7 is a pretty nice number. Remembers Ash Ketchum having it as his favourite number. Well, kinda.

Let's see how far this goes. Good luck.  

Once upon a time, there was a little green frog. It didn't live in the pond, neither did it live in a lake. It made its home in a nice little treehouse by some rainbow fences. A little tree house befitting a little green frog.

It led an interesting life, filled with up and downs. It has seen its fair share of danger. Not many frogs wish to get deboned and turn into a delicacy. Or stewed. Or even buttered. But more so than dangerous, the little green frog led a servantless life.

It partied all night, or at least the better part of the night. The black lines on its tiny body got painted red as it went wild. Big splashes everywhere! Salsa dancing ensued and a festival attended. Hopping along, dancing to the familiar rhythm and beats, the green frog was satisfied. It found companions through the night, albeit a rejection or two. But nonetheless, the journey continues.

Like all parties, it has to end at some point and soon the little green frog stopped for a breather by the east shore. It paused for a moment and rested its webbed feet. As the lights of the parties in the USA flashes in the tiny head of his, he retires to bed, thinking of the fulfilling days that lies ahead.

The End.

S is really quite a fine letter. I remember how my Design&Tech teacher emphasized to us that curves are beautiful. Took me pretty long to get it but well, better late than never. Anyway, this out-of-the-blue post is dedicated to the letter "S". Just like how elmo does it at the end of every Sesame Street episode. Heh, even Sesame Street starts with S.

Well, S has in fact, been a large part of my life these days. Skype for instance, is probably the closest thing u can get to talking to your friends face to face. Friends that are overseas, Friends of S. F.O.S.

And without a doubt, Singapore will come into the conversation, this fine city fit for the living of the fine S. So as you update each other about lives, ongoings, latest news, things like these starts getting a bit routine, more so for "R", the letter that precedes S. Being so close to S can bring you to hell or heaven and back. Squats by the way, starts with S too.

So Sms becomes another option. Albeit expensive. But it seems closer to you. Since you have been using it to communicate to friends for years. An added affinity i guess. Just a different mode of communication, but it carries more meaning, trust, and it breaks the monotony of the routine u detest so much. More Spice in your life. haha.

But you start to visualise that person behind that handphone screen at times, since well, you're not Skyping. And at times, visualisations can seem photorealistic. But like all photorealistic drawings, no matter from real it is, it is after all a Scam. (apologies to Close and Hanson) Scams are well, Short-lived, even for the letter S. S is after all, just a Simple Smelly line. No matter how you curve to the left or right, you'll still see the end, even if it takes a week to walk the line. 

Well, Short-lived as it is, S accompanied me to Simei, met the class of S, brought Superman into the picture, converted it to Supperman, Schemed, and got Sendoff. To the wonderful land of S. 

I hope my affinity with S ends here, today and for certain instances, next year, dec. =S

Today, I say that I was given this ordeal cause he believed that I can overcome it.
Perhaps I gave myself this ordeal and this is the price to pay.

More need to be said this time round
We won.

But not on this subject. But rather on something else.
Production notes are fun to write.

But this note got eaten up by the pressure of the piling mountain of homework.

Relief and Sadness

Belief is choice when love is truth.
Belief is truth when love is choice.

When the dawn gives way to night
Love will be your guiding light.

Crispy Egg Mushroom Cheese Dinosaur

Chemistry lecture are surprisingly productive
Especially when you're sitting at the front

Texture in Art
The rubbish is curled up like a morning glory,
I hope you eat poison ivy;
Like the star in the sky, the wrapper's really shiny,
Oily, grimy, slimy;
Milashini.

You are not a Tourist
Here, tHere, nowHere
Preaching, running, mind-boggling
Inside Out
Left and Right
Up and Down
Ode
Repetition
On the spot, still running
Fireworks
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New day, new experience... but, can I have the old one?