<?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-5396810</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:27:58.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Archives unlimited</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396810.post-112705753093302985</id><published>2005-09-18T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:32:10.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12th May, 2005currently in orillia, canada. using public library free internet accesswell the days have been rather peaceful so far ever since hitting brechin with norman and alice on monday afternoon (during which normypoo tested my "infinite" patience by mistaking our "exit on 404North" instructions for taking the 404 Exit instead. but anyhow... my navigational skills aren't that great either, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/112705753093302985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/112705753093302985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112705753093302985' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-112705741303580357</id><published>2005-09-18T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:30:13.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6th May, 2005and when it matters, things work out. they really do.i'm in joe's apartment (heh, sounds like that movie with the huge cockroaches huh) typing on his computer... it's been a whirlywind of two days of non-stop travel. well, kinda. i feel like i've concentrated so many experiences within the past two weeks that i hardly know where to start to update my beautiful public (yeah that means</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/112705741303580357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/112705741303580357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112705741303580357' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-112705731939176719</id><published>2005-09-18T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:28:39.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>22nd April, 2005currently in the new york public library using free internet accessyesterday was a harrowing experience courtesy of greyhoundgot stuck in the middle of nowheresville literally. allentownand the bus brokedown, overheated or something and the replacementfrom philly took about 4 bloody hours to reach usas a result of which I arrived in NYC at 1.30 am when I was supposed to reach by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/112705731939176719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/112705731939176719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112705731939176719' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-112705724367856564</id><published>2005-09-18T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:27:23.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>14th April, 2005life in short spurts of snapshot sentences: not in chronological orderplaying frisbee in the pollock fields with people of different nationalitieseating pizza and drinking sangria as the sun sets on a black and white war moviefalling asleep in schwab with half a headset on and my head upon jon stewart's america the bookwhile someone lectures upon globalizationclimbing to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/112705724367856564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/112705724367856564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112705724367856564' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-112705715156005163</id><published>2005-09-18T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:25:51.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8th April, 2005the most bizarre situation of the nighta singaporean girl sits alone in the lightroom, wearing an old-fashioned pilot-like headset leaning against a metal cupboard trying to focus but still falling asleep on jon stewart's america 'the book' while pretending to be focused upon the lighting situation on some guy's talk about globalization, talking about friends' phoebe's "smelly cat"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/112705715156005163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/112705715156005163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112705715156005163' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-112705703471125515</id><published>2005-09-18T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:23:54.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2nd April, 2005 i'll be the greatest fan of your lifetoday was great. edged with bittersweetness. knowing that with each weekend that comes and goes so quickly, is one more weekend lost, one more weekend closer to our departure and saying goodbye to the people we've lived with, breathed the same air and experienced the same joys and sorrows with. you find yourself wishing so hard that you could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/112705703471125515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/112705703471125515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112705703471125515' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-111536661744555899</id><published>2005-05-06T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T16:03:37.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday, March 17, 2005it's a funny thing, being a human beingyou yo-yo between extremes of feeling, from immense depression where talking hurts the chest and thinking simple thoughts seems so tough, to happy grins plastered right across your face and you laugh at the slightest thing. right now, i feel guilty for moving on so quickly, for thinking such self-centred thoughts like "how am i going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111536661744555899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111536661744555899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111536661744555899' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-111473904242783063</id><published>2005-04-29T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:44:02.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday, February 21, 2005i'm so tired and i'm feeling lazy and everything aches and i don't wanna do my workyou know how we're supposed to be on exchange and thus passing is the only issue, we don't really need to get As? yeah well. there's tons of readings to be done by the week and unlike in NUS i can't really postpone all my readings till reading week (duh so THAT's what it's for!) simply </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111473904242783063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111473904242783063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111473904242783063' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-111473657197510244</id><published>2005-04-29T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:02:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday, February 14, 2005this is gonna be a quickie post right now because i'm in the beaver hall com lab and i'm waiting for my friend kim (yeah! made a friend with my dear cousin's name ;P) to come... we're going down to irving's .. one of the local cafes to do homework and read our books for my honors class, literature in journalism. i'm gonna be reading this book called "the right stuff" by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111473657197510244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111473657197510244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111473657197510244' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-111473647735564536</id><published>2005-04-29T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:01:17.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday, February 01, 2005it's 1130pm at night right now and i have tons of work but i feel like i should clear up some misconceptionswell basically i didn't know that my parents were having a bit of a major heart attack till daniel told me they read mil's blog (yes actually maybe i shouldn't link it but i can't post pictures and mil and norman's blogs are the places to go if you wanna see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111473647735564536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111473647735564536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111473647735564536' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-111473630766313306</id><published>2005-04-29T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T08:58:27.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday, January 15th, 2005i have many things i need to get used tothe key to the lock on my door turns left to lock. the taps in the bathroom turn inward.the cars drive on the other side of the road, and i got in at the driver's seat accidentally on my first day.it can be fresh and spring-like one day and the next, my lips and nose feel like they're gonna drop right ORF.they still play ddr here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111473630766313306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111473630766313306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111473630766313306' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-111473619344187630</id><published>2005-04-29T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T08:56:33.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday, January 10th, 2005the days are fraught with biting cold winds and not a sign of a snowflakei'm at the beaver hall computer lab... haven't gotten round to actually trying to connect my laptop to the lan extension in my room. it's been a really really busy few days so far... socializing with the other foreign students and settling in (FINALLY!) to my dormitory. it's rather cosy and my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111473619344187630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111473619344187630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111473619344187630' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-111473605165646656</id><published>2005-04-29T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T08:54:11.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday, January 4th, 2005well i'm now sitting in a newyorkcity starbucks... yes, starbucking as a verb, something i always wanted to do in this chilly weather and my peppermint hot chocolate and sesame seed bagel with cream cheese constituting my lunch, using the unstable spilloff from someone elses' wireless account as the one starbucks provides makes you pay (poo!). am missing people like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111473605165646656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111473605165646656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111473605165646656' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-111473591398908209</id><published>2005-04-29T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T08:51:53.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday, December 24th, 2004christmas eve at ours: not for the faint-heartedthis year we've been too busy to put up the christmas tree, so the wine fridge is happy to stay in its place. and i've been holding off writing christmas cards, somehow there's a terrible inertia to doing so, i have a feeling i won't be able to pen significant stuff to anyone this year, so why bother? decision: am cutting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111473591398908209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/111473591398908209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111473591398908209' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-110719699470101756</id><published>2005-02-01T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T02:43:14.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday, October 24, 2004i sit here in the living room on a drizzly october night simultaneously typing this and watching joan of arc, feet twitching aimlessly about in anticipation of milla jovovich's burning at the stake. i am restless, chewing upon salted peas which my father brought back from raffles hotel, i don't understand why people even like salted peas, i don't understand why i'm even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/110719699470101756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/110719699470101756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110719699470101756' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-109845581940012938</id><published>2004-10-22T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T22:36:59.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday October 14, 2004and the dust gathers so quickly upon the tablei think i must be shedding skin at least five times faster than the average person.. i know not why the desk gains a fine layer of dust every day or so. it's frightful.. kinda like that neologism (word for newly-coined words) in Androids, the kipple-ization of my room. i wipe the dust away only to have it return vengefully</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/109845581940012938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/109845581940012938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109845581940012938' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-109845547518939087</id><published>2004-10-22T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T22:31:15.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday September 08, 2004funny how school kinda warps things up for us all.i remember thinking that i couldn't wait for it to come, and now that it's here, everyone shares the same longing for those 4 measly days of semester break. which i will probably spend frantically doing last minute essays. it's not just the presentations and performances i guess. factor in people, and the equation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/109845547518939087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/109845547518939087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109845547518939087' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-109457504862765959</id><published>2004-09-08T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T00:37:28.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>14th August 2004 Saturdaywhen you look down out of windows of great heightyou may catch the shadows of passing clouds.and the tears dropped softly, softlyfor the girl that was never there but wasendless corridors within corridorsmurky black depths of her hidden flawsnineteen wasn't a good yearneither was eighteen or seventeendon't know how she goes on livingwhen she feels that living</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/109457504862765959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/109457504862765959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109457504862765959' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-109457488664926520</id><published>2004-09-08T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T00:34:46.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4th August 2004, Wednesdaybeen running dry of things to say for the past few days. and you know i never write anything that's unworthy of entertainment or thought, so here's my next offering.i just came back from dinner and drinks with my company... for once it was really really nice not to have to worry about the tab. we had dinner at the tower club (and at this announcement my mother and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/109457488664926520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/109457488664926520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109457488664926520' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-109457468109537067</id><published>2004-09-08T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T00:31:32.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>26th July 2004, Mondaywell i'm now sitting at my workstation, all by my lonesome. today the people on my left and right are on leave, so i'm left by myself to decide whether or not to slack or to furiously work. and of course, right now i'm technically slacking, by updating my beautiful public on whatever's happened to me for the past however-many days.well i went to watch the woman in black </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/109457468109537067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/109457468109537067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109457468109537067' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-109081448069650177</id><published>2004-07-26T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T12:01:20.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>July 17, 2004 12.47amhmm. interesting. now we tamper with font types and colours! fun de fun fun.   okay. lemme say this in a whoosh.. I PASSED!!! up till now, i still can't believe it. seriously. i couldn't even breathe for three hours plus plus afterward, and the little flutterbys in my tummy were still alive.. till the hungry stomach juices digested em'... cos' i didn't eat my lunch for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/109081448069650177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/109081448069650177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109081448069650177' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-109081439967677214</id><published>2004-07-26T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T11:59:59.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>July 7, 2004 9.01amwhen i was going to school, i used to keep a calendar that i brought around with me everywhere. but when the holidays started, i didn't like to wear a watch, or carry around a calendar. kinda letting the chaos element rule for once, and time flies much more quickly when you don't have a watch to keep checking. anyway. that's my excuse for double booking some people this week, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/109081439967677214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/109081439967677214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109081439967677214' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-108804522142544966</id><published>2004-06-24T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T10:56:32.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6/22/2004things just seem to be rushing along nowadays. i just took a look at my to-do list for the holidays a few days back, and i've not been able to accomplish even a fourth of that list. admittedly because my old steadfast philosophy that life never deals you what you expect or plan it to manifested itself very solidly, and so my current job prevents me from taking time out to reflect and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/108804522142544966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/108804522142544966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108804522142544966' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-108804520336361975</id><published>2004-06-24T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T10:46:43.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6/7/2004a year ago on this very day i was peacefully strolling the poo-caked streets of paris. amazingly hard to believe now, that is. though i can't say that right now i'm not embarking on an equally crazy adventure. haha. we'll see how long this journey shall last. i won't be disappointed though, if i don't get through to the end.. actually it was quite an experience, the last 2 days alone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/108804520336361975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/108804520336361975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108804520336361975' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-108804518345808899</id><published>2004-06-24T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T10:46:23.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5/22/2004I Need A Hero Where have all good men gone And where are all the gods? Where’s the street-wise Hercules To fight the rising odds? Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need I need a hero I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night He’s gotta be strong And he’s gotta be fast And he’s gotta be fresh from the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/108804518345808899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/108804518345808899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108804518345808899' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-108455333587879246</id><published>2004-05-15T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T00:48:55.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>13/05/2004i'm sitting on the blue sofa, aching all over from taekwondo yesterday.don't know why we all put ourselves through such torture.. anyway gail if you see this, the guys miss you heh...and there was this silent black belter who apparently is from nus. after a 2 week hiatus chief decided to work us all to the bone.. my spine still hurts. pushups situps hopping jumping sliding side kicks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/108455333587879246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/108455333587879246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108455333587879246' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-108341938133585823</id><published>2004-05-01T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T21:53:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Sat May 01, 01:04:59 AM | serial dreamer | edit ]aggressively dating lucien for 50 days yeah who'da thought this girl would've concentrated the better part of her day trying to woo a digital guy? today i wore el's phone batt out playing this game she downloaded into her phone... what was the game called again let's see... was it virtual boyfriend?? i think so. anyway the object of the game</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/108341938133585823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/108341938133585823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108341938133585823' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-108341926740263266</id><published>2004-05-01T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T21:52:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Mon Mar 29, 06:31:58 PM | serial dreamer | edit ]ok so that weather report was bogus. no matter. don't think anyone took it seriously anyway. exams are coming round the corner and i think it's due to the fact that i'm not taking my weekly dose of chicken essence and vitamins that i'm becoming more and more sleepy (yes even MORE than usual) and more and more irked and frustrated over the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/108341926740263266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/108341926740263266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108341926740263266' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-107847610576173103</id><published>2004-03-05T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T16:44:42.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Fri Mar 05, 04:36:23 PM | serial dreamer | edit ]a levels' results day again i sure remember that day... hard to believe one year's passed, innit? well whatever grades you get, you realise at one point we're all gonna end up together someplace. heh. i cut my hair short and highlighted it dark red and purple. darn should've gone more radical but the fears of damaging my hair butted in to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/107847610576173103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/107847610576173103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107847610576173103' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-107847600971321031</id><published>2004-03-05T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T16:43:06.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Thu Jan 22, 12:49:28 AM | serial dreamer | edit ]oh what a wonderful day/ the skies are all creamy and the clouds are all grey i baked about 250 cookies today. i think. i figure if i can still stand up and bake and have people compliment me on my baking life's pretty okay. haha. what a funny weird strange person am i. mrs fields' (i just used her recipes that'sall) oatmeal chews or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/107847600971321031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/107847600971321031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107847600971321031' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-107156759400952454</id><published>2003-12-16T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T17:41:05.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tue Dec 16, 05:36:01 PM | serial dreamer | edit ]I’m back after being detached from so-called ‘civilisation’, cut off from news, connections or communications of any kind. I guess when you stay in a place where the most basic needs are the only things you worry about, like food and shelter, news like Saddam Hussein’s capture isn’t really so much of an important thing. I’m going off on a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/107156759400952454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/107156759400952454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107156759400952454' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-106421983690605957</id><published>2003-09-22T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T16:37:16.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Mon Sep 22, 04:26:37 PM | serial dreamer | edit ]philosophy essay poetry analysis econs tutorial political science nationalism essay oedipus rex presentation bleaaaah ooh laa. university life. pretty fun actually. i just made closer friends with people in my extra-perceptive lit class met aunty joan at the co-op, borrowed three hefty tomes from central library, and i just completed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/106421983690605957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/106421983690605957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106421983690605957' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-106217415463552667</id><published>2003-08-30T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T00:22:34.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Sat Aug 23, 11:07:32 AM | serial dreamer | edit ]i'm currently slacking alone in AS3... the weather's swelteringly hot. finally managed to get my manually-registered tutorial for english lit... yaaayyY so this means i can still keep my thursday free. wonderful. my oasis in the desert thursday shall be. meanwhile. i'm getting really bothered by the piano thing... almost to the point of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/106217415463552667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/106217415463552667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106217415463552667' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-106026786935326507</id><published>2003-08-07T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T22:51:09.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Thu Aug 07, 10:41:47 PM | serial dreamer | edit ]managed to get my required five modules for the semester.. frankly the suspense has been pretty stressful and exciting to say the least. well i'm taking one class each for literature, economics, theatre &amp; drama, philosophy and political science. finally school's starting, and with an early Monday as well! 8am! whoopee much thanks to sookie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/106026786935326507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/106026786935326507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106026786935326507' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-105973365116363901</id><published>2003-08-01T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T18:34:59.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Wed Jul 16, 04:55:33 PM | serial dreamer | edit ]the third day of no-work-all-self-discipline. been to my second driving theory lesson today, thankfully so far all the instructors speak good english. even met vanny in class yesterday... yeah we oughta have dinner yeah? munny vanny yanny me. let's see. what did i so wish to say? hahaa... oh yeah. i handed in my application today, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/105973365116363901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/105973365116363901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105973365116363901' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-105834547960191556</id><published>2003-07-16T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T16:51:19.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Thu Jul 10, 03:46:31 PM | serial dreamer | edit ]hi *she waves feebly* i'm so blasted sleepy exhausted bored tired but then again what else is new? the skies are so drear outside the news is just as bad all i wanna do is curl up in bed two more days to temporary freedom![ Mon Jul 07, 11:25:54 AM | serial dreamer | edit ]Are You Naughty or Nice?Which [Movie Genres] are you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/105834547960191556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/105834547960191556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105834547960191556' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-105834543117416910</id><published>2003-07-16T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T16:50:31.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Tue Jul 01, 09:21:31 AM | serial dreamer | edit ]You are Latin! What language are you?brought to you by Quizillaactually i think this description's pretty apt hahaa.. if i do say so myself anyway this is the Venus de Milo. I took a photo of it at the Louvre... haha didn't bother to find out the history behind it though. Hrm. Let's go try other quizzes. You are Psalms. Which book </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/105834543117416910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/105834543117416910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105834543117416910' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-10569409062780779</id><published>2003-06-30T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T10:41:46.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Wed Jun 25, 07:52:45 AM | serial dreamer | edit ]seeing as i've still got an hour plus plus before my flight home i'll tell ya another story. when you're still young (make sure it's comfortably below 25) go to paris in the summer. especially make sure you're there on the 21st of June the official first day of summer... don't ask me how they calculate it, it just is. it was last saturday, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/10569409062780779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/10569409062780779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#10569409062780779' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-105694089582326193</id><published>2003-06-30T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T10:41:35.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Wed Jun 25, 07:38:21 AM | serial dreamer | edit ]well. i'm nearly hoooome! yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAaaaa stuck here waiting it out at KLIA airport, having paid an outrageous 7.50 SGD for 75 min of net time. unlike in europe where i only paid 2 sing for an hour.... heh the comparisons have started. realised during my travels that singaporeans have the 3Cs with them wherever they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/105694089582326193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/105694089582326193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105694089582326193' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-105694084252484016</id><published>2003-06-30T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T10:40:42.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Sat Jun 14, 07:34:04 PM | serial dreamer | edit ]hi all my darlings! i'm currently sitting in a parisian easyinternet cafe... pretty cheap to use. only 1,30 EUR for an hour, and i've got 35 min left so i better make this snappy. this keyboard is so hard to use! you need to press shift for numbers and fullstops and all the letters are in the wrong places. and the wwwkey isn't working too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/105694084252484016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/105694084252484016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105694084252484016' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-95214646</id><published>2003-06-03T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T08:55:17.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[5/30/2003 12:12:48 PM | serial dreamer]well. think there's so many worries swirling around in my head that i didn't sleep much last night it was a sort of half-sleep, an endless tossing-turning, fling-covers-off-and-on fiasco that culminated in a weird short dream that made utter nonsense. sigh. i'm so tired. times' are when i bend down under my desk, as if looking for something but truth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/95214646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/95214646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95214646' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-94725680</id><published>2003-05-22T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T14:56:32.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[5/22/2003 11:42:43 AM | serial dreamer]Hard Rock Cafe One-For-One Promotion.... yup, more decadent eating. been out EVERY SINGLE NIGHT this week... eating so much that I just KNOW i'm putting on the pounds. but really... everyone should check out Hard Rock Cafe behind Forum the shopping mall... they had the one-for-one promotion... Imagine TWO nydc-worthy desserts worth just 8 bucks total </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/94725680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/94725680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94725680' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-94556193</id><published>2003-05-19T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T09:01:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[5/14/2003 2:32:38 PM | serial dreamer]You are CHUNKY MONKEY! You're crazy and full oflife. You tend to see life as a roller coaster,and you enjoy the loops. You have an extremelyfunny personality and you always have tocomment about everything someone says. You arerarely depressed and are always the root of anygood joke. Good for you!! Which Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Flavor Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/94556193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/94556193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94556193' title=''/><author><name>juice.susceptible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371921622227789875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5396810.post-94393083</id><published>2003-05-15T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T23:24:57.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[5/5/2003 9:11:53 AM | serial dreamer]the monday blues. so tired. and today i managed to catch the express bus so i ended up taking a more expensive, but shorter nap. been busy the past few days, didn't even have the time to pen in my written journal. saturday i went for YATO training. i admit it's pretty scary when i realise that by doing this i may just be entering a different phase of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/94393083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396810/posts/default/94393083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingbackup.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94393083' title=''/><author><name>karendoes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
