chocolate roads and trees 'n' birds 'n' bees Delivering all kinds of letters daily Every kind of purple parcel too And if the dog did try and grab a mouth full You can bite him back, he'll taste delightful Wouldn't it be nice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111444164015925569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111444164015925569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111444164015925569' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111442340552653293</id><published>2005-04-25T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:15:20.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm truly amazed.At His plan for me..I've been at the dining table since 9am..but i was playing wheel of fortune with daph till 11++am...and she doesn't wanna play with me no more..cuz i kept on solving the puzzles.. :( not my fault wad...anyway..that's not the point..so...from 12-6pm..I've been doing the past year exam papers..and guess what..i only completed 2 of them..not 2 exam papers mind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111442340552653293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111442340552653293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111442340552653293' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111435772577433626</id><published>2005-04-24T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T23:48:45.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's this whole hype about the 2 integrated resorts in Singapore..and..really...i don't see the point of this whole hooha..let's see...maybe i really have faith in the PAP..i mean..come on man..they manage to defeat the communists leh..by kicking them out of PAP in 1961..and they've been in power since 1959..(my nation building stuff are still in my brain apparently)so...anyway...let's get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111435772577433626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111435772577433626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111435772577433626' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111435191004317294</id><published>2005-04-24T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:11:50.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've got a new pet..his name is Stupid.he is a Housefly..Stupid's the only housefly in my house..and he's called Stupid because...He doesn't fly out of the window even tho they are wide open..so..He's Stupid.ah.anyway..i think i like smelly cat ALOT.oh dear..he just said that my user pic looked like one from some advert.-frowns-the mastercard one..-frowns-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111435191004317294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111435191004317294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111435191004317294' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111430987081436372</id><published>2005-04-24T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T10:31:10.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Discontented, dissatisfied, ennui, bored, fed-up, pissed-off, wound-up, restless, arsed-off, upset, depressed, sensitive, tired, fatigued, exasperated.Weltschmerz.ARGH.i don't wanna go into depression mode again...like since my hols will start in 5days..NOooooo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111430987081436372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111430987081436372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111430987081436372' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111427684794676059</id><published>2005-04-24T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:41:58.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm dying..i truly am...dying of laughter perhaps...or even trauma..the Samantha in question..is a friend of mine..an ex-classmate to be more precise..well...back in sec 2...she was my 'mummy'..yup..we had a whole family tree going on in a girls school...i dunno...i mean...i've got nothing against her..and i'm glad she found her niche in acting...but...being portrayed as a 'sex kitten'... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111427684794676059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111427684794676059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111427684794676059' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111426621442207022</id><published>2005-04-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:23:34.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahahaha...thanks to everyone...hahaha..today's paper was fine!hahahalike..it wasn't all that bad...didn't really write much about LKY...it was more about Singapore..but then again..Singapore is synonymous with PAP..and PAP is synonymous with LKY..-shrugs-oh well..first essay question was about...the Singapore nation begin forged in war..and the 2nd question was about the HDB playing a crucial </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111426621442207022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111426621442207022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111426621442207022' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111416344864054351</id><published>2005-04-22T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T17:50:48.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow's paper...HY2229  MPSH4     46  23/04/2005 9:00 AM Nationafter tmr...i'm gonna heck care about LKY, PAP and UMNO.stupid politics.interesting..but still stoopid.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111416344864054351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111416344864054351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111416344864054351' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111416295933436137</id><published>2005-04-22T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T17:42:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am irritated.my stupid dodo idiotic #&amp;$*^#*$Y% handphone refuses to allow me to change it's mode..so it's freaking permanently at LOUD..*#(%&amp;#(*$i'm so pissed..i tried the nice way..it refused to change..i started hammering it..it refused to change..i am PISSED.gah.and today's paper was absolutely horrible.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111416295933436137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111416295933436137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111416295933436137' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111407615713006214</id><published>2005-04-21T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T17:35:57.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's official..i'm going crazy..please pray for me...1st paper tmr..kay..to make the prayers more accurate...pray specifically for...me..9am to 11am..Prince Georges ParkSEAT 55!the seat number is impt...don't anyhow play play..SEAT 55! FIFTY FIVE..ok?:Dall prayers accepted very very willingly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111407615713006214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111407615713006214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111407615713006214' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111400540187704235</id><published>2005-04-20T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:56:41.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like daphne..she's nice..not like ruikun or calyn..-bleargh-they are currently refusing to buy t-shirts frm me.-stares at them with squinty eyes-hmmp.never mind.they will be forced asked to buy...under duress.:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111400540187704235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111400540187704235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111400540187704235' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111399531633817127</id><published>2005-04-20T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T19:08:36.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i so feel like scolding a girl now.if not because i'm asked very nicely not to...i would.this is what you can expect to get when u hurt me or my own..i kinda appointed myself to be their protector of sorts..and i do NOT like to see any one of them being hurt by some brainless twit.before i start publishing what exactly happened.i need to go off to cool down..i hate this kind of shit.i'm glad i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111399531633817127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111399531633817127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111399531633817127' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111399129880110038</id><published>2005-04-20T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T18:45:16.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estimated pay from june till dec..Piano: $100 x 1.5I.A : $1000 x 6F.S : $7.50 x 9 x 10Glori's chem tutor: 10cents per hour..(insignificant)so..i'm still quite free for the months may AND june.any lobangs?:)stuff left to do today:2 more readings before i finish reading ALL of the 1st half of nation building's readings..5 more physical quizzes to do. or rather read through.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111399129880110038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111399129880110038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111399129880110038' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111396864497771992</id><published>2005-04-20T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T11:44:04.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Design of the 1st prototype of t-shirt is out..yeah..well..lemme know if u wanna see it.:)i've got a logo too!!haha:)oh shiet..i'm supposed to be studying.:(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111396864497771992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111396864497771992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111396864497771992' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111396149513391264</id><published>2005-04-20T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T09:44:55.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rights.and now i can start studying.aim of the day.FINISH physical.and start on Nation Building.(boring lau's part)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111396149513391264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111396149513391264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111396149513391264' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111395909853107386</id><published>2005-04-20T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T09:04:58.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the excitement of 1k has died..i mean..big deal..it's just 1k!and that works out to be like around 5 bucks an hour.which is damm low..fengshui stint is paying me $7.50 an hour.bleargh.but i shall not complain..it is afterall higher than what the others are getting..but i shall not be overly excited over the 1k either.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111395909853107386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111395909853107386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111395909853107386' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111391415709119517</id><published>2005-04-19T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:35:57.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AHHHHHHI DON'T BELIEVE IT!THE COMPANY WHICH WAS MEANT TO BE MY BACKUP FOR MY INDUSTRIAL ATTACHMENT STINT..(well..i was forced to have it as my company lar...cuz i found the company myself..and they in NUS didn't want me to be extra and take up space..since there are other kids without companies yet..)anyway...THE PAY IS 1K!!I MEAN...PER MONTH!IT'S LIKE WOAHHAHAHAim super duper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111391415709119517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111391415709119517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111391415709119517' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111389532776675553</id><published>2005-04-19T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T15:22:07.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new desktop background..due to my currently mild obsession with clifton parker and his photos..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111389532776675553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111389532776675553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111389532776675553' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111387564975440610</id><published>2005-04-19T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T10:03:49.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" I like their Christ, I don't like their christians". If you look at christians as evidence that Jesus lives, then I think you are looking in the wrong place.and maybe we can never ever ever be the perfect ambassor to His Kingdom.but hopefully when we see Him..we could tell Him that we tried our bestest best to be one.i guess..we're the Road Markers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111387564975440610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111387564975440610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111387564975440610' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111383852344404315</id><published>2005-04-18T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T15:21:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am amazed with Jamie.the girl who has her papers starting from friday..and who is not a single bit prepared.this girl..has wonderful good calmness..when she ought to be studying...mugging the daylights out..she's happily thinking of designs for her t-shirts.thereafter thinking of new designs for her desktop.. done!and new projects that she's gonna start on right after the 28th..1) print t-shirt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111383852344404315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111383852344404315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111383852344404315' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111383157723924864</id><published>2005-04-18T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:39:37.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>erm..i've got a student.more or less permanent..for a 1.5mth till mid june..and 3 mths from dec till next year..yup.her mum came over to talk to me..while i was dressed in my ultra comfy crescentian pe teeshirt.well.what a first impression.-shrugs-she wants to learn western music..and i'm hoping that western music = classical pieces..and not God forbid.."My heart will go on.."gah.oh well..at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111383157723924864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111383157723924864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111383157723924864' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111380508218529531</id><published>2005-04-18T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T14:22:13.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm impressed after looking at the works of this guy..Clifton Parker.he's also the bf of one of the girls whose blogs i frequent.and he's cute too.heh.Dj, Photographer.Amazing stuff.something that i took out of her blog posts."I've still got it... oh, yeah!" Peter Parker boasts as he enters the house and does his best shagadelic hip gyration."You got hit on by someone?""Yes, at the Saks store!""</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111380508218529531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111380508218529531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111380508218529531' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111374996043492155</id><published>2005-04-17T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:59:20.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired of fighting.tired of maintaining a cool facade.i'm tired.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111374996043492155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111374996043492155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111374996043492155' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111372768998722414</id><published>2005-04-17T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:48:09.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't believe this.I DON'T BELIEVE THIS.i've got papers only for 4 bloody days..darn it.and i'm taking 5 modules.that means i've got 2 papers on a same day.kill me.-hands you the gun-my papers start on friday..ends on thursday..just AMAZING.i've got crammed papers.almost back to back..friday, saturday, wednesday, thursday morning, thursday afternoon.and guess what..i'm still struggling with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111372768998722414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111372768998722414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111372768998722414' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111370060563370159</id><published>2005-04-17T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T09:16:45.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was going thru the number of CDs that i've bought over the years..decided to play a CD which i haven't play in like..3 years..Stella's 1st CD..and as expected..i was reminded of A.man..that period in my life was quite bad..tsk.me and A had this weird thing going on..ever since secondary school days.and it's amazing how blind a person really is when he/she is in the middle of the whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111370060563370159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111370060563370159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111370060563370159' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111365424574336452</id><published>2005-04-16T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T20:24:05.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm quite irritated with my family now.gah..for reasons that i don't wish to elaborate here..anyway..i've found a new cause to support..THE HOLE IN THE WALL GANG.it's a charitable organization for cancer stricken kids.just google them to find out more.:)and..i was looking at my yahoo groups..and i suddenly miss my german class.:(:(look how young my shifu looked..heh..</summary><link rel='edit' 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being able to go for church camp...erm..but when exactly is church camp?i might wanna go toooooo..hahaok..back to the books.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111352734626342856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111352734626342856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111352734626342856' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111346706652659966</id><published>2005-04-14T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T16:24:26.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Argh..i'm sooo tired.currently in the chemistry labs in my berms and xlink t-shirt and my jacket...with the hood up.gah.the lab stools are too high..and the computer room has comfy seats but there isn't any room for my legs..so..i decided to mug outside...with the high lab stools.i think i've got a red eye..can feel it..O_ooh well..-shrugs-back to muggerdom.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111346706652659966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111346706652659966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111346706652659966' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111339732277618262</id><published>2005-04-13T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:05:26.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>met S for lunch today.went over to Raffles Hotel.heh.nice lunch..albeit abit too full..-burps-and we shopped..or rather..she was trying to..and i was trying not to let her to..and..we took a tourissy photo at suntec with her polaroid cam..and she didn't allow me to keep the picture.-bleargh-oh well..shall update about it soon.oh well.i didn't get into 3M..but i got into another company tho..and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111339732277618262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111339732277618262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111339732277618262' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111329368658349538</id><published>2005-04-12T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T16:14:46.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh.i don't like my shoes.pain pain pain.maybe it's because it ain't seasoned yet.:|oh well.interview went fine.not that scary.10mins.:)and i found my happy happy happy place.and i'm gonna go there again tmr to study.from 11am - 1pm.:|cuz after that..self-study hours are over.i so don't geddit.gah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111329368658349538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111329368658349538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111329368658349538' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111322339251958748</id><published>2005-04-11T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:43:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i bought killer-ish looking cruella deville's pointy shoes!heh..quite nice tho.and my mum wants me to wear a skirt for the interview tmr instead of pants.-bleargh-lalala..nice shoes.anyway.my twin takes ultra long to decide on which jacket to buy.and she is a compulsive shopper.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111322339251958748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111322339251958748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111322339251958748' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111320226664061934</id><published>2005-04-11T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T14:51:06.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got another interview tmr..this time..the company's more famous i guess..than romer..it's 3M.yeah.the scotchtape people.heh.oh well.50% of getting it..10 people are going for the interview..and there are 5 vacancies.but.it's at WOODLANDS.someone please kill me.i'm interviewee number 2.9.10am.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111320226664061934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111320226664061934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111320226664061934' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111303679332155379</id><published>2005-04-09T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T16:53:13.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pretty World - Lisa OnoWhy don´t we take a little piece of summer skyHang it on a treeFor that´s the way to start to make a pretty worldFor you and for meAnd for the sun we´ll find a lemon bright balloonYou can hold the stringOh can´t you see this little world of ours will beThe prettiest thingsWe can gather rain enough from a streamTo hold our happy facesIf you want a breezeI´ll blow you a kiss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111303679332155379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111303679332155379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111303679332155379' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111301548549747437</id><published>2005-04-09T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T10:58:05.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jamie got her hands on Georgia on my mind's piano scorelike FINALLY.WHOOPEE!it's a nice jazzy piece that Ray Charles sang.lalala..it's also the state song of...-drumrolls-Georgia!-beams-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111301548549747437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111301548549747437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111301548549747437' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111301542208679899</id><published>2005-04-09T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T10:57:02.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Luther Vandross - I'd Rather Lyrics I thought sometime alonewas what we really neededyou said this time would hurt more than it helpsbut I couldn't see thatI thought it was the endof a beautiful storyand so I left the one I loved at home to be alone (alone)and I tried to find out if this one thing is truethat I'm nothing without youI know better nowand I've had a change of heartI'd rather have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111301542208679899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111301542208679899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111301542208679899' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111301533828529855</id><published>2005-04-09T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T10:55:38.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish you love - Lisa OnoI wish you blue bird in the springTo give your heart a song to singAnd then a kissBut more than thisI wish you loveMy breakin´ heart and I agreeThat you and I could never beSo with my bestMy very bestI set you freeI wish you shelter from the stormA cozy fire to keep you warmBut most of allWhen snow flakes fallI wish you loveWhen snow flakes fallI wish you loveWhen snow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111301533828529855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111301533828529855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111301533828529855' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111286897667512588</id><published>2005-04-07T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T18:16:16.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im in a bad state now.not really that bad..but..i'm moodswingy..you see..i didn't get the job.so.well.-shrugs-nothing much i can do now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111286897667512588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111286897667512588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111286897667512588' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111286090642376232</id><published>2005-04-07T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T16:01:46.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rights.so.i'm back from the interview.it's kinda nice yet sucky..hmm..-shrugs-oh well.hope i get the job tho..the people there looks nice..oh well.I'VE GOT FRICKIN' BLISTERS ON BOTH FEET.I NEED TO BUY SHOES.-bleargh-they didn't allow me to wear my open-toed heels.BAH.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111286090642376232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111286090642376232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111286090642376232' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111279552548182046</id><published>2005-04-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:52:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok..since i'm in such an oh-so-good mood..lemme just type something quite funny..today...being ME...i had to wake up 'blurry eyed' and stuff..and got ready for school..so..i went to spray perfume larr..so...i did the whole spray at 1 arm's length thingy..but..my nose is screwed lar..and i was late..and i couldn't smell anything..so...i sprayed again..this time CLOSER.and..by the time i reached </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111279552548182046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111279552548182046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111279552548182046' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111279284917717464</id><published>2005-04-06T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:07:58.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Survived the Week.ha.i mean..fine..it's only wednesday and stuff..but it so feels like the week is OVER.because i've cleared my presentation..and my test!yay!and well..in a way it is..you see my friends..i won't be going to NUS till NEXT week.ha!i've got a job interview tmr.and frankly speaking..i think i want this job..quite badly really..cuz..for one..it's near my place..and it's an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111279284917717464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111279284917717464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111279284917717464' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111274925034968826</id><published>2005-04-06T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T09:00:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-repeats- I am going to survive today..I am going to survive today... i've got a history test later..and..as usual..i'm not done with the readings yet..but is it really MY FAULT???-bleagh-gahhh..let's just hope that the 6hrs till the test will be used to do good stuff.gobshite.now..then again..let's see what I found on the In-ter-neettt this morning..According to ancient lore, back in the 5th </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111274925034968826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111274925034968826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111274925034968826' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111262199874716640</id><published>2005-04-04T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:57:31.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've got 24 proclamations of love.fine.i initiated them.-bleah-what matters is that i've got them!hahahaso yay to me!let's list them out..1)Tng2)Gloree3)Crystal4)Calyn5)Jem6)Joshua7)Ai (x 2)8)James9)Jiehui10)Gerald11)Mirror12)Twin13)Jon14)Pete15)Derek16)Adrianne17)Daphne18)Liwei19)Jane20)Amos21)YingChao22)Jasmine23)Winfrid24)Jing25)Mel26)Ryan27)Joel28)Pam29)JESUS! a love bank that i'll never </summary><link 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reading from the script..like word for word...because...the lecturer was dozing off at the backHA.:))oh well..apparently he catches 40 winks at every group's presentations..hahah!:))oh..and..the whole entire class doesn't understand why a perfectly able-bodied idiot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111261142404916052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111261142404916052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111261142404916052' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111254057552654887</id><published>2005-04-03T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:25:54.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M COLLECTING LOVE TO LAST ME THROUGH THIS WEEKwahahahai'm so amused.i think it's the pre-presentation jitters..i'm trying to make tng feel bad for not coming back to sg for the hols..and then..i'm trying to get tng to love me more..cuz she claims that she loves everyone the same!and i'm like...can you love me a lil' bit more?heh..and then when that didn't work...I went to gloreee..heh..and YAY!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111254057552654887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111254057552654887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111254057552654887' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111252651334339489</id><published>2005-04-03T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:15:41.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was just re-reading Robyn Sisman's Just Friends.was just thinking of the friends whom i could turn up unannounced like...maybe in the next 3 years?heh.like when i'm in trouble and i don't wanna go home..friend's places where i could just 'appear' and not get turned away..of course i'm talking about when we have pads of our own..cuz i'll prolly be disturbing the whole family if i turn up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111252651334339489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111252651334339489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111252651334339489' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111250993321009065</id><published>2005-04-03T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:46:14.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some people are just so extra..can u help me click the slides?because i wanna concentrate.gah.such selfishness.i hate you. just that i've got no guts to tell you that right in your face.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111250993321009065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111250993321009065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111250993321009065' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111249729455952357</id><published>2005-04-03T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:01:34.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jamie is stressed out.Jamie just finished her part of the lab report and has to practice her bloody long 4-page speech.i just hope they don't die on me.Jamie doesn't plan to get her speech memorized because it's 4 pages long and she'll prolly be blatently reading off it tomorrow morning.Jamie hopes she doesn't burst out into a giggling fit which she is so prone of doing.Jamie has a history test </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111249729455952357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111249729455952357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111249729455952357' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111248938037331694</id><published>2005-04-03T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T08:49:40.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Pope has passed away.in other news...blogsurfing was i..and i reached..erm..andrew fang's blog.and he seems to be a nice bloke. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111248938037331694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111248938037331694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111248938037331694' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111240890932312438</id><published>2005-04-02T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T10:28:29.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Be like newborn babies,always thirsty for thepure spiritual milk,so that by drinking it you may grow up and be saved. (1 Peter 2:2)The law of the Lord is perfect;it gives new strength.The commands of theLord are trustworthy,giving wisdom to those who lack it. (Psalms 19:7)Fill my eyesFill my eyes O my Godwith a vision of the crossFill my heart with love forJesus the NazareneFill my mouth with Thy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111240890932312438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111240890932312438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111240890932312438' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111231412081309303</id><published>2005-04-01T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T08:08:40.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If he has done you any wrong or owes you anything, charge it to me. I, Paul, am writing this with my own hand. I will pay it back-not to mention that you owe me your very self. Philemon 1:18-19http://www.sermonnotebook.org/new%20testament/Philemon%201_1-25.htm-note for me to check this out-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111231412081309303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111231412081309303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111231412081309303' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111227344020455174</id><published>2005-03-31T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:50:40.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got inspired by Glori's nick.."enter through the narrow gate""all welcomed" read the sign on the narrow gate..yet the crowd that came was little.."no entry" read the sign hanging on the wide gateyet hordes of people were trying to get in..WHY?the road leading to the narrow gate was long and winding and full of obstacles...but at every obstacle, help will be given..while the road leading to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111227344020455174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111227344020455174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111227344020455174' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111219364919192234</id><published>2005-03-30T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T22:40:49.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am dying..I really am..remember my migrane?i finally went to the doctor's after 2 days.turns out that i've got an infection of some sorts..oh well..at least that's better than the results of my imagination..2 days ago..i thought that some spider climbed in thru my ear and got lost halfway or something..thus accounting for the pain in only 1 side of the head..yesterday..i thought i had something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111219364919192234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111219364919192234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111219364919192234' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111214473764125640</id><published>2005-03-30T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T09:05:37.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>decided to change the background music yet again..got bored with Orange coloured sky playing over and over again..yup..so..here's Phillips, Craig and Dean with How Great You Are.one of my favouritest songs ever since well..the time i accepted Him.anyway..i've got a horrible headache ever since 2 days ago..and it's pain..but it's somewhere at the lower right side of my head..not where your usual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111214473764125640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111214473764125640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111214473764125640' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272597.post-111209465971799478</id><published>2005-03-29T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T19:10:59.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday was the 21st birthday of a very long friend..7 years..today...is the birthday of a super duper long and dear and good friend... 8years..:)*drumrolls*HAPPY BIRTHDAY CALYN LEE XINBEI!-muaks-may all your wishes come true..Nogawa Restuarants!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111209465971799478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272597/posts/default/111209465971799478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakingfrogs.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111209465971799478' title=''/><author><name>[E]imaJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502787641461824129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
