<?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-37365823</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:33:04.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories In Storeys</title><subtitle type='html'>"Building Words"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-3331994745541135758</id><published>2010-02-26T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T06:09:16.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Human Expression Sketching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey guys! My homework for this weekend was to try and figure out how to draw human expressions so here are my attempts at it! I find the human face most difficult to draw when you don't even have any training in the first place!!! Kudos to those artists who can do such a good job!! I don't rock as much as them since I am new to the realistic way of drawing people (previously it was all so manga-ish). Well here are the attempts and the process... DONT LAUGH PLEASE! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4fVN-vgqRI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Of2CEWI1UJM/s1600-h/attempt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442553110857820434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4fVN-vgqRI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Of2CEWI1UJM/s320/attempt1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt 1! Still very manga here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4fVOqBRhJI/AAAAAAAABPY/6II6fRdCTgc/s1600-h/attempt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442553122475050130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4fVOqBRhJI/AAAAAAAABPY/6II6fRdCTgc/s320/attempt2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Attempt #2! LOL at his nose I KNOW! &gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4fVPK3M0pI/AAAAAAAABPg/1TrySTTnlM8/s1600-h/attempt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442553131291169426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4fVPK3M0pI/AAAAAAAABPg/1TrySTTnlM8/s320/attempt3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt #3! Friends say he looks bored, MOM SAYS HE LOOKS LOST! (Make it sound cooler you know?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4fVPnRQASI/AAAAAAAABPo/hFLz_rTGcWU/s1600-h/attempt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442553138916622626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4fVPnRQASI/AAAAAAAABPo/hFLz_rTGcWU/s320/attempt4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt #4! Well I kinda stopped here because I was getting tired, but I'll keep doing my best to continuously improve the shading and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for nowwwww thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-3331994745541135758?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/3331994745541135758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=3331994745541135758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3331994745541135758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3331994745541135758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2010/02/sidetracks-human-expression-sketching.html' title='Sidetracks; Human Expression Sketching!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4fVN-vgqRI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Of2CEWI1UJM/s72-c/attempt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-3219954153293961986</id><published>2010-02-21T04:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T05:00:38.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Drawings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Drawing time again! Experimented with charcoal, pencil and color pencil! Well here they are! I am going to categorize them today, hehehe, because I drew them on seperate occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;----Normal----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4EpqJXxlMI/AAAAAAAABOw/vKCEH-eLBas/s1600-h/apples(charcoal).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440675628887151810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4EpqJXxlMI/AAAAAAAABOw/vKCEH-eLBas/s320/apples(charcoal).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Charcoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4Eppuy7Q_I/AAAAAAAABOo/1qX4f4aGt1E/s1600-h/apples(colour).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440675621753275378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4Eppuy7Q_I/AAAAAAAABOo/1qX4f4aGt1E/s320/apples(colour).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the color pencil version!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4EpojJjISI/AAAAAAAABOY/ri9H4p3_1UU/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440675601447067938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4EpojJjISI/AAAAAAAABOY/ri9H4p3_1UU/s320/cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My color pencil was quite weak in this area when brighter colors were involved... I think I needed nicer tones but what else could I do with a limited 24-piece set? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4EppNJX3nI/AAAAAAAABOg/4IVeYVlkIHA/s1600-h/tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440675612720619122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4EppNJX3nI/AAAAAAAABOg/4IVeYVlkIHA/s320/tiger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger! Hehehe, for the new year eh! Used color pencils for this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-----Dark----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4EpqT0HUaI/AAAAAAAABO4/8OpRaO-uQvM/s1600-h/darknight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440675631690371490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4EpqT0HUaI/AAAAAAAABO4/8OpRaO-uQvM/s320/darknight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Boo! This was a conceptual artwork where I took this from! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4EthldWxLI/AAAAAAAABPA/tbC2KBr6C9w/s1600-h/sorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440679879854441650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4EthldWxLI/AAAAAAAABPA/tbC2KBr6C9w/s320/sorrow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used pencil for this one! Er... grungy dark stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4EtiJCgDmI/AAAAAAAABPI/JxP-mxIkqDQ/s1600-h/skullgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440679889405480546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4EtiJCgDmI/AAAAAAAABPI/JxP-mxIkqDQ/s320/skullgirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh, pretty morbid stuff huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I wasn't emo-ing or anything though DON'T WORRY! I was just astonished to stumble upon some very dark drawings and decided I'd try to do the same, well I guess I lead much too happy a life to really feel good about drawing these things! Well, that's all for now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-3219954153293961986?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/3219954153293961986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=3219954153293961986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3219954153293961986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3219954153293961986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2010/02/sidetracks-drawings.html' title='Sidetracks; Drawings!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S4EpqJXxlMI/AAAAAAAABOw/vKCEH-eLBas/s72-c/apples(charcoal).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-6798504685742431593</id><published>2010-02-06T21:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:20:40.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Drawings again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Muahahahaha! It's drawing time again! This weekend was really boring! Didn't get to go anywhere particularly fun, I sure can't wait for Chinese New Year next week! Oh well, here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S25WMutczzI/AAAAAAAABNw/jqBh3y64uqY/s1600-h/gunslinger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435376576979849010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S25WMutczzI/AAAAAAAABNw/jqBh3y64uqY/s320/gunslinger2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Messy sketching! Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S25bgUrVxkI/AAAAAAAABOQ/c1bQSy9y4ec/s1600-h/aviatorgirl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435382411147200066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S25bgUrVxkI/AAAAAAAABOQ/c1bQSy9y4ec/s320/aviatorgirl2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aviator Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S25WNDrPwnI/AAAAAAAABN4/c8_6A5I-efc/s1600-h/kidz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435376582607749746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S25WNDrPwnI/AAAAAAAABN4/c8_6A5I-efc/s320/kidz2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"I think this helmet's too big for me." "..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S25WNjdMYUI/AAAAAAAABOA/B8zdqs2WAsA/s1600-h/waiting4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435376591138742594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S25WNjdMYUI/AAAAAAAABOA/B8zdqs2WAsA/s320/waiting4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's late again, as usual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S25WNywM-TI/AAAAAAAABOI/taGgw4zD1cA/s1600-h/cutie(blog).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435376595245005106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S25WNywM-TI/AAAAAAAABOI/taGgw4zD1cA/s320/cutie(blog).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This love has taken its toll on me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! That's all for now! :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-6798504685742431593?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/6798504685742431593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=6798504685742431593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6798504685742431593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6798504685742431593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2010/02/sidetracks-drawings-again.html' title='Sidetracks; Drawings again!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S25WMutczzI/AAAAAAAABNw/jqBh3y64uqY/s72-c/gunslinger2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-2780289037258072373</id><published>2010-01-28T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:40:21.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies; Second Chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haven't really thought of a name for this manga idea I have in my head, but I decided to make a video about it just in case I lose the idea again! I know I didn't put much effort into the art, muahahaha I got lazy... Well, here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9e3af0934e99d6b2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9e3af0934e99d6b2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A7C9BB79FCB8FDD41C515AF3EF1E77E3B380B4B.35AAC306520F1C4708EFF4ABC4AF9AF7F2A30D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9e3af0934e99d6b2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjePzrsbFErJojLKI4Nog1HQ1wRo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9e3af0934e99d6b2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A7C9BB79FCB8FDD41C515AF3EF1E77E3B380B4B.35AAC306520F1C4708EFF4ABC4AF9AF7F2A30D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9e3af0934e99d6b2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjePzrsbFErJojLKI4Nog1HQ1wRo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;End of post! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-2780289037258072373?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/2780289037258072373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=2780289037258072373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/2780289037258072373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/2780289037258072373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2010/01/movies-second-chances.html' title='Movies; Second Chances'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-8873692704662335140</id><published>2010-01-20T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:35:29.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Clarke Quay! 15 mins walk from Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hehehe, it's just as the title says! It's only a fifteen minutes walk from my place! It's a really nice place to go to if you're looking for a breeze and a place to chill! Muahahaha! I'd love to invite my friends over to this place just to hang out! It was sure fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cTmVVgMMI/AAAAAAAABNA/TCfTQHBTmvg/s1600-h/Image0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428829425101713602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cTmVVgMMI/AAAAAAAABNA/TCfTQHBTmvg/s320/Image0547.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarke Quay! (Thanks to Jian Lei FOR THIS PIC!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cTmgWCdzI/AAAAAAAABNI/lq5ut6AIj54/s1600-h/Image0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428829428056749874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cTmgWCdzI/AAAAAAAABNI/lq5ut6AIj54/s320/Image0548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of our Singapore Canal! Eh! I meant River!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cRuUvs2DI/AAAAAAAABMY/ygKXVEtbHV8/s1600-h/DSC07102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428827363358857266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cRuUvs2DI/AAAAAAAABMY/ygKXVEtbHV8/s320/DSC07102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Lei and Me! This is where those celebrities always act out their shows eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cRuhhHLLI/AAAAAAAABMg/j3BMH5-tV6M/s1600-h/DSC07108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428827366787329202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cRuhhHLLI/AAAAAAAABMg/j3BMH5-tV6M/s320/DSC07108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another nice place apart from Clarke Quay! It's a place Junjie, Jianlei and I found like many posts ago which we really enjoyed! So here we are again! (Candid shot, I am sitting horribly =( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cRu_kieWI/AAAAAAAABMo/AUseo2NklQM/s1600-h/DSC07109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428827374854764898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cRu_kieWI/AAAAAAAABMo/AUseo2NklQM/s320/DSC07109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Face! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cRvFIrxFI/AAAAAAAABMw/oWoYas9RQkM/s1600-h/DSC07117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428827376348546130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cRvFIrxFI/AAAAAAAABMw/oWoYas9RQkM/s320/DSC07117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to me, Jian Lei's a NINJA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cRv4hRlGI/AAAAAAAABM4/_onHK6PtwLE/s1600-h/DSC07112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428827390141895778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cRv4hRlGI/AAAAAAAABM4/_onHK6PtwLE/s320/DSC07112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread out and search! On the lookout for... eh? When was there a bridge there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cTnGSkLII/AAAAAAAABNQ/3b-46I8EGE8/s1600-h/Image0551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428829438242729090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cTnGSkLII/AAAAAAAABNQ/3b-46I8EGE8/s320/Image0551.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's our mysterious photographer! Huijuan! Shaking hands with Stamford. Is that Stamford? I think it is bah, never took History...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cTnazp1qI/AAAAAAAABNY/u4uTcUdgAcY/s1600-h/Image0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428829443750221474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cTnazp1qI/AAAAAAAABNY/u4uTcUdgAcY/s320/Image0554.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Jian Lei's own way of greeting Stamford! Must learn to touch people's ears when you shake their hands wor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cTn_gfPXI/AAAAAAAABNg/jKZoi-CWBo0/s1600-h/Image0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428829453601946994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cTn_gfPXI/AAAAAAAABNg/jKZoi-CWBo0/s320/Image0553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cUkrWe_-I/AAAAAAAABNo/PfRxeHIAqsw/s1600-h/Image0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428830496163299298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cUkrWe_-I/AAAAAAAABNo/PfRxeHIAqsw/s320/Image0555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUACKS LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-8873692704662335140?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/8873692704662335140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=8873692704662335140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/8873692704662335140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/8873692704662335140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2010/01/sidetracks-clarke-quay-15-mins-walk.html' title='Sidetracks; Clarke Quay! 15 mins walk from Home!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S1cTmVVgMMI/AAAAAAAABNA/TCfTQHBTmvg/s72-c/Image0547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-220778028089430587</id><published>2010-01-12T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T05:51:34.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Charcoal! Lacking lots and lots of materials! =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So I made do with a bit of pencil LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S0x-NyQ84HI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Q50mrYeBy0E/s1600-h/charcoal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S0x-NyQ84HI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Q50mrYeBy0E/s320/charcoal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425850426370875506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;More to come! (Hopefully better with more materials =S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-220778028089430587?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/220778028089430587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=220778028089430587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/220778028089430587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/220778028089430587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2010/01/sidetracks-charcoal-lacking-lots-and.html' title='Sidetracks; Charcoal! Lacking lots and lots of materials! =('/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S0x-NyQ84HI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Q50mrYeBy0E/s72-c/charcoal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-4906143185724952502</id><published>2010-01-06T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:52:47.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies; Europa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Europa's the sixth moon of Jupiter. I decided that I wanted to combine various ideas into one with this video. It all started with the music, as I was listening to this epic war soundtrack I thought, why not? And so I drew some armies for fun, added in some monsters and I was done! The music's really what made me do this vid, heh, really like it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a595c2304c4ee7ea" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da595c2304c4ee7ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58F1B773D7A2D1D83BF3989AEA750917876A5C5D.46A7FD0E30F6B95C7C56321F00EB0E2995C9F2FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da595c2304c4ee7ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da0nyqLiX10nhEYxVB--GfRM6dIM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da595c2304c4ee7ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58F1B773D7A2D1D83BF3989AEA750917876A5C5D.46A7FD0E30F6B95C7C56321F00EB0E2995C9F2FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da595c2304c4ee7ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da0nyqLiX10nhEYxVB--GfRM6dIM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-4906143185724952502?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/4906143185724952502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=4906143185724952502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4906143185724952502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4906143185724952502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2010/01/movies-europa.html' title='Movies; Europa'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-6759796303245913882</id><published>2010-01-04T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:27:55.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies; Unfinished Dream &amp; The Show Goes On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey there, it's a new category of posts! I decided to make a movie (or two) with a few sketches of my drawings, it's not much but I had fun doing it! Anyway, here are my finished works, I think this proves to be an interesting way for me to do some stories, heh, so I'll keep working on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfinished Dream (Part One)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f43e166f5b0ac858" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df43e166f5b0ac858%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B59F0D40E557DDFC442B738381B6E2E6F726E93.1BDCC837FE7D3CB69A45CC16283C6305FB29A7ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df43e166f5b0ac858%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlEGoMhxV3ypyyXsWAaSsTWDloWU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df43e166f5b0ac858%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B59F0D40E557DDFC442B738381B6E2E6F726E93.1BDCC837FE7D3CB69A45CC16283C6305FB29A7ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df43e166f5b0ac858%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlEGoMhxV3ypyyXsWAaSsTWDloWU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Show Goes On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Part Two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef08c0f60b4fc650" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def08c0f60b4fc650%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AA3D17242D720A3CC1EDEB40B06A4AC5D3C5A3C.4EAA3B600AF1A8E7D06D7D6389C1760CEE4FEA91%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def08c0f60b4fc650%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYxJ8xtvqJC6Gb6v3ugl5UhM2qNc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def08c0f60b4fc650%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AA3D17242D720A3CC1EDEB40B06A4AC5D3C5A3C.4EAA3B600AF1A8E7D06D7D6389C1760CEE4FEA91%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def08c0f60b4fc650%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYxJ8xtvqJC6Gb6v3ugl5UhM2qNc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; all for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-6759796303245913882?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/6759796303245913882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=6759796303245913882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6759796303245913882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6759796303245913882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2010/01/movies-unfinished-dream.html' title='Movies; Unfinished Dream &amp; The Show Goes On'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-2365001866654124001</id><published>2010-01-04T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:14:41.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; RESOLUTION GO 2010! (+ some drawings)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;2010 IS HERE! Boy, plenty of things to do! Gotta set the record straight and do well this year! I must achieve my aims and make sure I don't let anyone except myself down! Resolution? TO DO WELL IN EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Now that that's taken care of, hehehe did some drawings today for the fun of it, just trying animation styles from other countries, not very good, and perhaps I shouldn't classify this sort of drawings as other countries' styles yet. Oh well, still got a long way to go! All the way this year WOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S0ICUvnGTBI/AAAAAAAABLo/1EADo-wDKCU/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S0ICUvnGTBI/AAAAAAAABLo/1EADo-wDKCU/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422899456708594706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I dont know why, but I think he looks familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S0ICVLsAmXI/AAAAAAAABLw/PYhYQBNinaE/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S0ICVLsAmXI/AAAAAAAABLw/PYhYQBNinaE/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422899464245385586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Not his girlfriend! (refer to above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S0ICVaxvJUI/AAAAAAAABL4/mngqF3XHqAc/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S0ICVaxvJUI/AAAAAAAABL4/mngqF3XHqAc/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422899468295939394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Muahahahaa, a picture comic! One picture at a time~ I name it Big Dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S0ICVhkzFLI/AAAAAAAABMA/yOt2E7_ljCE/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S0ICVhkzFLI/AAAAAAAABMA/yOt2E7_ljCE/s320/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422899470120719538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Another adventure for me to expand on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S0Ih7AVEmfI/AAAAAAAABMI/urzaOu8dY9E/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S0Ih7AVEmfI/AAAAAAAABMI/urzaOu8dY9E/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422934198891878898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-2365001866654124001?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/2365001866654124001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=2365001866654124001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/2365001866654124001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/2365001866654124001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2010/01/sidetracks-resolution-go-2010-some.html' title='Sidetracks; RESOLUTION GO 2010! (+ some drawings)'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/S0ICUvnGTBI/AAAAAAAABLo/1EADo-wDKCU/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-6348708423040763791</id><published>2009-12-31T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:24:32.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Stuffed with Sakae (again), and Sentosa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's the new year everybody! Happy new year! I managed to get home on time before the countdown, and I am so glad I DID! My whole family w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;as aro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;und, so we enjoyed the event together, and it was lovely! Well, on with the post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sakae:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Heh, we've been at this before, and here we are again! Once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;, we head to Sakae for a crazy buffet, stuffing ourselves up with rice and raw food. Before we headed there before though, we had a game of pool, and it was quite fun. The group for this outing consisted of Jun Jie, Jian Lei, Jia Hui, Vanessa and her boyfriend and myself, heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;While at the restaurant, we decided to mix up something crazy with the sauces provided to us, with the plan to actually make it a forfeit. In the end however, Jun Jie and Jia Hui decided to take a spoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nful of our concoction and we've got a video to prove it! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So here it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9fd46645e295723d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9fd46645e295723d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1023286B5DE88225C458D5F650765ABC78F734E2.515D0D51DCDCF0FDD1442CE1DBCC2FDB60EB25AF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9fd46645e295723d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DssNiComBIJWXaRHmXbNfVzjylZ4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9fd46645e295723d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1023286B5DE88225C458D5F650765ABC78F734E2.515D0D51DCDCF0FDD1442CE1DBCC2FDB60EB25AF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9fd46645e295723d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DssNiComBIJWXaRHmXbNfVzjylZ4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jian Lei eventually convinced both me and Jia Hui to head down to Sentosa th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;e ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;xt day. Not to mention it was the day of the countdown, though I didn't stick with the res&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;t of them for that. I wanted to celebrate it with my family this year! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! We went to Sentosa and had plenty of fun there, took a few pictures and I think that was about it! Well, here are the pictures we took!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzzZwjzYZhI/AAAAAAAABKA/aIiD2KNTdz8/s1600-h/DSC06809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzzZwjzYZhI/AAAAAAAABKA/aIiD2KNTdz8/s320/DSC06809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421447479714932242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jia Hui, Jian Lei, Xiaohong, Huijuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzzZw3KuXsI/AAAAAAAABKI/nSNXKlq4A9s/s1600-h/DSC06811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzzZw3KuXsI/AAAAAAAABKI/nSNXKlq4A9s/s320/DSC06811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421447484913114818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Huijuan &amp;amp; Xiaohong =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzzZxS-Fc5I/AAAAAAAABKQ/k8JQTUFBCSA/s1600-h/DSC06816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzzZxS-Fc5I/AAAAAAAABKQ/k8JQTUFBCSA/s320/DSC06816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421447492376294290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jiahui, Jian Lei, Myself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzzZxyQeWyI/AAAAAAAABKY/ZLN8ZyiXEPc/s1600-h/DSC06822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzzZxyQeWyI/AAAAAAAABKY/ZLN8ZyiXEPc/s320/DSC06822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421447500774923042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Teacher Xiaohong! We went shopping at Vivo later to find clothes suitable for her, which weren't too shabby looking, it was quite amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzzdiQ4KmgI/AAAAAAAABKo/MsidaUNMslM/s1600-h/DSC06820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzzdiQ4KmgI/AAAAAAAABKo/MsidaUNMslM/s320/DSC06820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421451632163068418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Goofy time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Szzdig6FcGI/AAAAAAAABKw/SJQoX_ZtBQA/s1600-h/Image0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Szzdig6FcGI/AAAAAAAABKw/SJQoX_ZtBQA/s320/Image0511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421451636466085986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;For those of you who've been to Vivo, if you came across the National Geographic shop, you'll know what this is too! This is the freezing chamber where you can pay a fee of $1 and get to take a picture of yourself in it too! Don't underestimate how this machine works! It looks like I am enjoying myself, BUT I WAS FREEZING LIKE CRAZY! The fan behind me blew cold wind like its life depended on it, and you can see from the sensors behind that my body was trying to produce heat, fast. :S A whole bunch of people came to see me inside the chamber, and since you can see me inside from the outside, it was quite embarassing LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzzZyZaHlNI/AAAAAAAABKg/s61L8UuMBm0/s1600-h/DSC06831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzzZyZaHlNI/AAAAAAAABKg/s61L8UuMBm0/s320/DSC06831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421447511284356306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But it was a fun experience! I enjoyed it a lot, especially since it felt like I was actually at some place really cold. Heh, try it if you are at Vivo and you've got a dollar in your pocket you aren't afraid of spending! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now! Happy new year everybody! I gotta work hard too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-6348708423040763791?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/6348708423040763791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=6348708423040763791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6348708423040763791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6348708423040763791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/12/sidetracks-stuffed-with-sakae-again-and.html' title='Sidetracks; Stuffed with Sakae (again), and Sentosa!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzzZwjzYZhI/AAAAAAAABKA/aIiD2KNTdz8/s72-c/DSC06809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-15226344938741247</id><published>2009-12-26T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:52:13.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; XMAS EVE + XMAS OUTING 2009! (300MB OF PHOTOS VAD?!!?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;First it was XMAS EVE! This is an add-on by the way, I just got the photos! So it was the eve of xmas and i went with Liping, Linsay, Jian Lei, Jia Hui to Liping's churc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;h to watch their performance. It was really funny! Especially how techno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; managed to find its way t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;o history =S *I have a feeling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performance, since we met up with zhongping earli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;er, we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; met up with huanmin too and we headed to Jurong Point for dinner! We ate at subway, and initially we wanted to go play pool as well, but since most of us couldn't make it. Jian Lei, Jia Hui an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;d myself went with Liping to Suntec for a while with the promise that we will get to play some pool, BUT NO!! LOL, don't worry Liping, no harm done! Jian Lei and I tried searching for clothes for Jia Hui, since the next day was our own outing, and oh well, looks like Jia Hui was all set already, so we just window shopped for fun, heh. It was a fun day! Here are the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sz8x2UnK-8I/AAAAAAAABK4/JPutCZbZCB4/s1600-h/20448_1241799297434_1602884167_610427_3523745_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sz8x2UnK-8I/AAAAAAAABK4/JPutCZbZCB4/s320/20448_1241799297434_1602884167_610427_3523745_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422107285693070274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;YA! Happy Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sz8x22UszRI/AAAAAAAABLA/5IOMf_OQ1TA/s1600-h/20448_1241799257433_1602884167_610426_1593207_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sz8x22UszRI/AAAAAAAABLA/5IOMf_OQ1TA/s320/20448_1241799257433_1602884167_610426_1593207_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422107294742400274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Lots of people there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sz8x3L2fuYI/AAAAAAAABLI/dF6-i3JRb4Q/s1600-h/20448_1241799697444_1602884167_610436_2519378_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sz8x3L2fuYI/AAAAAAAABLI/dF6-i3JRb4Q/s320/20448_1241799697444_1602884167_610436_2519378_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422107300521294210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mirror reflection time! #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sz8x3Xn6FEI/AAAAAAAABLQ/xdlrYrzOupY/s1600-h/20448_1241799737445_1602884167_610437_3750369_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sz8x3Xn6FEI/AAAAAAAABLQ/xdlrYrzOupY/s320/20448_1241799737445_1602884167_610437_3750369_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422107303681332290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mirror reflection time again! #2 (Jian Lei's face was sawed in half by the lift! :O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sz8x3t_cdEI/AAAAAAAABLY/JmnxWcb51uQ/s1600-h/20448_1241799857448_1602884167_610440_7093405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sz8x3t_cdEI/AAAAAAAABLY/JmnxWcb51uQ/s320/20448_1241799857448_1602884167_610440_7093405_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422107309685634114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Eating at subway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sz8y5JD_5WI/AAAAAAAABLg/xvNn7PjDtH0/s1600-h/20448_1241799777446_1602884167_610438_7231128_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sz8y5JD_5WI/AAAAAAAABLg/xvNn7PjDtH0/s320/20448_1241799777446_1602884167_610438_7231128_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422108433643988322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Wot a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's all for this add-on, heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;It's XMAS! And as usual, Orchard Road is lit up with beauti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ful Christmas lighti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ng once more. The decorations are beautiful t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;his year, as I particularly fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;und the la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;mps hang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ing on the trees to be most fascinating! Well, the day started off w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ith mysel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;meeting w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; the guys as PS (sad to say, we didn't have the girls and the other guys with us this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; D: NE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;XT YEAR!!!), then we made our way down to Parkland Mall where we played a bit of pool to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; for eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ning to arrive, 'cause that's when the decorations will be much nicer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;to take pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So we took many many pictures, of which I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;to t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;awa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;y some since they were probably taken very badly by yours truly. Oh well, here a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;re the pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;! I think it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;will b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;e much better to type along with them, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzY4-4Xe1oI/AAAAAAAABEY/O2jWEueIIfw/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzY4-4Xe1oI/AAAAAAAABEY/O2jWEueIIfw/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419581854520891010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Pool Session begins! Jian Lei's up first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzY4_KxSV7I/AAAAAAAABEg/jw9jnrTrabI/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzY4_KxSV7I/AAAAAAAABEg/jw9jnrTrabI/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419581859460962226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And then it's Zhengyu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzY4_h6gI5I/AAAAAAAABEo/MFtNBOu9nbg/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzY4_h6gI5I/AAAAAAAABEo/MFtNBOu9nbg/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419581865673630610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The master of white balls flying out of the table... JIA HUI! WOOOO! Just playin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; dude hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzY4_59yJSI/AAAAAAAABEw/rBhyTdQ0l8Q/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzY4_59yJSI/AAAAAAAABEw/rBhyTdQ0l8Q/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419581872129844514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And then it's my turn!!!! Sorry for the bad bridge coach!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzY5ANKHQzI/AAAAAAAABE4/wdQzXGt_dGs/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzY5ANKHQzI/AAAAAAAABE4/wdQzXGt_dGs/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419581877281833778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Zhengyu and his candid shooting skills :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZA4oZwNdI/AAAAAAAABFA/0SWYdHfAMl4/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZA4oZwNdI/AAAAAAAABFA/0SWYdHfAMl4/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419590543249257938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAA!!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZA5EpnENI/AAAAAAAABFI/r-AqTJSv5ao/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZA5EpnENI/AAAAAAAABFI/r-AqTJSv5ao/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419590550831960274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;XMAS TREE #1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZA5qPxAVI/AAAAAAAABFQ/3F23DJX2qvs/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZA5qPxAVI/AAAAAAAABFQ/3F23DJX2qvs/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419590560924107090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;THE CAMERA IS FORWARDDDDDDDDD DOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZA51H_crI/AAAAAAAABFY/2YJSR6ywAZw/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZA51H_crI/AAAAAAAABFY/2YJSR6ywAZw/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419590563844289202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Heh!!! Zhengyu and Jia Hui! (TAKEN BY ME HAH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZA6fzMYQI/AAAAAAAABFg/wjaTXUUIX3I/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZA6fzMYQI/AAAAAAAABFg/wjaTXUUIX3I/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419590575299780866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;HEH! Jian Lei! I am ready for your candid pictures! &gt;:S (Jia Hui and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; one of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;many ghostly images LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZFkCNqOiI/AAAAAAAABFo/xSHGrePbku0/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZFkCNqOiI/AAAAAAAABFo/xSHGrePbku0/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419595686958742050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A proper one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZFks2sZcI/AAAAAAAABFw/-8Da_2HG-DE/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZFks2sZcI/AAAAAAAABFw/-8Da_2HG-DE/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419595698405139906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Another one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZFk3tx8sI/AAAAAAAABF4/KGUtaZ1EmdA/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZFk3tx8sI/AAAAAAAABF4/KGUtaZ1EmdA/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419595701320544962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;JIAN LEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!! -eyes smarting from flash-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZFlbXvAoI/AAAAAAAABGA/i9AiSfj-kY0/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZFlbXvAoI/AAAAAAAABGA/i9AiSfj-kY0/s320/14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419595710891754114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Are we going to EVER LEAVING THIS SPOT? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZFl58kTXI/AAAAAAAABGI/MXHUwV-C010/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZFl58kTXI/AAAAAAAABGI/MXHUwV-C010/s320/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419595719099305330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;THANKS! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZIl_EhFoI/AAAAAAAABGQ/q9JmcWorAbg/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZIl_EhFoI/AAAAAAAABGQ/q9JmcWorAbg/s320/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419599019009709698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Lots of Love, X'mas balloons and pretty pretty photos for you! H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;eh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZImDnBWQI/AAAAAAAABGY/1Lg_g6jxLow/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZImDnBWQI/AAAAAAAABGY/1Lg_g6jxLow/s320/17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419599020228172034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;XMAS TREE #2! I like this one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZImql7ThI/AAAAAAAABGg/-hw98AbR93Q/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZImql7ThI/AAAAAAAABGg/-hw98AbR93Q/s320/18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419599030692564498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And then we head onto the streets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZInadQfUI/AAAAAAAABGw/dboi568q-WQ/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZInadQfUI/AAAAAAAABGw/dboi568q-WQ/s320/20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419599043541105986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;We were probably running out of postures LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZLrfF1QQI/AAAAAAAABHo/JEhXrPHXFOM/s1600-h/Image0480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZLrfF1QQI/AAAAAAAABHo/JEhXrPHXFOM/s320/Image0480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419602412039389442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Leave it to me to take the pics now guys! LOL (While you're busy trying to get Linhei out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZLIKJ6lvI/AAAAAAAABG4/zrn9AVmo7vg/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZLIKJ6lvI/AAAAAAAABG4/zrn9AVmo7vg/s320/21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419601805123950322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Candid time! I am proud of this shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZLIVoqsMI/AAAAAAAABHA/8vugCpnP0gQ/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZLIVoqsMI/AAAAAAAABHA/8vugCpnP0gQ/s320/22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419601808205721794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Jian Lei and Zhengyu standing under a tree~ *hums the rest*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZLI4qIsWI/AAAAAAAABHI/wjEPRRXvxdI/s1600-h/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZLI4qIsWI/AAAAAAAABHI/wjEPRRXvxdI/s320/23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419601817607123298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;SMILEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZLJN3YZUI/AAAAAAAABHQ/2lyJKWjYc9M/s1600-h/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZLJN3YZUI/AAAAAAAABHQ/2lyJKWjYc9M/s320/24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419601823299822914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;COOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZLJvjX4tI/AAAAAAAABHY/e8vyadveVtA/s1600-h/25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZLJvjX4tI/AAAAAAAABHY/e8vyadveVtA/s320/25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419601832342708946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Your turn Zhengyu! *tosses camera back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZPk2GVW4I/AAAAAAAABHw/RYgNRsDrfgA/s1600-h/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZPk2GVW4I/AAAAAAAABHw/RYgNRsDrfgA/s320/26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419606696002935682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Jia Hui and Zhengyu! Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZPleMGePI/AAAAAAAABH4/nF-CURyyBVE/s1600-h/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZPleMGePI/AAAAAAAABH4/nF-CURyyBVE/s320/27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419606706764544242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Muahahahaha! We're going in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZLqxxUkrI/AAAAAAAABHg/aRvc-ukHMLI/s1600-h/IMG_1076%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZLqxxUkrI/AAAAAAAABHg/aRvc-ukHMLI/s320/IMG_1076%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419602399873766066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"Ha, I've got some plans for my future pad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZPmIdHxkI/AAAAAAAABIA/Lk-nYU5r_9o/s1600-h/29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZPmIdHxkI/AAAAAAAABIA/Lk-nYU5r_9o/s320/29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419606718110221890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Jian Lei, go for your LV belt dude! *thumbs-up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZPmfcwfzI/AAAAAAAABII/Vjg-GPof-gw/s1600-h/30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZPmfcwfzI/AAAAAAAABII/Vjg-GPof-gw/s320/30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419606724282711858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Camera's back to me eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZS6oimxbI/AAAAAAAABIQ/7h2xSujrODg/s1600-h/31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZS6oimxbI/AAAAAAAABIQ/7h2xSujrODg/s320/31.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419610368855426482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Well! I think it's about time somebody took the camera eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZS7Ou6SmI/AAAAAAAABIY/2DaoTxIa7Lg/s1600-h/32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZS7Ou6SmI/AAAAAAAABIY/2DaoTxIa7Lg/s320/32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419610379107584610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Heh, had to do one of this type of shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZS7eOM7yI/AAAAAAAABIg/vVXVUU6bEBM/s1600-h/33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZS7eOM7yI/AAAAAAAABIg/vVXVUU6bEBM/s320/33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419610383265361698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;You guys might recognize this from ION, heh. This 'fake store' actually fooled me and Jian Lei when we first saw it, and an incident where a man actually went to try touching it to see if it was real cracked both of us up immediately LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZS7-X8AYI/AAAAAAAABIo/QweJt7_kuPc/s1600-h/34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZS7-X8AYI/AAAAAAAABIo/QweJt7_kuPc/s320/34.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419610391896129922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Jian Lei's got the camera again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZS8BS4OgI/AAAAAAAABIw/8YugIWnpnHE/s1600-h/35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZS8BS4OgI/AAAAAAAABIw/8YugIWnpnHE/s320/35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419610392680217090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;We went INSIDE THE XMAS TREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZWdi3L8PI/AAAAAAAABI4/Fez1oALhlQE/s1600-h/36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZWdi3L8PI/AAAAAAAABI4/Fez1oALhlQE/s320/36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419614267161440498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;LOOK GUYS, STARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZWeDN6hsI/AAAAAAAABJA/peq1rsuIMxw/s1600-h/37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZWeDN6hsI/AAAAAAAABJA/peq1rsuIMxw/s320/37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419614275846702786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;To infinity and beyond!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZWeqd2IiI/AAAAAAAABJI/a9DQmHzuYag/s1600-h/38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZWeqd2IiI/AAAAAAAABJI/a9DQmHzuYag/s320/38.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419614286382506530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;LOL, I can't resist another! Welcome to the Justice League LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZWfLoEklI/AAAAAAAABJQ/afoGFgPPcU0/s1600-h/40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZWfLoEklI/AAAAAAAABJQ/afoGFgPPcU0/s320/40.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419614295283765842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;USUALLY, this would be dangerous as hell! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZZJKqKucI/AAAAAAAABJY/O7MTexsWaIo/s1600-h/42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZZJKqKucI/AAAAAAAABJY/O7MTexsWaIo/s320/42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419617215601883586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Then we headed to Pastamania at Cathay, where everybody ate except me since I alre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ady had chow at home heh. (This is Jian Lei's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZZJkVc7UI/AAAAAAAABJg/PwPfm4QQOVI/s1600-h/43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZZJkVc7UI/AAAAAAAABJg/PwPfm4QQOVI/s320/43.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419617222494317890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And this is Jia Hui's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZZKEaNodI/AAAAAAAABJo/-AYxXQBufJ8/s1600-h/44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZZKEaNodI/AAAAAAAABJo/-AYxXQBufJ8/s320/44.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419617231104221650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;This is Zhengyu's, albeit slightly less appealing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZZKghHWfI/AAAAAAAABJw/-TnNNAyPmFo/s1600-h/45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzZZKghHWfI/AAAAAAAABJw/-TnNNAyPmFo/s320/45.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419617238649362930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Unable to control my own hunger any further, I headed home first! The guys stayed on though till about two plus in the morning! They missed the last bus home, although they did manage to take NR3 home in the end, which was really fortunate heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now!! I had a great time guys! 2010's set! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-15226344938741247?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/15226344938741247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=15226344938741247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/15226344938741247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/15226344938741247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/12/sidetracks-xmas-outing-2009-300mb-of.html' title='Sidetracks; XMAS EVE + XMAS OUTING 2009! (300MB OF PHOTOS VAD?!!?)'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sz8x2UnK-8I/AAAAAAAABK4/JPutCZbZCB4/s72-c/20448_1241799297434_1602884167_610427_3523745_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-416796569349556657</id><published>2009-12-23T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:56:48.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Lots of love, x'mas balloons and pretty pretty photos for you! Jay Chou and Lin Chi Ling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hiya all! It's been quite awhile since I last posted, hehehe. I went to do some volunteer work recently for the Metro-SIF project for my school, and BOY WAS IT FUN! We are raising funds for children in Indonesia so that we ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;n build them a multi-purpose hall. We've got a photo booth, and another booth inside Metro itself. I was po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;to the metro at Paragon and boy it was a rather enriching experience. At least, I know how to make balloons in different shapes now which is really fun! We gave balloons, took photos for people with our very own santa statue and I guess it's to be expected that the people shopping at paragon are reaaaaaally generous with their money since we found a $100 note somehow inside the donation box itself! It was fun making all the different shapes with the balloons and I enjoyed myself very much. I made a flower balloon but it wasn't much appreciated LOL, well a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;t least I thought it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; wasn't, until my friend Heng Li took the shift the next day and f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;my flower amongst my pirate sword balloons inside the cupboard at the photo booth and said it was nice, MUAHAHAHA! FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;On a different note,went out with Jian Lei and Jia Hui just yesterday, and my ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;one happily ran out of battery before I could take photos of Jay Chou and Lin Chi Ling! They came over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; to promote their latest movie, and boy was Plaza Singapura crowded. Luckily, Jian Lei had his phone to help take photos, although w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e kinda waited there for like 2 hours, I still have no idea what made us stay rooted there for so long LOL, but we talked alot so the time passed by relatively fast. They were late though those celebrities, and the guy next to me wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s telling me, "Why is it that when celebs are late, we forgive them?" Good question buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are the pictures from JL's phone, and note to self... GET A CAMERA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzHnf6qg_dI/AAAAAAAABDw/C7yNUwvNHq4/s1600-h/After+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzHnf6qg_dI/AAAAAAAABDw/C7yNUwvNHq4/s320/After+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418366362212957650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Check out the crowd! The screams from the fan-girls were excruciating though it did add to the atmosphere! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzHngB4pl1I/AAAAAAAABD4/3Abhn8p97-s/s1600-h/E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzHngB4pl1I/AAAAAAAABD4/3Abhn8p97-s/s320/E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418366364151289682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;There they are! The boy next to me was like, "NOOOO LIN CHILING WHY DID YOU CUT YOUR HAIR!!!!?!?" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzHngcE0qNI/AAAAAAAABEA/T8_n_9JGB3U/s1600-h/B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzHngcE0qNI/AAAAAAAABEA/T8_n_9JGB3U/s320/B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418366371181668562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sadly, all we could see was the top of their heads, since we were rather high up. The both of them did bother to look up and wave, muahahaha, so we got a good clear view of their faces for one moment heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzHngwgCw2I/AAAAAAAABEI/vYP1Z6-Kgaw/s1600-h/G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzHngwgCw2I/AAAAAAAABEI/vYP1Z6-Kgaw/s320/G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418366376664548194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Then Jay began doing some magic show with cards, it was interesting. The first trick he did was to turn a deck which was totally shuffled messily into a deck of cards with the exact same shape printed on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzHnhCTzDQI/AAAAAAAABEQ/rRpji23rDro/s1600-h/H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzHnhCTzDQI/AAAAAAAABEQ/rRpji23rDro/s320/H.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418366381445025026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Then he invited a fan down, this girl who immediately snatched the chance without warning to hug him much to the screams of other fan-girls LOL! Then he manages to pick the card she chose right at the very end and even Lin Chi Ling was impressed because the amazing part was how Lin Chi Ling was the one choosing all the cards until the very end and all he did was flip it over and the card was the one the fangirl had chosen initially, COOL HUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now! It was fun! Looking forward to another outing guys! :D (BUT FIRST, TIME FOR ME TO READ MY LATEST BOOK, MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-416796569349556657?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/416796569349556657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=416796569349556657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/416796569349556657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/416796569349556657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/12/sidetracks-lots-of-love-xmas-balloons.html' title='Sidetracks; Lots of love, x&apos;mas balloons and pretty pretty photos for you! Jay Chou and Lin Chi Ling!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SzHnf6qg_dI/AAAAAAAABDw/C7yNUwvNHq4/s72-c/After+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-4430071266274134711</id><published>2009-12-06T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T06:28:36.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; 20km</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cycling. Cycling. Cycling. That's all we did for 20km for the entirety of this outing!!! Today, I went cycling with my friends at East Coast Park, and with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; an effort, fueled by curiousity, we decided to go beyond where we stopped previous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ly during our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;last cycle with the dudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. Previously we had stopped at a border sign which prevented us from going further, but it seems luck is on our side today as we managed to go beyond that and even get to Changi Beach all the way from East Coast! I know that's not much to some of you, but to us it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;no e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;asy feat! Boy, my legs are really tired and i am so drained that I am not going to type out so much about what happened, but let the pictures do the talking themselves (despite the lack of it, heh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu7S3y1kuI/AAAAAAAABCw/QTT34taa7uA/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu7S3y1kuI/AAAAAAAABCw/QTT34taa7uA/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412125310104998626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Heh heh, we stumbled upon this on our way to Changi Beach, this was after the border, so for those of you interested in exploring Changi Beach from ECP, this is a treat for you!!! The scenery was so nice, that it didn't even seemed like it was part of Singapore, perhaps some European country or something, provided those green railings didn't give the picture away, heh, but it was a fun place to chill for a bit and the echoes there are AMAZING, gotta try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu7TBFbfKI/AAAAAAAABC4/b4CDMKoWiqs/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu7TBFbfKI/AAAAAAAABC4/b4CDMKoWiqs/s320/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412125312598899874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me and Jian Lei in New Zealand, HA-HA-HA! *Sarcastic Laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu7_bEMIKI/AAAAAAAABDY/3CHpA31wD1I/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu7_bEMIKI/AAAAAAAABDY/3CHpA31wD1I/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412126075487264930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AND THERE IT IS! Changi Airport, ladies and gentlemen! LOL, what's Changi without the good ol' planes flying around noisily eh? This was an absolute treat for plane fanatics (aka Jian Lei), and I got into the mood myself of enjoying these steel bodies of flight taking off and landing on the runway with a loud whirr. It was a fantastic experience! (I tried to race the plane which was taking off, ridiculous attempt hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu7T_-4cEI/AAAAAAAABDI/hRlKnBJXU80/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu7T_-4cEI/AAAAAAAABDI/hRlKnBJXU80/s320/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412125329482870850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AND THEN IT TOOK TO THE AIR! I love this picture as well as the next one because I always liked how things looked like up in the sky, and a nice picture of an aeroplane like this, I don't know, you could say that I am just over-exaggerating the atmosphere, but seriously this was not a regrettable outing muahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu7UShEd5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/Aw5an3mk9w0/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu7UShEd5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/Aw5an3mk9w0/s320/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412125334458103698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And this is the second picture which I took when I was ahead of the rest of them, and this plane happened to fly overhead, so I snapped it before it left hehehe! (Lamppost for verification, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu7_2qboGI/AAAAAAAABDg/scWQ2gP1Rzg/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu7_2qboGI/AAAAAAAABDg/scWQ2gP1Rzg/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412126082895421538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Finally, we reached Changi Beach! This was another scenery I felt, didn't really quite feel like Singapore once again. But maybe it's because since it was a new kind of place which I have never visited before, everything was looking foreign enough to make it seem "un-Singapore-ish" you can quote me on that term :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu8AEkTKOI/AAAAAAAABDo/6fWcaKjna80/s1600-h/Image0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu8AEkTKOI/AAAAAAAABDo/6fWcaKjna80/s320/Image0393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412126086627797218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And here we are, on the rather desolated beach of Changi... Those guys seem to be having fun, I wonder what they are doing holding onto kites and surfing at the same time, but speaking of kites, the wind there is FANTASTIC. Practically blows into your face and body and cools you up immediately! It was really nice to simply relax there, and I can honestly say that I wouldn't mind sitting there and just hanging out if we weren't pressed for time to return the bikes we borrowed in four hours. Oh well, another time then Changi, it's a date! &gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. LOL, I know I know, I messed up. The trip was so exciting to talk about, I ended up typing most of it out in the end ugh... *sprawls on bed* ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-4430071266274134711?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/4430071266274134711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=4430071266274134711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4430071266274134711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4430071266274134711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/12/sidetracks-20km.html' title='Sidetracks; 20km'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sxu7S3y1kuI/AAAAAAAABCw/QTT34taa7uA/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-1060798638858272171</id><published>2009-12-04T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:43:33.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Drawings! Training: LIMBS AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh boy, was drawing again today muahahaha! Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: FEET ARE NOT EASY. I used to think that the toes were drawn like sausages, that didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; get me very far LOL. Thanks to tutorials it's starting to look slightly more like human feet rather than some ogre's. Oh well, decided to draw girl in winter clothings this time since XMAS IS ALMOST HERE! Prezzies much wanted HAHAHA! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxlXN3QvQvI/AAAAAAAABCg/PVwQCdVUNC4/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxlXN3QvQvI/AAAAAAAABCg/PVwQCdVUNC4/s320/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411452322946433778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hmmm, "posterised" anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxlXOMmFesI/AAAAAAAABCo/4kvfZCTvb9U/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxlXOMmFesI/AAAAAAAABCo/4kvfZCTvb9U/s320/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411452328673114818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;HANDS AND FEET, and an EYE! Apparently there are two ways to looking at a closed eye when it comes to drawing, hmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-1060798638858272171?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/1060798638858272171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=1060798638858272171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1060798638858272171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1060798638858272171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/12/sidetracks-drawings-training-limbs.html' title='Sidetracks; Drawings! Training: LIMBS AGAIN'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxlXN3QvQvI/AAAAAAAABCg/PVwQCdVUNC4/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-5134302657933162989</id><published>2009-12-03T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:52:20.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Drawings! Training: Hands+ Faces+ WEREWOLF!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Whoa, it sure isn't easy to draw when you don't have a template, I understand that now! I used to have difficulty with the hands, but it seems with a template it becomes a whole lot easier (duh!)! I tried to draw eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;as realistically as possi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ble, since I have been focussing so much on anime eyes, I seem to have neglected realistic drawings, and boy, I have a long way to goooo!! Just trying out these different body parts with these drawings, and hehehe, I HAD to add a wolf for that manga-ish character at the bottom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxfqIvtPh7I/AAAAAAAABB4/a4v2f6pHjAA/s1600-h/couples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxfqIvtPh7I/AAAAAAAABB4/a4v2f6pHjAA/s320/couples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411050913275021234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Heh, I tried to draw manga characters with more realistic eyes this time! Neglected proportions though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxfqI3j-NTI/AAAAAAAABCA/tcov2kD4Ls0/s1600-h/hehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxfqI3j-NTI/AAAAAAAABCA/tcov2kD4Ls0/s320/hehe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411050915383620914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hehehe, the girl on the left I left incomplete, but the girl on the right, I was trying to do it as realistic as possible! Ended up trying to make her too cute in the end, OH WELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxfqJRED1uI/AAAAAAAABCI/jTVX_xzhIZE/s1600-h/scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxfqJRED1uI/AAAAAAAABCI/jTVX_xzhIZE/s320/scream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411050922229094114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hehehe, I just realised that drawing the nose is FRICKIN' HARD when you're trying to do it realistically! Anime noses are easy with the simple line or so, but with the actual nose you really got to consider shades and stuff! (P.S. I think anime noses are scary in reality.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxfqJ6iLuaI/AAAAAAAABCQ/mmoXhTyMoK4/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxfqJ6iLuaI/AAAAAAAABCQ/mmoXhTyMoK4/s320/sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411050933361293730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Muahahaha, I think i was more successful with her! The shading had to be just right though, it's really hard!!!!!! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxfqKGpA7sI/AAAAAAAABCY/ylapv5F70sg/s1600-h/reule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxfqKGpA7sI/AAAAAAAABCY/ylapv5F70sg/s320/reule.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411050936611172034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And not forgetting! REULE THE WEREWOLF LOLZ! I couldn't help it, just HAD to draw a manga character amidst all the drawings LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now! Must keep practising! :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-5134302657933162989?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/5134302657933162989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=5134302657933162989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/5134302657933162989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/5134302657933162989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/12/sidetracks-drawings-training-hands.html' title='Sidetracks; Drawings! Training: Hands+ Faces+ WEREWOLF!?'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SxfqIvtPh7I/AAAAAAAABB4/a4v2f6pHjAA/s72-c/couples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-7350058732050354122</id><published>2009-11-08T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:09:55.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; LOL, old stuff never really gets old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Was browsing through Facebook, and dayum, I should have done so sooner, to collect all this old pictures which I totally forgot existed! All thanks to Facebook, these guys finally decided to upload our pictures for me to TAKE! Man, these are old LOL! So many fond memories though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SvdzsAuM2TI/AAAAAAAABA4/4tIb-X89EVc/s1600-h/11432_1144868074160_1601257077_30409405_6535311_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SvdzsAuM2TI/AAAAAAAABA4/4tIb-X89EVc/s320/11432_1144868074160_1601257077_30409405_6535311_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401913477999417650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LOL, thanks to Max's long body, he took a double bike easy man! Wonder where's the video now though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SvdzsbHDggI/AAAAAAAABBA/QUcfGVEaigQ/s1600-h/11432_1144868114161_1601257077_30409406_5308267_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SvdzsbHDggI/AAAAAAAABBA/QUcfGVEaigQ/s320/11432_1144868114161_1601257077_30409406_5308267_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401913485082984962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We should go cycling again soon LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SvdzsiiPMTI/AAAAAAAABBI/16rwFgO1t8U/s1600-h/11432_1144868154162_1601257077_30409407_7517468_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SvdzsiiPMTI/AAAAAAAABBI/16rwFgO1t8U/s320/11432_1144868154162_1601257077_30409407_7517468_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401913487076045106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHA, Great Wall of Bikers, wanna get across to fish? Pay $3.00 prrease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Svdzs_pYC5I/AAAAAAAABBQ/EbdfMHGqQDk/s1600-h/11432_1144868234164_1601257077_30409409_2031147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Svdzs_pYC5I/AAAAAAAABBQ/EbdfMHGqQDk/s320/11432_1144868234164_1601257077_30409409_2031147_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401913494890613650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WOOOOO, i tell you, that auntie fishing there stole all the spotlight from us. -.- Looks like she is fishing that damn boat man!!! LOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Svdz259tq_I/AAAAAAAABBg/7RJVS-tmobk/s1600-h/11432_1144868194163_1601257077_30409408_1560486_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Svdz259tq_I/AAAAAAAABBg/7RJVS-tmobk/s320/11432_1144868194163_1601257077_30409408_1560486_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401913665163996146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And then it got dark, boy it was breezy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SvdztNi97TI/AAAAAAAABBY/xjE9ZYy27bU/s1600-h/11432_1144868274165_1601257077_30409410_7397751_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SvdztNi97TI/AAAAAAAABBY/xjE9ZYy27bU/s320/11432_1144868274165_1601257077_30409410_7397751_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401913498621832498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LOL, I don't really remember the surroundings, but I sure hope that person in white has some legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Svd4TbCn0FI/AAAAAAAABBo/IkRhERmqWYY/s1600-h/9916_262879305181_771985181_8878462_5293276_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Svd4TbCn0FI/AAAAAAAABBo/IkRhERmqWYY/s320/9916_262879305181_771985181_8878462_5293276_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401918553125802066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LOL, omg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Got to keep searching for these treasures man! LOL, frickin' hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-7350058732050354122?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7350058732050354122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=7350058732050354122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7350058732050354122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7350058732050354122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/11/sidetracks-lol-old-stuff-never-really.html' title='Sidetracks; LOL, old stuff never really gets old!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SvdzsAuM2TI/AAAAAAAABA4/4tIb-X89EVc/s72-c/11432_1144868074160_1601257077_30409405_6535311_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-7730409151731997057</id><published>2009-10-24T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:59:21.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; No Title Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Muahahahaaha! I was trying to draw out the characters for my manga TOGETHER! I have no title yet for this idea I have in my head, but I decided to draw them out anyway muahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;Still trying out different trainings, like the eyes, facial proportions and my worst fear: hands. Oh well, got to keep on trying to improve my skills I guess, =( I AM ONLY AT THE STARTING LINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuMWsLzjTqI/AAAAAAAABAY/xE-50CKVKa0/s1600-h/woot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396181726859054754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuMWsLzjTqI/AAAAAAAABAY/xE-50CKVKa0/s320/woot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-daa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuMWsQFDpMI/AAAAAAAABAg/rDohpMfnOhM/s1600-h/trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396181728006218946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuMWsQFDpMI/AAAAAAAABAg/rDohpMfnOhM/s320/trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, it wasn't easy drawing a girl who's super fit :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuMWs0hFgBI/AAAAAAAABAo/y50dpj5KYvA/s1600-h/taro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396181737787457554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuMWs0hFgBI/AAAAAAAABAo/y50dpj5KYvA/s320/taro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a few minutes on his machinery! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuMWtKqUPxI/AAAAAAAABAw/F6khhTapoic/s1600-h/duo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396181743731752722" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuMWtKqUPxI/AAAAAAAABAw/F6khhTapoic/s320/duo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at the characters, LOOK AT THE HAND, ARGH, this is why the hands are so difficult to draw, a single mistake will twist it altogether! See the line between the index and the thumb, it shouldn't be that long in order to make it look normal! Oh well, more training!!! &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now... DONE AT LAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-7730409151731997057?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7730409151731997057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=7730409151731997057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7730409151731997057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7730409151731997057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/10/sidetracks-no-title-yet.html' title='Sidetracks; No Title Yet'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuMWsLzjTqI/AAAAAAAABAY/xE-50CKVKa0/s72-c/woot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-2354647131860410803</id><published>2009-10-23T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:57:12.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Sakae &amp; Ubin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The exams are all over! And the results have already started coming back to us, and it's quite bleak for a number of us, although HOPE WILL ALWAYS LIVE!!! In the meantime, updates on my blog at last! These two events kinda took place a while back, but I just HAD to post them anyway, muahahaha! First up was the Sakae Buffet, where we (the DDs) headed to Suntec City to eat some really oishii sushi. And we kinda (more like REALLY) ate alot of sushi and side dishes that by the end of it, we were all bloated, even Zhengyu and myself who used the "Eating-Slowly Method". Jiahui is a genius at Sakae, working there has really proved useful eh! My best memory of his genious was when he told the waitress there, "I want everything on this page (of the menu), except this and this." And the food that came later was fantastic! They even served a rare dish which Jiahui said they usually aren't allowed to, because it's really expensive or something to serve as a free sidedish in a buffet. But WOOOOOOO, it was a very fun and bloating experience, just check out the pictures to see how much we ATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKTWmhMKgI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/G5XPU92yjIo/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396037320049437186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKTWmhMKgI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/G5XPU92yjIo/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chawanmushi! Looks very harmless right? IT WAS THE ONE THAT DID ME IN!!!&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKUMphz9GI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Ss6SNiBQI5Y/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396038248570287202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKUMphz9GI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Ss6SNiBQI5Y/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMM, this isn't quite enough yet eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKUNCbtr3I/AAAAAAAAA_4/_y9lRShuizE/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396038255255596914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKUNCbtr3I/AAAAAAAAA_4/_y9lRShuizE/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT FIVE GUYS CAN ACCOMPLISH!!! I didn't really count, but it must have been alot! We even added the dessert plates in LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKTXqlPHDI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ern3nmHbdE0/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396037338320018482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKTXqlPHDI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ern3nmHbdE0/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All bloated already haiz!! (P.S. Sorry to the very nice waitress who will be clearing these plates for us! We were really difficult customers not letting them clear the plates LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AND NOW, UBIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was somewhat immediately after the sakae buffet. Just a day or two after the buffet, Linsay suggested going to Pulau Ubin for cycling, and it was a great idea! Especially since we already gained like a hell lot of weight from all the eating at the buffet. (I really need to go jogging again, putting on weight le haiz, EXAMS + BUFFET = BAD STUFF). So immediately after the cycling at ubin, I felt somewhat normal again, it was great weather throughout too, heh! Zhengyu and I shared a two-man bike, and it was still quite fun to ride, although when we came to uphill slopes... (Help! I need somebody Help!) :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKV57jOmbI/AAAAAAAABAA/mzYFRT1pekw/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396040126013807026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKV57jOmbI/AAAAAAAABAA/mzYFRT1pekw/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way there, I saw this ship, and I thought it looked really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKV6FE8FLI/AAAAAAAABAI/uGVu54awyvM/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396040128571118770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKV6FE8FLI/AAAAAAAABAI/uGVu54awyvM/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use less energy to pedal right? NOT TRUE, HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THAT THERE ARE TWO PEOPLE!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKV6dV52II/AAAAAAAABAQ/TDrL44kDRuA/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396040135084726402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKV6dV52II/AAAAAAAABAQ/TDrL44kDRuA/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bike park, hehehe, I used one of the solo bikes from Linsay or Jian Lei to try out the obstacle course, very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-2354647131860410803?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/2354647131860410803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=2354647131860410803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/2354647131860410803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/2354647131860410803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/10/sidetracks-sakae-ubin.html' title='Sidetracks; Sakae &amp; Ubin'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SuKTWmhMKgI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/G5XPU92yjIo/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-7296518190179317299</id><published>2009-08-08T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T07:47:41.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Work Hard! And the tremors of a distortion pedal! =O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Recently got to see the HOD of Mathematics with my parents for the Parent-Teacher Meeting session. I am glad it was all right, and that the main issue was just: work hard. I truly regret not doing so for the month of June, I really do. And so now to make up for it, I am going to work really hard for this semester, just hoping I can promote to the next year (p.s. Shin Fen, our pact will succeed!). Okay after that small boost, it's time to talk about another kind of boost. A DISTORTION PEDAL. I was talking to my friend Ao Cheng a day ago and he is willing to sell his BOSS turbo distortion pedal to me for a really nice price (going to get it for my goooood godsister who's been really nice). I went to take a look at the pedal itself and boy does it look sweet! And you guessed it, the font color was just to mark the occasion of the distortion pedal! Woo-hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sn2Px1odj1I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ecraEfR17MI/s1600-h/_c274507_image_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367604417268649810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sn2Px1odj1I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ecraEfR17MI/s320/_c274507_image_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it's good for beginners!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-7296518190179317299?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7296518190179317299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=7296518190179317299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7296518190179317299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7296518190179317299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/08/sidetracks-work-hard-and-tremors-of.html' title='Sidetracks; Work Hard! And the tremors of a distortion pedal! =O'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sn2Px1odj1I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ecraEfR17MI/s72-c/_c274507_image_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-1457473249798686796</id><published>2009-07-12T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:10:35.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; The DDs' BBQ!!!!!!!! WOOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It was a nice morning and I had YET to sleep a wink for the past few nights already! Looks like something's wrong with me argh, but well, being unable to sleep, it meant that I wasn't going to lose to Jian Lei's bet with me that I'd be late in meeting up with him to go for the BBQ at Huan Min's place... That's what I thought, but I somehow decided to try sleeping again, just to take a short nap, and ended up SLEEPING IN. So I quickly rushed down to meet Jian Lei because I know he will never stop talking about it! We headed to Huan Min's place and we were earlier, so we played Mahjong with Huan Min and Ching Wee while Melissa played the violin by the side... Interesting scenario eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Jun Jie and Jia Hui arrived, and shortly after, Linsay, Denise and Zhengyu have all reached as well, so we headed down to the BBQ pit to start the fire. We guys entertained and busied ourselves with the starting of the fire instead of letting Huan Min's maid do it LOL. After we managed to start the fire, we decided to leave the cooking to her. Just then, out of nowhere, a frickin' toy bowling ball fell from the sky or something in front of Jian Lei and myself, so we picked it up and we guys played a game of "Monkey" while waiting for the food to cook, muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After monkeying around awhile we got tired so we drank our drinks first while we waited for the food to be cooked and soon it was and we ate like KINGS! After finishing our meals, Linsay was still doing her Project Work with the laptop at the table, so I helped her type while she ate her meal. And then... AND THEN THE SCREEN WENT BLANK. We were like WAH LAO EH, and keeping our fingers crossed, Linsay and I went up to Huan Min's place to charge the battery. Luckiy the data was saved, and we could continue and finish the typing rather quickly (GOOD ON YOU MS WORD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Linsay and I got back to the BBQ Pit, the rest were playing poker cards to entertain themselves. I saw the guitar that I brought down from Huan Min's place, and began to play a tune, hehehe. Soon we were creating NONSENSICAL songs and singing really loudly too LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the singing, Huan Min gave us sparklers, and boy, these were the fastest sparklers I have ever used, less than ten seconds and it was GONE. We began to play with them till we got chased away by the guard, hehe, it was kinda late and the sparklers weren't the quiet ones either when you lit them :S:S:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures (THANKS DENISE):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltIhg4VibI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Pb0pcWUccJQ/s1600-h/5848_107200512553_684807553_2631965_1347967_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357955922286447026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltIhg4VibI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Pb0pcWUccJQ/s320/5848_107200512553_684807553_2631965_1347967_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeying around till the food is done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltIgOVgX9I/AAAAAAAAA94/muw85fZxF-I/s1600-h/5848_107200507553_684807553_2631964_996026_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357955900128649170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltIgOVgX9I/AAAAAAAAA94/muw85fZxF-I/s320/5848_107200507553_684807553_2631964_996026_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look like Soccer isn't the only game that can make guys run after one ball, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltIWPX7FJI/AAAAAAAAA9w/2kwRstuAMxo/s1600-h/5848_107200492553_684807553_2631961_3290614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357955728608531602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltIWPX7FJI/AAAAAAAAA9w/2kwRstuAMxo/s320/5848_107200492553_684807553_2631961_3290614_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's escape from the game Jian Lei! (Attempt is kinda unsuccessful since we were kinda caught on Denise's camera right? &gt;=S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltGnESNzPI/AAAAAAAAA7o/l_getqAKTo4/s1600-h/5848_107190777553_684807553_2631551_3785504_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357953818666323186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltGnESNzPI/AAAAAAAAA7o/l_getqAKTo4/s320/5848_107190777553_684807553_2631551_3785504_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinkin while we continue to wait for the food to cook. (P.S. Notice the balloons on Huan Min's head... Zhengyu finds a different use for them later...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltGztutCXI/AAAAAAAAA8A/5Nc49UWriAU/s1600-h/5848_107190802553_684807553_2631555_8119872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357954035950094706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltGztutCXI/AAAAAAAAA8A/5Nc49UWriAU/s320/5848_107190802553_684807553_2631555_8119872_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE WHAT I MEAN? (Ninja Zhengyu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltGye8xW6I/AAAAAAAAA74/Xj7uJsFSHPw/s1600-h/5848_107190792553_684807553_2631553_5696923_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357954014802697122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltGye8xW6I/AAAAAAAAA74/Xj7uJsFSHPw/s320/5848_107190792553_684807553_2631553_5696923_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Lei: HE-HEY! I think I need a MASK TOO! (LOL, just kidding dudeeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltG7_Q4jFI/AAAAAAAAA8I/aZzM5WSWLMY/s1600-h/5848_107190807553_684807553_2631556_5698638_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357954178095811666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltG7_Q4jFI/AAAAAAAAA8I/aZzM5WSWLMY/s320/5848_107190807553_684807553_2631556_5698638_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for the food to get ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltHI_YiEII/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ZfaCcVPwhK0/s1600-h/5848_107190822553_684807553_2631559_5500507_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357954401466192002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltHI_YiEII/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ZfaCcVPwhK0/s320/5848_107190822553_684807553_2631559_5500507_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Cup Club! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltG_sbLNiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/McyW3l0BDaY/s1600-h/5848_107190817553_684807553_2631558_6033780_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357954241758180898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltG_sbLNiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/McyW3l0BDaY/s320/5848_107190817553_684807553_2631558_6033780_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH? FOOD IS READY? (O_O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltGnwGX9pI/AAAAAAAAA7w/d2q9RE1Sjk4/s1600-h/5848_107190782553_684807553_2631552_3058885_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357953830427817618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltGnwGX9pI/AAAAAAAAA7w/d2q9RE1Sjk4/s320/5848_107190782553_684807553_2631552_3058885_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOO GO EATTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltHXyRFEAI/AAAAAAAAA8o/jCpvjLe32O4/s1600-h/5848_107191042553_684807553_2631597_7068046_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357954655643308034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltHXyRFEAI/AAAAAAAAA8o/jCpvjLe32O4/s320/5848_107191042553_684807553_2631597_7068046_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW HOW THIS LOOKS, BUT I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT OKAY!!! I WAS TRYING TO HELP!!! (Huan Min slipped off the see-saw twice during the entire BBQ, MUST LEARN TO BALANCE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltHKwCLWSI/AAAAAAAAA8g/nFRbKLPuh00/s1600-h/5848_107190952553_684807553_2631581_1330378_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357954431705635106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltHKwCLWSI/AAAAAAAAA8g/nFRbKLPuh00/s320/5848_107190952553_684807553_2631581_1330378_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping Linsay out... *Type Type Type*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltHkB4TcqI/AAAAAAAAA84/TgRe8T7SFbM/s1600-h/5848_107191617553_684807553_2631695_2900000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357954865992790690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltHkB4TcqI/AAAAAAAAA84/TgRe8T7SFbM/s320/5848_107191617553_684807553_2631695_2900000_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY GUYS! TIME TO USE OUR CREATIVITY AND MAKE SONGS WHICH DON'T MAKE SENSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltHY0emKnI/AAAAAAAAA8w/fI6kWzCD5HI/s1600-h/5848_107191567553_684807553_2631687_4844663_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357954673416743538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltHY0emKnI/AAAAAAAAA8w/fI6kWzCD5HI/s320/5848_107191567553_684807553_2631687_4844663_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, more discussion on what to sing about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltHlcw9EZI/AAAAAAAAA9A/cD9VypRp730/s1600-h/5848_107191627553_684807553_2631697_303899_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357954890389590418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltHlcw9EZI/AAAAAAAAA9A/cD9VypRp730/s320/5848_107191627553_684807553_2631697_303899_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, looks like sleep has finally caught up to me... (SORRY JIA HUI, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltI31Q4eBI/AAAAAAAAA-I/IjOsfUTXeFU/s1600-h/IMG_1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357956305715230738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltI31Q4eBI/AAAAAAAAA-I/IjOsfUTXeFU/s320/IMG_1503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's sit down shall we... (JJJ...JIAN LEI!!! THERE'S A HAND ON YOUR BACK!!! Oh it's your own.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltH95WXycI/AAAAAAAAA9I/YzG6PTdLM2o/s1600-h/5848_107196157553_684807553_2631801_441778_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357955310379583938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltH95WXycI/AAAAAAAAA9I/YzG6PTdLM2o/s320/5848_107196157553_684807553_2631801_441778_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, sitting comfortably, let's continue with our song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltI6ZZKgjI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/KyV53cD3Q2w/s1600-h/IMG_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357956349773382194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltI6ZZKgjI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/KyV53cD3Q2w/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, BATMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltIJZ8nW3I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/nUiD2ICQIHw/s1600-h/5848_107196257553_684807553_2631819_5650693_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357955508108483442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltIJZ8nW3I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/nUiD2ICQIHw/s320/5848_107196257553_684807553_2631819_5650693_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO HAVING FUN! (Where are the rest though?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltH-_w72yI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ii3qYkAuB_Q/s1600-h/5848_107196252553_684807553_2631818_5151357_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357955329281481506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltH-_w72yI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ii3qYkAuB_Q/s320/5848_107196252553_684807553_2631818_5151357_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltIKnFmQNI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ylb_6_q-W1M/s1600-h/5848_107196267553_684807553_2631821_7875893_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357955528815689938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltIKnFmQNI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ylb_6_q-W1M/s320/5848_107196267553_684807553_2631821_7875893_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO SPARKLERS! THANKS HUAN MIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltIUoV8wvI/AAAAAAAAA9o/75nyVrJ-q3Y/s1600-h/5848_107196372553_684807553_2631837_1071793_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357955700951401202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltIUoV8wvI/AAAAAAAAA9o/75nyVrJ-q3Y/s320/5848_107196372553_684807553_2631837_1071793_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats having fireworks to end the night eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, IT WAS A BLAST! GOOD JOB HUAN MIN, YOU ROCKKKKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-1457473249798686796?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/1457473249798686796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=1457473249798686796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1457473249798686796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1457473249798686796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/07/sidetracks-dds-bbq-woooo.html' title='Sidetracks; The DDs&apos; BBQ!!!!!!!! WOOOO!!!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SltIhg4VibI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Pb0pcWUccJQ/s72-c/5848_107200512553_684807553_2631965_1347967_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-6266502098489582149</id><published>2009-06-11T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:11:36.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; LOST (City Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ever tried taking the MRT's Red Line to the very end? You guys remember seeing a station called Marina Bay but never really bothered to take yourselves all the way there because as some of you probably know, it's a frickin' business district and full of construction all over... Well, we didn't. (Okay, I, ME, IT'S MY FAULT.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I suggested that we take the train all the way to Marina Bay. I have no idea how I could have forgotten that we should get off at City Hall to get to Marina SQUARE. (Somehow, I think it had something to do with the weather, yes, the weather's got to be the reason.) Anyway, the other two, JJ and Jian Lei FAILED AS WELL, because neither of them even spoke up about us going to the BAY. Anyway when we got off, it was epic. We came out and I have no idea why, even then I though it was still normal, when all around us, there were construction sites and business buildings. I have no idea what was entering my head at that time... Probably nothing. In the end, I realised... "Eh, DAMN, we should have gotten off at CITY HALL!" JJ and Jian Lei just looked on blankly. However, seeing from afar certain familiar buildings, we thought that Marina Square shouldn't be that far away. So I decided out of randomness and the heat of the sun (which by the way is exceptionally bright and glaring at that point of time and venue), "LET'S GO ON AN ADVENTURE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So I began leading the way, of which I ended up leading us to a road block at one of the construction sites, and the worker there had to lead us around to get to the other side. Then we made our way randomly within the district. With no idea whatsoever on how to get to Marina Square from where we were at. We walked in circles and ended up back where we started. By then, we were really going to head back when all of a sudden, a sudden drive made us go forward in a certain direction, which, THANK GOODNESS, eventually led us to MARINA SQUARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Along the way we came to this area where we took shots of the floating stadium. After much walking around at Marina Square looking for a nice shirt for me and Jian Lei to wear for an upcoming party, we failed terribly. We met up with Jia Hui later and we headed (back) to AMK Hub, where by then we were extremely exhausted, and the clothes didn't seem that appealing the first time either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Finally, we got on the crowded train and headed back home, and that was it! So we went out, walked around in circles, got lost, and finally ended up with NOTHING to go back with! Very fruitful eh guys??!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SjEZVtEg0EI/AAAAAAAAA1w/yGRBF4L2y2w/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346082093331959874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SjEZVtEg0EI/AAAAAAAAA1w/yGRBF4L2y2w/s320/Image004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;First thing we saw when we came out of the station. Not a very pleasant sight instead of seeing CityLink is it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SjEZV95gDTI/AAAAAAAAA14/U3a-FSlabio/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346082097849175346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SjEZV95gDTI/AAAAAAAAA14/U3a-FSlabio/s320/Image006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yeap, imagine seeing this about er... 5 times over as you walk around aimlessly. &gt;:S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SjEef4bk7zI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/ncIxGsfFZYw/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346087765738319666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SjEef4bk7zI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/ncIxGsfFZYw/s320/Image010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hehehe, finally when we got to relax, just decided to try out taking a picture... :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SjEZWYk3zcI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NulwIuI48AA/s1600-h/Image0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346082105010408898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SjEZWYk3zcI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NulwIuI48AA/s320/Image0070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TAKE THAT! CONFUSING BUILDINGS WHICH KEPT US GOING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;That's all for now, heh heh, will be blogging really sooooooon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-6266502098489582149?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/6266502098489582149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=6266502098489582149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6266502098489582149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6266502098489582149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/06/sidetracks-lost-city-version.html' title='Sidetracks; LOST (City Version)'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SjEZVtEg0EI/AAAAAAAAA1w/yGRBF4L2y2w/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-876471164610957537</id><published>2009-06-08T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:06:50.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Vashon &amp; Jian Lei in The Quest For THE GREATEST GIFTS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay! This will be a rather disturbing post if you actually bother to catch all the "hidden messages" within it, so for those people who are exceptionally good at reading between the lines, BEWARE!!! (No actually, it's quite obvious really).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Once upon a time, two boys were getting prepared to go for a party. Then they were told to bring gifts to this party they were going to. They scratched their heads and wondered what they should get. So, they decided to go to a magical place called a Shopping Centre to take a look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When they entered the magical place, they saw many many many things to get as a gift. However, they instead decided to head to a place where they could possibly find things that both boys and girls may like. They went to Popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At Popular, they saw many many items which looked exceptionally bad. They were delighted. They knew that this was definitely not the place, but because they were in there, they decided to entertain themselves by thinking of the horrific expressions that their friends would give when they opened up the boxes to their presents. And of course, being two boys, they also managed to end up thinking of other things too... Here were the items they were pondering over (not really).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Item #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Si0jzILBvYI/AAAAAAAAA1I/jn-4Wi_v18U/s1600-h/cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344967694032682370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Si0jzILBvYI/AAAAAAAAA1I/jn-4Wi_v18U/s320/cd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Things you can use to store "200,000 GB of things you dont want people to see", Isnt it fabulous!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Item#2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Si0kadEgt0I/AAAAAAAAA1o/seag_KjMsGc/s1600-h/notebook2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344968369657395010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Si0kadEgt0I/AAAAAAAAA1o/seag_KjMsGc/s320/notebook2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now that you have "200,000 GB of things you dont want people to see", you will need a notebook to categorize all of them! (For those with exceptional memory even after watching the "200,000 GB of things you dont want people to see", kudos to you! I have heard it kills brain cells, you guys are a rare breed!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Item#3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Si0jzWtjckI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/2r7HGCB8zmI/s1600-h/safe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344967697935594050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Si0jzWtjckI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/2r7HGCB8zmI/s320/safe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Out of absolute randomness, we just thought that kids these days are spending too much money, so they probably need stuff like theseeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Item #4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Si0jzi8M6sI/AAAAAAAAA1g/6I9GEodO0SA/s1600-h/watches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344967701218257602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Si0jzi8M6sI/AAAAAAAAA1g/6I9GEodO0SA/s320/watches.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;For viewing only. (Not to mention this obviously wasnt in Popular either.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So the quest came to an end, as the two boys headed into Mini Toons and bought the items, and thus concluding that Popular is a horrible place to look for gifts! (Unless...?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-876471164610957537?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/876471164610957537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=876471164610957537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/876471164610957537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/876471164610957537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/06/sidetracks-vashon-jian-lei-in-quest-for.html' title='Sidetracks; Vashon &amp; Jian Lei in The Quest For THE GREATEST GIFTS!!!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Si0jzILBvYI/AAAAAAAAA1I/jn-4Wi_v18U/s72-c/cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-3395854223547603988</id><published>2009-05-17T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:27:42.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Long time no see! Recent events!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hiya everyone, it's been a while since my previous post, I understand that this blog was almost deemed fit for the dead but I am officially trying to bring it back to life again (for the who-the-heck-is-keeping-count-th time). Recently, there has been many things happening, but because it's quite small, I considered them rather negligible, but since I am blogging about it, I think I will just give due credit to them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;1. I went out to play basketball for the entire long weekend, and I mean three times in a row, because it was Vesak Day, there was an extra monday for me to recuperate, and so I went all out and balled three times in a row from Friday till Sunday, not improving tremendously, but certainly satisfying my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2. Two days ago, I went playing basketball AGAIN, this time with JL, Isis and XH. We got JL's present and it was a cap (WEAR IT). Thereafter, JL and I planned to meet up again later because we were going to wait for JJ and Linsay to join us for basketball AGAIN (nuts). In the end, JJ couldn't stay long enough, and Linsay came really late, the lights were frickin' off when we began. In the end, we played all the way past midnight (I am surprised nobody complained). Extremely tired, we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;3. Yesterday, it was table tennis, CK and Haziq came over for the second time to play table tennis. The first time was during the long weekend mentioned previously, so that makes it table tennis and basketball, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;4. Went to Escape Theme Park today, and finally after typing so much about the things I do, I took a few pictures for this one, and in fact there are pictures for some of the balling events, just need time to get 'em though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/ShAq1hkURNI/AAAAAAAAA04/efUUyVegYXo/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336812657466164434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/ShAq1hkURNI/AAAAAAAAA04/efUUyVegYXo/s320/Image005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Escape heh, those two people at the bottom, are ridiculously tall aren't they??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/ShAq129V93I/AAAAAAAAA1A/x9xV59jFRYs/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336812663208277874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/ShAq129V93I/AAAAAAAAA1A/x9xV59jFRYs/s320/Image006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;JL and me (Happy Birthday dude heh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;That's all for now, I think there's some event I forgot to post about involving the gang, oh well, I shall search your blogs to check it out heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-3395854223547603988?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/3395854223547603988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=3395854223547603988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3395854223547603988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3395854223547603988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/05/sidetracks-long-time-no-see-recent.html' title='Sidetracks; Long time no see! Recent events!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/ShAq1hkURNI/AAAAAAAAA04/efUUyVegYXo/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-4797494384346911733</id><published>2009-03-28T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:45:31.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Sunny Sentosa! The Long-Awaited Outing for the DDs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Finally, the time has come for ME TO BLOG AGAIN! Yes I know it's been a really long time since I have expressed myself with words upon a website, but hey, life's been rather hectic lately, so I didn't really have the time to do so! &lt;em&gt;What about the holidays?&lt;/em&gt;, they ask. WELL, okay I got lazy, but I am blogging again now! I initially had intended to post about certain feelings of which I am enduring at school, but I think I shan't ruin the mood with such lousy talk. OKAY, it was a fine Saturday, I woke up extremely late and TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THE OUTING. Thank goodness the DDs are so patient, they bothered to wait for me, so I rushed down as quickly as I could. So after five stops of the train, and a mirror check for improper wax usage on the hair, I was ready to meet them at the bus-stop and we were on our way to Harbour Front to take the bus to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty-five minutes and $3 later, we arrived in the sunny island of Sentosa, where, to our dismay, were pre-occupied by tons of people using the volleyball courts. With a volleyball in one hand, and looking really stupid, we walked over to some less crowded area of the beach, and using our ingenuity, MADE OUR OWN COURT! So with brown lines on the sand, we played our game. we played for a long while, and realized we all weren't exactly that great with the volleyball, but it was FUN nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the volleyball game was over, we headed to the waters where is was SO COOLING, especially since the Sun was exceptionally hot and glaring. We waded in the water and finally unable to control ourselves any longer dived in. The girls, Linsay and Denise decided to remain dry so they went up to a huge cliff rock and took photos there. In the water, we were going crazy with our competitions. 1. Catch the Fishes Competition. 2. Breath-holding Competiton. 3. Swimming Competition. Unfortunately, our last "Olympic" event could not take place, since swimming was like insanely tiring especially after a sweaty match of volleyball. So we hanged around alittle longer and got our tans, then we headed to the showers to wash up. I came out of the toilet quickly, and I saw three, three magical ladies! Okay, I am not saying I was going gaga over there, but I really should get out more often, hahahahaha! Anyway, we headed to Vivo City after that to eat. Then we bought badges for our bags, but these badges needed to be custom-made, so we will do the collection some other day, but it'd be unique to us, because then we will probably remember this outing. Finally, we headed to Lot One, and played the arcade. As usual we went insane there, DDR with four limbs, and crash-burn-toppple Daytona Racing (sorry Jian Lei and Linsay, the Pink and Blue Cars were sore-eyes to me, HAHAHAHAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we initially wanted to eat at the Plaza, but it was already coming close to 11 by the time we reached the place, so we went home instead. All in all, it was a really fun outing! I am glad the DDs finally managed to get together again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8idECcKyI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/zA_gCaV4vos/s1600-h/sentosa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318507567643372322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8idECcKyI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/zA_gCaV4vos/s320/sentosa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Sentosa! Sun and Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8ePTshEFI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/AMNVIN9W6cQ/s1600-h/P3280025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318502933281706066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8ePTshEFI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/AMNVIN9W6cQ/s320/P3280025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to look cool, but failing terribly? Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8hMy0Uk9I/AAAAAAAAAz4/eDe1lU6w1zE/s1600-h/P3280027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318506188631217106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8hMy0Uk9I/AAAAAAAAAz4/eDe1lU6w1zE/s320/P3280027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Vashon, Jianlei, Max, Jia Hui and Junjie!...................and Denise, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8hMuXUb5I/AAAAAAAAAzw/xB9Pk3e7YKw/s1600-h/P3280004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318506187435831186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8hMuXUb5I/AAAAAAAAAzw/xB9Pk3e7YKw/s320/P3280004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linsay with the volleyball, turning darker with each passing minute, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8ePg1oUsI/AAAAAAAAAzY/qSPbE1WVagI/s1600-h/P3280005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318502936809591490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8ePg1oUsI/AAAAAAAAAzY/qSPbE1WVagI/s320/P3280005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the guys are having lessons on how to play a better game of volleyball. Ahahaahah! No lah, just resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8hM8xCJFI/AAAAAAAAA0A/niOM5KPXhfs/s1600-h/P3280038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318506191301780562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8hM8xCJFI/AAAAAAAAA0A/niOM5KPXhfs/s320/P3280038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took to the waters! (Having fun, Linsay? Hehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8jnIPdKyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/6v-yytLxfz4/s1600-h/P3280062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318508840082025250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8jnIPdKyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/6v-yytLxfz4/s320/P3280062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please save this creature, it's an endangered species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8jnr_75SI/AAAAAAAAA0o/vWg9jwhHfWw/s1600-h/P3280094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318508849680606498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8jnr_75SI/AAAAAAAAA0o/vWg9jwhHfWw/s320/P3280094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the fishes we were supposed to catch, but nobody won that competiton, these guys are too darn fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8hNTK05xI/AAAAAAAAA0I/v0ZmwU0GMiU/s1600-h/P3280054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318506197315544850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8hNTK05xI/AAAAAAAAA0I/v0ZmwU0GMiU/s320/P3280054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Singapore Waters we thought never existed! Blue water! (usually it's brown or green, bleah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8eP-ndsrI/AAAAAAAAAzg/SjXcvZE7CyA/s1600-h/P3280182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318502944803238578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8eP-ndsrI/AAAAAAAAAzg/SjXcvZE7CyA/s320/P3280182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, depressing moment. Pathetic Sunkist Orange 250ml...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8ePwXQBZI/AAAAAAAAAzo/oTzyWd9WCkU/s1600-h/P3280187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318502940977137042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8ePwXQBZI/AAAAAAAAAzo/oTzyWd9WCkU/s320/P3280187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Thomas... Share my sorrowful drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8mqRy1XKI/AAAAAAAAA0w/1rU2dmDIwPM/s1600-h/P3280196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318512192720821410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8mqRy1XKI/AAAAAAAAA0w/1rU2dmDIwPM/s320/P3280196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHH, I look so tired, so sorry Denise, I promise a proper pic the next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, and that's all for this post! Hope we can hang out together soon guys, with more DDs taking part the next time around! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-4797494384346911733?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/4797494384346911733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=4797494384346911733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4797494384346911733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4797494384346911733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/03/sidetracks-sunny-sentosa-long-awaited.html' title='Sidetracks; Sunny Sentosa! The Long-Awaited Outing for the DDs!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Sc8idECcKyI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/zA_gCaV4vos/s72-c/sentosa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-9202697026775712979</id><published>2009-02-04T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:54:23.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Day 2, &amp; Day 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yesterday was day 2 of the orientation programme for PJC, and it was very very very worrying. Basically for the most part of the day, we went to intro-lectures where we were exposed to the various subjects and how difficult they'd be. We knew JC wouldn't be easy, but what I saw was something way beyond comprehensible means! Maths was okay, but only because it didn't give much details other than the things we'd be doing for our syllabus, yeah like we'd know what to expect when you just give us the topic titles &gt;=(. Chemistry was the scariest in my opinion. The teacher was trying to be very realistic, so he used an 'O' level chemistry question and gave us the answer, it was a rather simple question, basically how to get an organic compound to change into another, but then came the 'A' level standard answer, which was to basically add in more details into the steps of how the new product came to be. I only recall alittle of his talk, but stuff like nucleophylic substitution reaction or whatsoever doesn't really bode well for me, so PASS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the intro-lectures were said and done, we were left to do our own OG time, and it was the last one we'd be having! :( The OG leaders were going to leave us already so it was quite sad. But they left us with a parting gift, and that was the contact list of everybody in our OG, and some parting words as well. And after a rather short debrief, we were released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;Today was day 3, and since I completed most of my intro-lectures yesterday, I didnt want to stick around and do nothing for 3 hours or so, so my friends and I decided to go play basketball. We found alot of guys who wanted to do so as well, but man the answer we got was reaaaally not very satisfactory: "The P.E. department does not loan balls." Sounds kinda... Off. Anyway, we were basically walking around alot and just talking about decisions on how our subject combinations should be like. I was caught in the dilemma between Chemistry and Physics, because both seemed just as mortifying, but I was clearly bothered about Chemistry's intro-lecture. So at the end of it, it SHALL BE PHYSICS! We had loads of crappy stuff happening to us in between the walking around sessions for like 3 hours, sitting in the library to cool off and other stuff. At the end of the day, there was a CCA exhibition, and I am now considering between tennis or maybe a club. Seeing that studying should be more important, just as how nice my testimonial should be, I guess this is a rather important decision to make. Oh well, lessons begin tomorrow, or rather the lectures, time to go to school!                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SYmr5yXzDnI/AAAAAAAAAzI/HN8vAPBQtLw/s1600-h/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298955445840580210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SYmr5yXzDnI/AAAAAAAAAzI/HN8vAPBQtLw/s320/DSC01980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-9202697026775712979?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/9202697026775712979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=9202697026775712979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/9202697026775712979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/9202697026775712979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/02/sidetracks-day-2-day-3.html' title='Sidetracks; Day 2, &amp; Day 3!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SYmr5yXzDnI/AAAAAAAAAzI/HN8vAPBQtLw/s72-c/DSC01980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-1506356104556037415</id><published>2009-02-03T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T04:12:38.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Pioneer JC! Exciting 1st day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SYg0g_zO0LI/AAAAAAAAAzA/i0Mb_cqC0VE/s1600-h/100881558517s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298542703088160946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SYg0g_zO0LI/AAAAAAAAAzA/i0Mb_cqC0VE/s320/100881558517s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The sun wasn't even out in the sky yet, and I was already out of my house making my way to the bus-stop. I didn't even drag my feet as people would usually do on the first day of school, because I WAS TOO EXCITED! SCHOOL! SCHOOOOOOL! I began timing myself as to how long it might take to reach Pioneer, and it took me exactly half an hour and that means no more &lt;em&gt;"aiya five more minutes lah!" &lt;/em&gt;in the morning! Anyway the first day was pretty much an introduction to the school, with many talks in the morning, such as the principal giving her speech, and other things that basically concerned how our upbringing in the JC would be like. As this was an orientation, we were all seperated to our own Orientation Groups (OGs)! I was grouped with OG05, and everybody was really nice, albeit abit shy, which is natural for everyone, with everything looking foreign and all. This was truly a new start for all of us, and as I realized the teachers in PJC like to say, "give you a new slade", or something like that, it was pretty much true! We began introducing ourselves to each other once the ice-breaking sessions began, and I got to know many people by the end of it, which was pretty cool, muahahaha! We also had a tour around the school before that, and boy the school's HUGE! After everything was done for the day, we had a song and cheer session right at the end, and everybody were probably just too tired from the day's events to get as hyped up as the OG leaders and student councilors, heh. Oh well, that's all for today, but maybe tomorrow'd be a more butt-aching event, since it'd be talks, and lectures... Well, we will wait and see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-1506356104556037415?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/1506356104556037415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=1506356104556037415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1506356104556037415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1506356104556037415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/02/sidetracks-pioneer-jc-exciting-1st-day.html' title='Sidetracks; Pioneer JC! Exciting 1st day!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SYg0g_zO0LI/AAAAAAAAAzA/i0Mb_cqC0VE/s72-c/100881558517s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-66642424933034792</id><published>2009-01-28T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:32:54.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Uncertainty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Another day is about to pass, and the days draw closer to me entering my new school (of which has yet to be confirmed even). It has already been quite awhile since I last promised myself I'd catch up to this particular person, and all that's happened so far is just making me falter in that promise. Other than chasing that person, now I am faced with another question of how the new things that have yet to come will be like. Also, I wonder if old friends can really stick together despite distances. My definite answer is probably not, but we could try right? Heh, I guess I shouldn't sound so depressed about all this, I am after all still pretty damn excited about meeting new people. I hope I dont get into trouble though! Chinese New Year's 2nd day was just yesterday, which means alot of people have already returned to their work and schools today, and I am still at home awaiting my turn, hahaha... Oh well, BRING IT ON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-66642424933034792?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/66642424933034792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=66642424933034792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/66642424933034792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/66642424933034792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/01/sidetracks-uncertainty.html' title='Sidetracks; Uncertainty.'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-1758907015190854681</id><published>2009-01-28T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:31:58.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Happy Birthday Denise ...once again I took so long to post something up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So it was Denise's birthday, and we helped celebrate it for her, well technically, this was Linsay's idea, I just helped with the preparation, eh, please please PLEEEEEEEEEEASE dont do steamboat if you can help it! Ingredients, preparation of ingredients and the soup itself is no joke! Soup is okay actually if you are alright with just a normal taste, sure hope the people who attended weren't expecting something stupendous like Authentic Shark Fin's Soup ahahahahah!! Yeah anyway, Happy Birthday Denise, sorry this post is so late, but I had to do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SYASbyAIr6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/9RznEqkSKg8/s1600-h/20037650.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296253430275813282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SYASbyAIr6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/9RznEqkSKg8/s320/20037650.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 right? Think you could get a license and start driving us around??? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-1758907015190854681?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/1758907015190854681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=1758907015190854681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1758907015190854681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1758907015190854681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/01/sidetracks-happy-birthday-denise-once.html' title='Sidetracks; Happy Birthday Denise ...once again I took so long to post something up.'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SYASbyAIr6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/9RznEqkSKg8/s72-c/20037650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-3519311150475143248</id><published>2009-01-21T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:45:24.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; New Year Outing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Enough said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCCtGC4kI/AAAAAAAAAwI/8eOeR_HWV_w/s1600-h/junjiejiahuijianleivashoone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293772501229429314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCCtGC4kI/AAAAAAAAAwI/8eOeR_HWV_w/s320/junjiejiahuijianleivashoone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, red for auspicious reasons! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCMHjF6FI/AAAAAAAAAwY/uGXo3Hn3_CY/s1600-h/19916465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293772662949406802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCMHjF6FI/AAAAAAAAAwY/uGXo3Hn3_CY/s320/19916465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha, trying to pass the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCCyUEN7I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8jDYt3yQ8Yg/s1600-h/19916521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293772502630414258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCCyUEN7I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8jDYt3yQ8Yg/s320/19916521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCMAXLR7I/AAAAAAAAAwg/ErSv6nm6NFM/s1600-h/19916525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293772661020379058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCMAXLR7I/AAAAAAAAAwg/ErSv6nm6NFM/s320/19916525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCTHPde8I/AAAAAAAAAww/EoR-RCghvMc/s1600-h/19916698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293772783126150082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCTHPde8I/AAAAAAAAAww/EoR-RCghvMc/s320/19916698.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka-boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCTM2gbPI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ujdOK9s3scw/s1600-h/19916695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293772784632098034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCTM2gbPI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ujdOK9s3scw/s320/19916695.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka-pow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCTS7xU2I/AAAAAAAAAw4/PkfhmkFce54/s1600-h/19916699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293772786264789858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCTS7xU2I/AAAAAAAAAw4/PkfhmkFce54/s320/19916699.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka-Boing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! FINALLY! These are the posts I have owed thus far! And now I promise never to accumulate like that again if I can help it! :S!!! This is tiresome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-3519311150475143248?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/3519311150475143248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=3519311150475143248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3519311150475143248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3519311150475143248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/01/sidetracks-new-year-outing.html' title='Sidetracks; New Year Outing!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdCCtGC4kI/AAAAAAAAAwI/8eOeR_HWV_w/s72-c/junjiejiahuijianleivashoone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-4871729548245285231</id><published>2009-01-21T06:50:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:35:27.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; XMAS OUTINGS #1 and #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the.... oh what's the use, these pics were taken weeks ago... Anyway, here they are, my xmas outings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc6iJD0b3I/AAAAAAAAAuY/IXzJ6SWWB1E/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293764245219209074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc6iJD0b3I/AAAAAAAAAuY/IXzJ6SWWB1E/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc6iqXQP5I/AAAAAAAAAug/tajEBCj0nX0/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293764254159093650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc6iqXQP5I/AAAAAAAAAug/tajEBCj0nX0/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc7QRJc4KI/AAAAAAAAAuw/jvYnXm-a0Q0/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293765037664297122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc7QRJc4KI/AAAAAAAAAuw/jvYnXm-a0Q0/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc7P29T7HI/AAAAAAAAAuo/T_hNXIzCpB4/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293765030634056818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc7P29T7HI/AAAAAAAAAuo/T_hNXIzCpB4/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc714oTzXI/AAAAAAAAAvA/cPbpKg53Ljg/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293765683917868402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc714oTzXI/AAAAAAAAAvA/cPbpKg53Ljg/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc8VJ42KXI/AAAAAAAAAvI/4JYS2s3mFY8/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293766221126576498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc8VJ42KXI/AAAAAAAAAvI/4JYS2s3mFY8/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas outing #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc87xAe04I/AAAAAAAAAvY/ViOQYRb7M4w/s1600-h/PC250022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293766884462613378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc87xAe04I/AAAAAAAAAvY/ViOQYRb7M4w/s320/PC250022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc87KvJlCI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/QAiYm6ezzlc/s1600-h/PC250006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293766874189370402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc87KvJlCI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/QAiYm6ezzlc/s320/PC250006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc_IoLLEYI/AAAAAAAAAvg/B12AK6jXODY/s1600-h/PC250026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293769304453091714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc_IoLLEYI/AAAAAAAAAvg/B12AK6jXODY/s320/PC250026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc_bkU9G4I/AAAAAAAAAvw/gZeZPjKM5pY/s1600-h/19915513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293769629837892482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc_bkU9G4I/AAAAAAAAAvw/gZeZPjKM5pY/s320/19915513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc_cYG2-RI/AAAAAAAAAv4/65iSrPJDSXQ/s1600-h/19915512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293769643737413906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc_cYG2-RI/AAAAAAAAAv4/65iSrPJDSXQ/s320/19915512.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdAZLUkacI/AAAAAAAAAwA/bR_AKqIQNZg/s1600-h/19915629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293770688277277122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXdAZLUkacI/AAAAAAAAAwA/bR_AKqIQNZg/s320/19915629.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! Okay, on to the next post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-4871729548245285231?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/4871729548245285231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=4871729548245285231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4871729548245285231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4871729548245285231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/01/sidetracks-xmas-outings-1-and-2_21.html' title='Sidetracks; XMAS OUTINGS #1 and #2'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXc6iJD0b3I/AAAAAAAAAuY/IXzJ6SWWB1E/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-800819940808946939</id><published>2009-01-21T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:50:34.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; First up! The Hong Kong Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I guess I will just put the pictures in and describe them from there, heh, THIS BLOG'D TAKE FOREVER TO TYPE IF I WERE TO EXPLAIN THE WHOLE TRIP, yeah, so more pictures, less words, sounds more appealing than trying to read a novel. I wont be uploading all the pics, blogger is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too slow for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcne_WWWBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/E3ydcn6xdOs/s1600-h/DSC07795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293743300352038930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcne_WWWBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/E3ydcn6xdOs/s320/DSC07795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to leave! Still Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcnfftO25I/AAAAAAAAAqw/tln-QKMDbOk/s1600-h/DSC07797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293743309037951890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcnfftO25I/AAAAAAAAAqw/tln-QKMDbOk/s320/DSC07797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO, the plane. (Yeah notice my word usage is getting shorter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcokaFAv1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/h5LR0Msn8IQ/s1600-h/DSC07801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293744492938051410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcokaFAv1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/h5LR0Msn8IQ/s320/DSC07801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOUCHDOWN! HK Terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcok_UGJ5I/AAAAAAAAArY/nlePtvGhcwU/s1600-h/DSC07811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293744502933432210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcok_UGJ5I/AAAAAAAAArY/nlePtvGhcwU/s320/DSC07811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the lift we use to get to the place we'd be staying at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcpRBN2XQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/r9ipR2MdMb8/s1600-h/DSC07813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293745259358346498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcpRBN2XQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/r9ipR2MdMb8/s320/DSC07813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD PICTURES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcpSJ4isyI/AAAAAAAAAsA/xA_kniFraUw/s1600-h/DSC07817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293745278864765730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcpSJ4isyI/AAAAAAAAAsA/xA_kniFraUw/s320/DSC07817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food! (We ate this at this fabulous coffeeshop near the house!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcqSUy4i-I/AAAAAAAAAsI/tcp0dfB408w/s1600-h/DSC07830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293746381305449442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcqSUy4i-I/AAAAAAAAAsI/tcp0dfB408w/s320/DSC07830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink! (This was at a mini restaurant!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcqSU3_D5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bDavLYslJJU/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293746381326847890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcqSU3_D5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bDavLYslJJU/s320/Image017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food! (This is still the mini restaurant, and this is what we were waiting for! GOOSE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcr0ZVxXXI/AAAAAAAAAsg/PX6QYPK6Bgc/s1600-h/DSC07847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293748066152701298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcr0ZVxXXI/AAAAAAAAAsg/PX6QYPK6Bgc/s320/DSC07847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food! (This is another coffeeshop, but I like the food here alot, it's egg fried char siew rice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcr0EupT8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/GU8VEPANG-U/s1600-h/Image7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293748060619886530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcr0EupT8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/GU8VEPANG-U/s320/Image7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay lah, variation alittle) Fooooooooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXctNstGQWI/AAAAAAAAAso/eyxVUjG52no/s1600-h/Image20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293749600359170402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXctNstGQWI/AAAAAAAAAso/eyxVUjG52no/s320/Image20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the desserts we ate at a nice restaurant, heh, didnt look very sweet to me at first, but you gotta taste it to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISNEYLAND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcuKvyTBoI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Afmehuwjlg0/s1600-h/DSC07873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293750649158305410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcuKvyTBoI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Afmehuwjlg0/s320/DSC07873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcuLMmHYpI/AAAAAAAAAtA/6hkfIa1wa18/s1600-h/DSC07876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293750656891839122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcuLMmHYpI/AAAAAAAAAtA/6hkfIa1wa18/s320/DSC07876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place surrounding Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcvav9KPNI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Xd0XUG1ur9I/s1600-h/DSC07880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293752023593401554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcvav9KPNI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Xd0XUG1ur9I/s320/DSC07880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO DISNEYLAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcvbCgtdwI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/LlBTm2Va1ro/s1600-h/DSC07881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293752028574349058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcvbCgtdwI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/LlBTm2Va1ro/s320/DSC07881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO DISNEYLAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcwJPjbuaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/_WWoX3dKnmg/s1600-h/DSC07886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293752822349412770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcwJPjbuaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/_WWoX3dKnmg/s320/DSC07886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their emporium, never seen so many items from Disney before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcwJp76TeI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rRzAPRcxtNQ/s1600-h/DSC07893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293752829431401954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcwJp76TeI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rRzAPRcxtNQ/s320/DSC07893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parade! Many pictures, but you know... so on...and so forth.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcxKFV9OBI/AAAAAAAAAto/Esgp2f4-7vk/s1600-h/DSC07898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293753936300029970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcxKFV9OBI/AAAAAAAAAto/Esgp2f4-7vk/s320/DSC07898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE MACHINES, yeah there were tons of these, with the Disney characters dancing on them, it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sceneries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcybdSJ8AI/AAAAAAAAAtw/b5127GJpl4E/s1600-h/DSC07857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293755334295941122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcybdSJ8AI/AAAAAAAAAtw/b5127GJpl4E/s320/DSC07857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Crowded HUH! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcybiSIC0I/AAAAAAAAAt4/jXLvXAxnIyo/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293755335637994306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcybiSIC0I/AAAAAAAAAt4/jXLvXAxnIyo/s320/Image014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The subway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcycGITYLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/uV4qJ-BXHUM/s1600-h/Image24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293755345260470450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcycGITYLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/uV4qJ-BXHUM/s320/Image24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This place's the Peak, you can see almost the whole city from here! It's really cold too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXczdWCDwZI/AAAAAAAAAuI/BzkGXdtHDog/s1600-h/Image47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293756466220745106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXczdWCDwZI/AAAAAAAAAuI/BzkGXdtHDog/s320/Image47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The jetty! Use the ferry to cross between Kowloon and Hong Kong Side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXczdiKcxmI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ooD6eVB01r0/s1600-h/Image63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293756469477164642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXczdiKcxmI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ooD6eVB01r0/s320/Image63.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avenue of the Stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! That's all,  I wont be uploading everything, but boy, I cant wait to go back to Hong Kong again, it's really a great place to go to, so go there if you have the chance!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-800819940808946939?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/800819940808946939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=800819940808946939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/800819940808946939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/800819940808946939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/01/sidetracks-first-up-hong-kong-trip.html' title='Sidetracks; First up! The Hong Kong Trip!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SXcne_WWWBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/E3ydcn6xdOs/s72-c/DSC07795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-516245423601490942</id><published>2009-01-21T05:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:37:24.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Simple message - THIS BLOG IS GOING TO BE UPDATED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FIRST OF ALL, I am so sorry I took so long to finally make a new post! Okay, this post is just to explain the negligence of my blog, heh. You see, there's actually alot to blog about, but because I got so lazy looking at the stuff I wanted to type about, I decided to stop blogging altogether! BAD HABIT, I KNOW! I will change, I promise. Okay, here comes a barrage of posts, so just bear with me okay?? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-516245423601490942?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/516245423601490942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=516245423601490942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/516245423601490942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/516245423601490942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2009/01/sidetracks-simple-message-this-blog-is.html' title='Sidetracks; Simple message - THIS BLOG IS GOING TO BE UPDATED!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-6927776970427913616</id><published>2008-11-18T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:59:22.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; The Backwash of it All.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SSPGqQsox9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/KT-W_01VSbQ/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270274418292606930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SSPGqQsox9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/KT-W_01VSbQ/s320/Image000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well, the exams are over, and I have been going out almost everyday with all my friends, ahahahaha! It's all very fun and everything, but I don't know why this feeling of unsettledness just bowls me over. Man, I am sure that some other people are just like myself, feeling that the exams are over, and yet the reality of it actually being gone is just too sudden. I just can't cross over from the transition between exams to holidays completely. I suppose some of you still feel that you need to get home as soon as possible to pick up a book or something and that having too much fun is a bad thing, or maybe it's just me, ahahahaha! Anyway, because of these feelings, I actually had a nightmare and it was so frickin' realistic, I woke up in a very bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare included me having to receive my O level results, and just as I am about to collect them, a whole bunch of people I know just starts chanting stuff like, "You'd better have done well". It was so pressurizing that I actually yelled for them to back off, but they would just keep chanting it anyway. I couldn't stand it any further, and these manifestations of my fear just wouldn't go away so I had to bit myself awake, and I suppose it worked. Weird dream, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a different note, I was seeing alot of people getting into relationships for the past few days, and it's the hols and everything, so I am sure it's natural. I was just thinking that maybe people should get into relationships when they are serious about each other, because especially if they were good friends before, if the relationship didn't work out, that friendship they had would turn stale too right? I suppose this is the negative outlook of it all, I am sure the feeling of being in love is pretty sweet too, I wouldn't know exactly myself, but I guess I have decided to wait till I am actually matured enough to know what I want, because there's so many nice things that have yet to happen! And you never really know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-6927776970427913616?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/6927776970427913616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=6927776970427913616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6927776970427913616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6927776970427913616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/11/sidetracks-backwash-of-it-all.html' title='Sidetracks; The Backwash of it All.'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SSPGqQsox9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/KT-W_01VSbQ/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-5927816637766473519</id><published>2008-11-13T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:52:00.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; End Of The O Levels! + Outing right after it!!! Muahahahaha!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's over!!! It's finally over!!! The FRICKIN' GCE 'O' Level Examinations are finally OVER! Ahahahahah! Can't stop expressing my joy by exclaiming everything. Ok, there was a myriad of feelings when I stepped out of the examination hall at nine plus (we stayed behind to do our usual checking of answers) after the Biology paper, firstly it was a huge sense of relief, but it came with a tinge of anxiety, and followed by a sense of guilt. Heh, relieved that it's over, anxious about how well I have fared, and guilty because I was already thinking of having fun, and it seemed so wrong after we have been slogging away like cows for the past few weeks, close to a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough about the exams, heh, it's over and done with, now on to the outing! Immediately after the paper, I already had an outing to go to, and it was the gathering of the Secondary Four NCOs from the NPCC unit. I was frickin' excited to get into the holiday mood at last, so I got my clothes and headed with my friends to get the drinks for the BBQ which was being held at East Coast Park. Man, we bought 10 bottles of Pepsi and Coke(wasn't there an article about them being unhealthy?), but it sure was cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon took the train to meet up with the rest, but soon realized we were at the wrong stop when Linsay messaged us that they were at a different station. So very reluctantly we got our feet to walk us along with the bottles to the correct spot where we were supposed to gather. When we got there, alot of our squadmates had already gathered and it was fun to see them all again after all the examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the BBQ pit after a long ride on the bus(and lots of walking). We were unable to start the fire because November and December has always been a "good" seasons for BBQs, don't you think? With all this raining going on, obviously a fire wouldn't start! So we had to take refuge at a shelter and while there, our rumbling stomachs could not wait any longer so we dug into the &lt;em&gt;beehoon. &lt;/em&gt;Following that, we went to rent bikes and began to CYCLE! Man, did we cycle! We went from our pit all the way to the jetty where we took out first picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxRwcCIy_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/kxWes7kywOE/s1600-h/DSC04425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268175556717366258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxRwcCIy_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/kxWes7kywOE/s320/DSC04425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, it's us with our bikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, we continued cycling because we decided to find a nicer spot to take pictures from, away from all the ships behind us, and we soon saw this breakwater (ya, geography), and decided to take pictures whilst standing on it, heh. So these were the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxRwpXRdeI/AAAAAAAAAow/miX86nz1bJI/s1600-h/DSC04427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268175560295675362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxRwpXRdeI/AAAAAAAAAow/miX86nz1bJI/s320/DSC04427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought, "Ok...the sky is not exactly blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxSoyV0-nI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ycdnAXutnbQ/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268176524778207858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxSoyV0-nI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ycdnAXutnbQ/s320/Image010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Hui and me. (Ok, so we couldnt get rid of the ships after all, and we gave up anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxSpELYU_I/AAAAAAAAApY/3EUg9Yf7m1k/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268176529566225394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxSpELYU_I/AAAAAAAAApY/3EUg9Yf7m1k/s320/Image002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise and Me, heh, I still think your natural hair colour is amazing! (Swimming in the morning really works??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxTiU40iUI/AAAAAAAAApg/5Bo3XJMa_kw/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268177513304328514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxTiU40iUI/AAAAAAAAApg/5Bo3XJMa_kw/s320/Image011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA! Smiling like idiots, but we couldn't help it really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxTiWwn8BI/AAAAAAAAApo/sffKLVbc2K4/s1600-h/DSC04436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268177513806819346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxTiWwn8BI/AAAAAAAAApo/sffKLVbc2K4/s320/DSC04436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linsay and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxVbIhtb6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/Ak4hYv1b7vY/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268179588750340002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxVbIhtb6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/Ak4hYv1b7vY/s320/Image012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Chingwee, monkeying around as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's basically most of what we took for the pictures there, the girls took their own pictures by themselves just as we the guys did, heh, but we forgot to do a group photo! What a waste! But it's ok because later on when we headed back to our pit to try and start the fire, it started drizzling again, so we went to the seaside where we took even more pictures, heh!&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxUyZRBBhI/AAAAAAAAApw/Ueq-WYN8Nq0/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268178888869086738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxUyZRBBhI/AAAAAAAAApw/Ueq-WYN8Nq0/s320/Image014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxUyvxtjeI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oP-DhF-9wno/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268178894911802850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxUyvxtjeI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oP-DhF-9wno/s320/Image016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got to take our group photo after all! But it wasnt everybody though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after taking pictures with our individual phones, we got to starting the fire. The grass was really muddy and very awful to walk on, but we made it to the pits alright. The rain had stopped so we could finally start our fire, but the best part is, we didn't prepare the gripping device (I have totally no idea what it's called, and the one I heard sounded reaaaaaally wrong, so can somebody tell me if it's really called thongs?), and we didn't know how to start a fire! Finally after loads of fanning and a dozen firestarters, we got the charcoal to whiten up and finally start burning, but here's a picture of what it was before the flames got heated up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxVbmriHzI/AAAAAAAAAqI/eKilYv8pb60/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268179596844605234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxVbmriHzI/AAAAAAAAAqI/eKilYv8pb60/s320/Image017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic, I know ahahahah! But kudos to Linsay, Chingwee, Esadora and Denise for persevering to start the proper fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire finally started, but we were seriously lacking in utensils, we didn't have the brush meant to spread butter on the food, and so we used a fork, and the person putting the butter was Linsay so we ended up having very oily and salty sausages and crabmeat for the first few plates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had eaten our fill, we went to take a bath at the toilets because we were feeling like we desperately needed one. So after the baths, we went to this funfair thingy near the toilets you guys might know about. We played the games there and boy, the one where you win prizes frickin' rips you off! I was totally keen on getting that Audio System which said 18 points, and since I had 6 rolls of the ball to land on a number from 1-8, I was thinking, "WOW, SO EASY!?!?" and then after I rolled more than 30 and wanted to raise my hand to point at it, the guy just promptly took a Tamiya Car Model Kit and placed it infront of me. I was about to go, "What the heck?? Dude, I want the Audio System." Then he explained himself without me asking. "You have to roll exactly the number to get whatever prize you want." My mouth just dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the end, we won a bunch of prizes, with Linsay and Chingwee getting HUGE teddy bears and Linsay got another car model kit which I am supposed to help her fix up and give it to her another day, heh, well I've the time now, so what the heck! Well, here's the last picture we took before finally packing up at the funfair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxVb8jS9SI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DRYC0FelavE/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268179602715637026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxVb8jS9SI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DRYC0FelavE/s320/Image022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one at ESCAPE more kick &lt;em&gt;lah. &lt;/em&gt;(YOU JUST THOUGHT OF THAT DIDNT YOU!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this brings the outing to a close, as we went back to our pits, cleaned the area and left, heh, I am glad this outing came along when it did, totally got me into the mood of the holidays at last, and I still can't believe it's all over, heh, I am suffering from withdrawal symptoms of wanting to go home and study and not waste time, ahhahaahha! But SERIOUSLY, to all of you who just completed the exams, IT'S OVER, GO AND HAVE FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-5927816637766473519?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/5927816637766473519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=5927816637766473519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/5927816637766473519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/5927816637766473519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/11/sidetracks-end-of-o-levels-outing-right.html' title='Sidetracks; End Of The O Levels! + Outing right after it!!! Muahahahaha!!!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SRxRwcCIy_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/kxWes7kywOE/s72-c/DSC04425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-5603368538338388303</id><published>2008-11-02T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:30:07.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Dreamer Akira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SQ1yuL2WWjI/AAAAAAAAAnI/WBxVsgYSFrc/s1600-h/dreamerakira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263989677246274098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SQ1yuL2WWjI/AAAAAAAAAnI/WBxVsgYSFrc/s320/dreamerakira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hasegawa Akira is a 13-year-old boy who has never done anything for himself. All he does in the day, as well as at night is to dream of things which will never happen unless he did something about it, but he just refuses to. One day, Akira stumbled upon an old book at the great oak tree in his grandmother's backyard. He opens the book and a small girl appears from it in a puff of smoke. Her name is Chiyoko, and she promises to change Akira's life if he just agrees to her unspoken conditions. Akira agrees but he is soon trapped in the battle of his life as he slowly learns of a second world, one similar to our own, but where his dreams could possibly come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, this is a typical magical storyline which I just thought about doing for a small manga during the hols after the Os, just thought I should pen it down somewhere just in case I forget about it altogether. I am hoping that you guys can actually tell me about your dreams and just put down some examples on your tagboard, because I intend to use them as reference when I am building the second world in the story. You can even put down your nightmares, if you can bear to remember them, and I'll definitely use those, heh! But knowing that the tagboard is short, I am just going to need keypoints from your story, so for example just type like this if you can share your small dreams:&lt;br /&gt;1. Place 2. Event 3. Feeling&lt;br /&gt;1. Pool 2. Sunk to the bottom 3. Pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, your event and feeling is the more important bit, but I'll need a place as well, so that's just it, heh, hope that you guys can help me along, it's going to be like a compilation of dreams and if you like I might add your character into the story itself, hehe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-5603368538338388303?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/5603368538338388303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=5603368538338388303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/5603368538338388303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/5603368538338388303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/11/sidetracks-dreamer-akira.html' title='Sidetracks; Dreamer Akira'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SQ1yuL2WWjI/AAAAAAAAAnI/WBxVsgYSFrc/s72-c/dreamerakira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-1174820426409214300</id><published>2008-10-18T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:43:12.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Here I go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alright, it's finally here! The Os ARE HERE! I am not sure why, but I am actually excited about it! I'll bet most people will just say I am crazy, but this feeling of just going into the exams with everyone is pretty interesting too don't you think? Everyone is preparing for the same tests and examinations, and we will all be doing it at the same time! Well, I have been intensively revising for my chemistry these past few days, and I certainly hope I can score well for it. I am quite worried about my mathematics, or rather, additional mathematics, especially since I have just a few gaps to fill in, which I hope I can do so during the course of the exams. Well, it's finally here, the three weeks of examinations begins. I am quite pleased with the turnout of the examination timetable, except that mathematics is crammed together! &gt;:( But it's alright, at least they didn't cram it with subjects which require memorizing (other than geography), but I am still glad it's mathematics, because it's a subject for practising, and practising is almost what we have been doing for the entire year. So time to gear up and go into battle! I am going to do my best, no backing down now! It's full steam ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-1174820426409214300?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/1174820426409214300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=1174820426409214300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1174820426409214300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1174820426409214300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/10/sidetracks-here-i-go.html' title='Sidetracks; Here I go!!!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-4584108907564226650</id><published>2008-10-10T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:34:38.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; It's the final straw that breaks the camel's back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For this post, I am directing it to somebody whom I am really pissed off at. No offence to the other people who might be reading this. Alright, seriously dude, what the hell is wrong with you? You are the most pathetic, backstabbing piece of good-for-nothing crap I've ever met, and I sometimes wonder if you even consider yourself as a friend to me. What the heck dude, it's seriously just you. Your attitude pisses me off. You know I frickin' treat you as a friend, but yet you take that friendship for granted. Your attitude totally changed over the past few years. You've officially become more irritating than ever, and to top it off, you're simply being an asshole. It's ok if you do it once in awhile, but what the heck, almost half the time? You think it's frickin' funny? Your jokes doesn't even cut off as passable, seriously. It's not about being sensitive, but you really should know how to consider people's feelings. You used to be much better when you couldn't even try to be irritating. Now you are a natural at it, and you think you are damn frickin' great doing it. You laugh at your own jokes, and that's just pathetic. I am even wasting my post here just to frickin' throw this in your face in hopes that you might read it, because I don't intend to say it to your face, because knowing your damn character, you'd get pissed even if I told you out of good intentions. Or maybe, you will decide to be an asshole and brush it off as usual, do it dude, do it, you can even do it now, if you are reading this, just brush it off. But I will probably pray I don't land up having a friend like you in the near future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-4584108907564226650?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/4584108907564226650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=4584108907564226650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4584108907564226650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4584108907564226650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/10/sidetracks-with-friends-like-these-who.html' title='Sidetracks; It&apos;s the final straw that breaks the camel&apos;s back'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-433591533121972316</id><published>2008-10-10T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:04:59.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Time really flies. It seemed as though just yesterday we were simply entering the school for the first time, and getting used to the new environment. It seemed as though just yesterday, we were merely strangers meeting for the first time, some old friends and others which were new, we had all entered the school at the same time, and now we are leaving at the same time as well. A huge wave of nostalgia swept across the hall this morning as we all sat down through the graduation ceremony. We have all clearly changed over the course of four to five years in the school. The ceremony may have dragged on alittle, but it only meant more time for us to sit as an entire family before leaving to chart our own paths in the nearing future. Did you pay attention to the Guest Of Honour's speech? Heh, I am sure some of you didn't, but it's alright, here's what you missed out anyway. He said that we should "dream big", but that's two words short of a proper sentence. To complete it, I think we should all "dream big, and make realities".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure many of my friends already have ambitions, I have my own goals set as well, but really, will our dreams waver over the uncertain future? Our principal Mdm Heng wasn't speaking through her hat when she said that the future might be bleak for all of us. In a competitive world, and the economy recession that she kept mentioning, it will be a tough life for us if we want to stick to pursuing dreams. After all, if you really want a good job in the future, it might mean sacrificing things which are precious to you, including your dreams. When that time comes, will we make the right decisions? Or perhaps, we might simply give up along the way? Not wanting to sound negative, but it is the truth of this world, and we need to overcome it. I am sure all of us can make it if we just did our best. Don't give up everybody, because it is the last lap of the journey. As the teachers have said before, they will be waiting for us at the finish line. This is our race, and let's give it our damn best to run. When we run, we will run together, and when we fall, we help each other, and let's cross the finish line together. To all my friends in Greenridge Secondary School, LET'S GO FOR IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9N5DIXuaI/AAAAAAAAAmg/48yVHUJdbqs/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255504932652956066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9N5DIXuaI/AAAAAAAAAmg/48yVHUJdbqs/s320/Image020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've graduated!!! Muahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9N4260LHI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QFW_oU500-E/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255504929374874738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9N4260LHI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QFW_oU500-E/s320/Image006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys of 4E1!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9N4t5ztRI/AAAAAAAAAmI/MfSPW3ibeBI/s1600-h/awww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255504926954730770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9N4t5ztRI/AAAAAAAAAmI/MfSPW3ibeBI/s320/awww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convicts!!! Ahahahaha! See the irony anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9NdaAUP-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/ZyV5kpcgQZ0/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255504457756852194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9NdaAUP-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/ZyV5kpcgQZ0/s320/cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: This cake isn't the same one which will be seen in later pictures, not to worry~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9N42Dlu_I/AAAAAAAAAmY/gLPtuhj_zuw/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255504929143241714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9N42Dlu_I/AAAAAAAAAmY/gLPtuhj_zuw/s320/Image007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is class 4E1 of 2008... Wth happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9NdAlaMpI/AAAAAAAAAlw/QI32d4NZeU0/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255504450933109394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9NdAlaMpI/AAAAAAAAAlw/QI32d4NZeU0/s320/Image016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, like I said before ah, DIFFERENT CAKE! (And damn you linsay, you started it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9Nd7k6BeI/AAAAAAAAAmA/3BFzj9XiS0Q/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255504466768692706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9Nd7k6BeI/AAAAAAAAAmA/3BFzj9XiS0Q/s320/Image017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the cake was kinda nice to eat even though most of it were on our faces... *hates to admit it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9Ncxj6u9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/WeCr_S8OMhg/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255504446900321234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9Ncxj6u9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/WeCr_S8OMhg/s320/Image012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Got a picture with Miss Kwek! (I'll definitely do my best for Humanities, no worries!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9N5P1SPbI/AAAAAAAAAmo/xLfAnPaYnbc/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255504936062565810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9N5P1SPbI/AAAAAAAAAmo/xLfAnPaYnbc/s320/Image019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mr Koh, my maths teacher! Thanks for teaching us, no matter what! (Sum of exterior angles is 360 degrees, I'LL REMEMBER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures when I get them, heh, until then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-433591533121972316?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/433591533121972316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=433591533121972316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/433591533121972316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/433591533121972316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/10/sidetracks-graduation-day.html' title='Sidetracks; Graduation Day'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SO9N5DIXuaI/AAAAAAAAAmg/48yVHUJdbqs/s72-c/Image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-1212433889833254563</id><published>2008-10-03T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:09:42.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; It's coming, it's coming!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hiya everyone, the O's are almost here! Man, in just two more weeks, it's going to be the first paper already! How time frickin' flies! Recently I have gained quite a bunch of confidence from my rather so-so results from my preliminary examinations, but I really need to stay consistent, so I will just keep working on the subjects I am counting on. Apparently, a certain subject,(which I personally didn't mind at first actually)has to stay out of my list, the subject's Biology, and the reason why it's out of my list of subjects I would rather spend time studying is because this subject has wayyyy too many issues to deal with. I need to strengthen my maths for the next few days because even though I have much confidence in them, I was sadly complacent for the preliminaries and I got my just desserts. So not wanting history to repeat itself, I am going to work on that too, muahahaha! Anyway, I am looking forward to getting $50 for my results during graduation day. Graduation day! DAAAAAAAMN, time realllly flies!!! Whew, alright, better head off to study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-1212433889833254563?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/1212433889833254563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=1212433889833254563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1212433889833254563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1212433889833254563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/10/sidetracks-its-coming-its-coming.html' title='Sidetracks; It&apos;s coming, it&apos;s coming!!!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-2304782908179954209</id><published>2008-09-09T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:00:56.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Just an outing, and class t-shirts vs staff uniforms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;What happens when you go to a place and your shirt makes you stand out like nobody's business? Well, that's what I experienced when I went to COURTS at Jurong Point today, and man, it was WEIRD. Here's how it happened. The day started off as a normal school day, although we weren't really having lessons today especially since half the class were gone for practical exams whereas the rest (us) were simply left in the class to do our self-revision, which is great because surprisingly we could complete more without a teacher than having one around, maybe it's just the release of tension, when the teacher's not around. After school, I went back home to take a nap because I was meeting up with Linsay later in the day to catch up on some revision on A Maths before the test tomorrow. After the revision, I left Linsay to meet up with my dad to go to Jurong Point (and so the proper story begins) for dinner and to look around some stuff I would really like to buy, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, the place was packed. I am not sure, it could be myself, but everybody I saw at the place seemed to be pretty upset over something, because their faces were reaaaaallly black, or perhaps they just couldn't be bothered to look cheerful even though there was so much stuff to look at. My dad and I headed to the food court to have our dinner. It's been SO LONG since I had the Jurong Point's Fish and Chips (it was my heck of a favourite since a kid, but then I discovered doubleboiled food so my tastes changed). The taste of the fish hasn't changed one bit even though the wok has been passed to a different owner. I'd recommend it to you guys if you are interested in fish that has tons of filling and less flour so it's really worth the money, and the tartar sauce is superb yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sumptous meal, we headed to COURTS (climax approaches), and I was taking a look at all the latest gadgets and computerware. My eyes fell on the ACER Aspire One. It was a mini-notebook, which basically has all the basic functions of a computer but the pluses are that it's really light and you can practically carry it anywhere to process your work and surf the web. I was interested in it because of the way it looked as well, it was really stylish and all, so I secretly marked it down as one of the items which I'd consider getting. As I was looking around some more, all of a sudden people started coming up to me and asking me random questions. They'd stare at me and ask questions about the stuff I was infront of, which I couldn't answer of course. APPARENTLY, my class t-shirt, the one I was wearing resembles the workstaff uniform which the staff of COURTS wear!! Man, when I realized that it was too late, a ton of people just started irritating me by coming up to me and asking me tons of questions without even confirming that I really was just a passer-by just like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, some of them asked questions which were totally WEIRD man! Example: "Excuse me, this computer here... does it work like a computer?" LIKE WHAT THE HECK RIGHT?!?!?! Man, I guess I could have messed around alittle and reply, "Yeah it's actually a tv with a keyboard to type the channels you'd really enjoy watching" and get away with it but I didn't of course. In the end it was just becoming a pain just being in the store trying to browse through the things when people keep tapping my shoulders for queries on stuff which I had no clue about. So a warning to my fellow classmates: "DO NOT WEAR OUR CLASS T-SHIRT TO COURTS, OR ANY PLACE WITH BLACK POLO-TEES AS A UNIFORM WEAR, PERIOD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SMaPDuNfX4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/RQjripE63rI/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244036110226513794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SMaPDuNfX4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/RQjripE63rI/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ACER Aspire One! I won't go into details with the specs, but it's hella good in my opinion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SMaPEEQk06I/AAAAAAAAAb4/pgwKaF5gXLA/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244036116145034146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SMaPEEQk06I/AAAAAAAAAb4/pgwKaF5gXLA/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurong Point has certainly changed alot since I last visited, it even has this extension of the place which is trying to look like it has a japanese feel to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-2304782908179954209?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/2304782908179954209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=2304782908179954209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/2304782908179954209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/2304782908179954209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/09/sidetracks-just-outing-and-class-t.html' title='Sidetracks; Just an outing, and class t-shirts vs staff uniforms'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SMaPDuNfX4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/RQjripE63rI/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-7774390763866146016</id><published>2008-09-06T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T06:51:39.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #3; Chapter One - SIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;A cool breeze blows through the skies of evening hue. With a sudden squall every now and then, the doors of an old factory remains rigid, and it stands firm upon its feet, protecting whatever resides within it. Inside the high steel walls of the factory, the small clanging of metal can be heard from a distance as one approaches the center of the building. Within the darkness, small lights danced in the middle, with a shadow cast upon the walls of the place, giving it a mysterious feel. The person responsible for the lights and the metallic noises turns out to be a frail-looking old man. An old man with a young heart, he often claims. His name is Doctor Roger L.K. Mckenskie, famous throughout the world for his works on robotic sciences. Now why on earth would a doctor as famous as this be doing in an old run-down factory such as this, one might ponder. As the doctor removes a cloth from his latest invention the answer is revealed. As the fabric slid off the invention, it revealed a little girl. The doctor stepped back to admire his work. She was indeed a work of wonders. She may have been a metallic body once, but right now, as one sets eyes upon her, one would think she is definitely human. With her bright blonde hair, complete with curls, eyes of cobalt blue (probably the remnants of some impure substances), and silk-smooth skin, nobody would ever think she is actually, a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name was intially supposed to be SIS, or Symbian Intelligence System. Now the doctor fondly calls her by the name Amelia. Amelia the robot is not the simple cyborgs you might have seen on televisions or movies. A robot with feelings, genuine human feelings, but this is just a presumption. The doctor still hopes that she might work, because if she does not, his past fifteen years spent cooped up in a rotten old factory and being ridiculed would have been in vain. He goes to the switches and begins to flip them. Slowly, a whirring sound began to reveberate throughout the room. The doctor looks on at Amelia's lifeless body hopefully. Nothing stirs. He continues to keep his hopes up as he tries the switches again. And again, and again. After a dozen tries, the doctor pulled at his hair in frustration. "It failed! I should have known! It wasn't enough! It wasn't enough!" he cries out in utter despair. Then he flew into a rage, tools began to crash onto the floor, the lights shook, and the building began to look like a warzone. The doctor sank to the ground, sobbing miserably at his failed experiment. "All for nothing... All for nothing..." he began to chant. He closes his eyes to rest. He had spent the past sixteen days and nights finishing the final touches, and now with all his hopes dashed, he just wants to close his eyes and simply sleep it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small tinkle is heard. An echo following closely behind it. The doctor's eyes remains closed. Another small tinkle, louder alittle this time. The doctor opens his eyes slowly. From the corner of his eye, he sees movement near his desk. At his desk, with her hands desperately grabbing the corners of it, Amelia was trying to walk. The doctor was stunned. &lt;em&gt;It worked? &lt;/em&gt;He tries to regain his composure. &lt;em&gt;IT WORKED!&lt;/em&gt; He ran over to where Amelia was, laughing heartily. He picks her up and puts her on his shoulders. Amelia, uncomfortable at being carried with such force, began to knock his head with her hands. The doctor simply shook away the knocks, turning around to see his invention. With tears of relief in his eyes, all he could mouth out was, "Amelia... Thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-7774390763866146016?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7774390763866146016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=7774390763866146016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7774390763866146016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7774390763866146016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-3-chapter-one-sis.html' title='Story #3; Chapter One - SIS'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-1878088983276998570</id><published>2008-09-05T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:30:20.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Have you found what you were looking for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hiya everyone, it's been awhile hasn't it? Recently has been a real emotional roller-coaster, especially with the multitude of tests and tons of other stuff to prepare for just as the final examinations are coming up, but it's to be expected I suppose. But I am not sure if it's because of this sudden urge for my teachers to throw at us a bunch of tests, but it seems that the conditioning of our mental state seems to be working. I look around and I don't see a single one of my classmates complaining about tests as they did before, I am not complaining much myself, although we still lament sometimes at the amount of crap we have to deal with, but heck, it's become a part of our lifestyle now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I am starting to get these weird feelings that life isn't interesting enough. Is it part of this teenage crap that we all go through? Somehow, it just feels as though life's become really mundane, maybe it's the way we have to go through all the studying right now. I really wonder how people get by just doing the same things they do every single day, I am not sure whether to admire their abillity to adapt, or just laugh at them for not wanting to make a change.&lt;/span&gt; My sister tells me that it'd be different once I graduate from secondary school, and I'll meet people from different kinds of backgrounds, I really wonder if I would. It's almost the same now isn't it? We all do come from different backgrounds, but it's like everyone is the same when it comes down to it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, these feelings are driving me nuts, why the heck am I wondering about such stuff when I should be just focusing on my studies huh? Don't worry though Mum and Dad, I am still keeping up the grades, but I guess I tend to ponder over such nonsense once in awhile, leave me at it heh, it's the way I am. I suppose these feelings just accumulate over time every now and then, because I really have no one I can talk to about some of the stuff that goes on in my head sometimes. Have you found what you were looking for? I am still searching for my cause, and I sure hope to find it soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-1878088983276998570?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/1878088983276998570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=1878088983276998570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1878088983276998570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1878088983276998570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/09/sidetracks-have-you-found-what-you-were.html' title='Sidetracks; Have you found what you were looking for?'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-2841437241262165172</id><published>2008-08-04T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T04:38:11.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah all, it's back to school again and this is probably just the last post before the exam fever kicks back in. Man, it's almost as if after one weekend, all the homework decided to gang up and throw themselves at us in one day! But of course, it's only because we hadn't been finishing what we should have, so there really isn't anyone else to blame but ourselves muahahaha! Well, I believe if I spread out my time evenly I should be able to get rid of some of them by the end of today, heh! To talk about today, it'd be a drag because nothing much happened at all. It seemed like an ordinary school day, with everyone feeling tired and sleepy because the weekend is still fresh in their minds. Lessons carried on as usual regardless of how lethargic we may look to our teachers, they sure can stay perky, those teachers, heh. Just thought I'd congratulate Xianzhe for scoring well for our recent E math test, heh, you sure improved alot dude, but hey, I didn't do that badly either, so let's continue to rival each other dude, heh (and if possible, next time go and compete with the better ones, you know who I mean heh)! Alright, that's all for this post before I get to my work. Study hard everyone, and it's the English O' Level Oral Examinations next week, heh, time to stock up on honey and water eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-2841437241262165172?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/2841437241262165172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=2841437241262165172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/2841437241262165172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/2841437241262165172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/08/sidetracks-monday-blues.html' title='Sidetracks; Monday Blues'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-261104610316442438</id><published>2008-08-03T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:35:08.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; The Musical! Little Shop Of Horrors (No doubt it was horrific, heh)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hi all, I am back as promised to blog about another huge event! This musical that I attended yesterday at Republic Polytechnic was done by my school and it's probably the last event that my class and I will take part in for the school. It was a night worth going in my opinion, because I think we had loads of fun (basically making fun of the show, but heh heh, it was good &lt;em&gt;lah). &lt;/em&gt;Alright, so here I go with the events that took place yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, there was the usual lessons in the morning, for Additional Mathematics and right after that lesson, Mr Koh gave us an Elementay Mathematics test! I am not sure if I did well in the paper, but it seemed rather easy as compared to the standard that he's been setting for us the past few weeks. Anyway, moving on, after the lessons, I headed down to the Lot One shopping centre with my friends to take a look at some last-minute shopping. It was a rather formal event and we all had to dress up nicely, so I decided to make the extra effort this time, by deciding to get a tie! In the end, the ties we found were all really expensive, but I managed to get a relatively cheaper tie and we left for our own homes after that. I met up with Sharmin to give her the ticket to the musical, and just a reminder to her, I NEED THE FIFTEEN DOLLARS ASAP MAN, I GOT THE TICKET FROM A TEACHER THIS TIME! Anyway, after reaching home, I really had nothing else to do, so i picked up the guitar and I started to lose track of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, it was an hour before I was supposed to meet Eileen, Zalikha and Jarah at Choa Chu Kang MRT station to go to the musical. I hurriedly got changed and then went to meet up with them. Coincidentally, I met Eileen and Jarah on the train first, so we were heading together on the train to Choa Chu Kang, when it dawned on me that, I FORGOT TO BRING MY TICKET! Man, I probably had such a horrified look on my face the people around me must have thought I accidentally knocked my hand against the train door. I quickly told Eileen and Jarah that I'd meet them at Causeway Point instead, which was the place we were going to eat at and I took the bus which I felt would be faster for me back home. Very quickly, I got home and got my ticket, and left for the bus-stop, because luckily for me, there's a bus right below my house which brings me to Causeway directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I reached the place and Eileen and Jarah were already with Zalikha and they were eating, and they were nearly done! I didn't eat in the end because I really didn't feel like eating after rushing all the way there, I was more thirsty in fact. So we walked around alittle and then finally decided to make our way there, because Faris who was supposed to meet us told me he'd be reaching later. So we went ahead first, and Zalikha actually brought a MAP! Good thing she did though, and based on my "great sense of direction" we made it there (left out certain details, but it won't affect my story :P). After reaching there, we also met up with more of our friends who had just reached. So we started heading to the cultural centre's theatre where we continued to marvel at how huge and how rich Republic Polytechnic was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there really early and soon alot of people were arriving in and it got really noisy with so many people looking and staring in awe at how stylish and different their friends looked. And before long we were inside the theatre itself. It was pretty alright for a theatre heh, and the secondary four express classes sat together which was pretty fun especially since we could talk to each other more easily (heh heh, not very good audience behavior, I know). The musical started and it was pretty cool. The props were really well-made in a way, especially since it was a great effort put in by our own schoolmates, kudos to them man. During the intermission, Adi and I chatted about the musical and some other crappy stuff as we normally do. We said that the intermission was meant for those smokers to start chain-smoking in the toilets if they needed. Then Adi crapped about how they can just take all the cigarettes in one pack and stuff them in their mouths to make it simpler, frickin' funny thought. Then I said that when they exhale the smoke, they exhale ten times more, people is one thin line, theirs is like a fog had just entered the toilet. Well, the musical soon started again and the last bit was quite interesting. The female lead had actually been half-eaten by the man-eating plant, but yet she was able to come out and sing with the male lead before jumping back in to die, like what the hell's up with that?! Anyway, The musical soon ended and it was a pretty fun show, human-eating plants, corny love scenes and dramatic tragedy put into one, if I was asked to summarize the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the musical, everybody started heading home, I went with Linsay, Zhongping and Liping, Martin (a new friend), to Causeway to grab something to eat. It was pretty late by then, nearing eleven, and surprisingly there were still loads of people there, mostly our own schoolmates. Very soon we were heading home as well, and I couldn't wait to reach home either. Well, I took loads of pictures (DUH! How can waste sucha good opportunity to have friends dress up for a good photo?), so here are some of them heh, take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJWttj0A4RI/AAAAAAAAAaA/b8DSN9vQ95A/s1600-h/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230277540479820050" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJWttj0A4RI/AAAAAAAAAaA/b8DSN9vQ95A/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the whole class, but at least we had a class photo! Sort of. (From left: Jarah, Myself, Zalikha, Eileen, Devi, Xian Zhe, Adi, Shamizan, Zhengyu and Gary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJWttOjGfiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2I5Gk6J9DkY/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230277534771740194" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJWttOjGfiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2I5Gk6J9DkY/s320/Image036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, macam like those drama box covers hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJWts2tPNsI/AAAAAAAAAZo/3pOssQi2vIM/s1600-h/IMG_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230277528371803842" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJWts2tPNsI/AAAAAAAAAZo/3pOssQi2vIM/s320/IMG_0695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Zalikha, (Gary) and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJWts8QuVcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/M_TgvUdnnTw/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230277529862821314" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJWts8QuVcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/M_TgvUdnnTw/s320/Image040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I got to take a picture with my discipline masters! Here's one of 'em! (Mr.Malik and Myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJbhdjMJ5aI/AAAAAAAAAag/pszhnVM-9E4/s1600-h/i-love-muhh-mentee-vashoone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230615915016086946" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJbhdjMJ5aI/AAAAAAAAAag/pszhnVM-9E4/s320/i-love-muhh-mentee-vashoone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linsay and myself in my "supposedly nerdy spectacles"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJWw9aIu-xI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xse2eWC4_5U/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230281111295163154" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJWw9aIu-xI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xse2eWC4_5U/s320/Image041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Heh, here's the other one! (Mr.Chui and Myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJWttzBBUCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/l40wzB6uiCA/s1600-h/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230277544560906274" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJWttzBBUCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/l40wzB6uiCA/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Eileen! (It wasn't easy to take this photo especially since Gary was about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJbhdbjnKoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/hjM4k1xMOLg/s1600-h/Linsay-vashonne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230615912966990466" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJbhdbjnKoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/hjM4k1xMOLg/s320/Linsay-vashonne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mentor Linsay, a.k.a. Linhei! MUAHAHAHA! (Ok lah, not so "hei" over here anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJbhdzbYMKI/AAAAAAAAAao/dfjyOmijC0k/s1600-h/IMG_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230615919374905506" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJbhdzbYMKI/AAAAAAAAAao/dfjyOmijC0k/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Zalikha, Xianzhe, Eileen and Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, that's all for now, till I can get my hands on more photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-261104610316442438?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/261104610316442438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=261104610316442438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/261104610316442438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/261104610316442438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/08/sidetracks-musical-little-shop-of.html' title='Sidetracks; The Musical! Little Shop Of Horrors (No doubt it was horrific, heh)!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SJWttj0A4RI/AAAAAAAAAaA/b8DSN9vQ95A/s72-c/IMG_0689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-4644416318116260554</id><published>2008-07-22T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:28:09.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Chinatown and Racial Harmony Day! (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Alright! Now to talk about the main event! Racial Harmony Day was yesterday and so all of us donned our costumes and had loads of fun taking pictures! The night before I wasn't really able to fall asleep, as I was quite excited about seeing all my friends in their traditional costumes. We have never done this sort of thing before, that is, to wear our traditional costumes so faithfully, and yet we are doing it this year, and that in itself is pretty special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because I was too excited to sleep, and ended up sleeping rather late, I woke up late as a result as well, and it wasn't till Fatin called me that I managed to wake up, heh. Since I was the chairperson, I really needed to open the classroom door so that they could get changed and leave their things inside the class. So I got changed hurriedly and went to school. Turns out, most of my classmates weren't really at school yet because the LRT train broke down, (yes! hurray for me muahahaha!) and so I wasn't really late in opening up the class door. Soon, all of us were ready and we headed to the Indoor Sports Hall for morning assembly. We saw alot of people wearing the ethnic costumes and we got worried that we might not get first after all. Finally, after a check, our class was the only class that had all its students in traditional costumes, woohoo! Hopefully we'd get the prize because of this, but the votes still need to count before the decision can be made, and there were classes competing since they had passed the criteria of 90%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After assembly, those with their costumes were told to stay back and take pictures, and so my entire class remained behind with alot of other students and we took many pictures. It was really fun and the chinese guys including myself really got into it, and whichever picture we took, we couldn't help but to pose with the chinese kung-fu sort of pose, heh! I really got into the mood too with the posing, muahaha! But sian ah, somehow the pictures I took, some of them made my head look really big, but I realized that my face becomes chubby in the morning and then slims down by the afternoon, it's really weird and I can't explain why it's like that, freaky! Anyway! We began taking pictures even after the photo-taking session was over and lessons resumed. Our first period teachers really had difficulty trying to make us get focused in our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had difficulty concentrating not because I didn't want to, but because the chinese sleeves were really getting in the way, and I hadn't brought any school uniform to change back into, so throughout the day I had to keep pulling back the sleeves just so that it didn't obstruct me. But throughout it all, it was a really fun experience, and all of my friends looked fantastic in their traditional costumes. Now it's just trying to get my hands on all the pictures, which up till now, graaaaaaaaaaaaa, are still missing! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures (At present!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXofFcl2SI/AAAAAAAAAYo/EuIGnPZ8jy8/s1600-h/DSC08087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225838563369015586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXofFcl2SI/AAAAAAAAAYo/EuIGnPZ8jy8/s320/DSC08087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still waiting for our turn to take pictures... HURRY UP LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXqLWqBdtI/AAAAAAAAAZI/klOkQ9r_ico/s1600-h/DSC08136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225840423414626002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXqLWqBdtI/AAAAAAAAAZI/klOkQ9r_ico/s320/DSC08136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXoeUDbTpI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/N4-uPik01xE/s1600-h/DSC01788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225838550110129810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXoeUDbTpI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/N4-uPik01xE/s320/DSC01788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we begin with three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXoeqpq4QI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ubLcC5ykz3k/s1600-h/DSC08148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225838556176113922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXoeqpq4QI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ubLcC5ykz3k/s320/DSC08148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Then four! Yeah man, I wasn't kidding about the chinese kung-fu poses! (From left: Mr Chui, Zhengyu, Xian Zhe, Myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXqLls46qI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yZZ7P8OBfIA/s1600-h/DSC08123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225840427453180578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXqLls46qI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yZZ7P8OBfIA/s320/DSC08123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh. Remember what I said about Kian Peng's shirt fitting him just nicely? I GOT HIM TWO SIZES BIGGER, MUAHAHAAHAHAH!!! (Kian Peng &amp;amp; Eric)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXqK75G5RI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ng7dWTCPZaM/s1600-h/DSC08095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225840416230139154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXqK75G5RI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ng7dWTCPZaM/s320/DSC08095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, lookin' good ah! (From left: Fatin, Fara, Aisyah, Billiana, Shafiq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXqKhbChrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/AaINXc793xI/s1600-h/DSC08114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225840409124701874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXqKhbChrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/AaINXc793xI/s320/DSC08114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ladies, the camera is infront of you &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! (From left: Eileen, Laura, and Zi Qian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXoeFYA9dI/AAAAAAAAAYI/PpPT2CImm98/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225838546169951698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXoeFYA9dI/AAAAAAAAAYI/PpPT2CImm98/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha, anybody to take us both on? JUST KIDDING! (Faris &amp;amp; Myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXqsOEhFuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/B7Js_BrmjJY/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225840988045514466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXqsOEhFuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/B7Js_BrmjJY/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Linsay, they said to wear your own traditional costume leh, what happened eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXqKQUI40I/AAAAAAAAAYw/cYinHURGGJE/s1600-h/21-07-08_0904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225840404532355906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXqKQUI40I/AAAAAAAAAYw/cYinHURGGJE/s320/21-07-08_0904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! I got to take a picture with Ye Yoon in her Korean outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXqsW6zZzI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ANJUl7yUWo8/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225840990420690738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXqsW6zZzI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ANJUl7yUWo8/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, racial harmony &lt;em&gt;seh&lt;/em&gt;! (From left: Ari, Myself and Ganesh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXoe6s103I/AAAAAAAAAYg/IBevNqPrutY/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225838560484381554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXoe6s103I/AAAAAAAAAYg/IBevNqPrutY/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoohah! One more picture for myself, heh! Sorry about the facial expression, I really wasn't prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's all for this post, I guess there'd only be one more event which is my school's musical which is coming up which I might blog about, but other than that, it's back to studying for the O's! Let's go for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-4644416318116260554?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/4644416318116260554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=4644416318116260554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4644416318116260554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4644416318116260554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/07/sidetracks-chinatown-and-racial-harmony_22.html' title='Sidetracks; Chinatown and Racial Harmony Day! (Part 2)'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXofFcl2SI/AAAAAAAAAYo/EuIGnPZ8jy8/s72-c/DSC08087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-8895633464530440040</id><published>2008-07-22T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T05:59:18.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Chinatown and Racial Harmony Day! (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Woohoo! I am online to blog again, it's been a week plus since I last touched my keyboard, and how I missed it! Alright, I am going to take up on Nadzirah's comment and start to paragraph my posts, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so first up is my trip to Chinatown with my classmates. Basically, since Racial Harmony Day was coming, my friends and I went there to get our chinese costumes. Our form teacher Mrs Tan actually managed to convince the entire class to wear and I think she was right, that it was worth it. I am sure she's right about us cherishing these memories that we make as well, with this being one of our very last few events with the school. Heh, and even if she didn't manage to convince us, my class is a greedy lot, and we all want the prize, muahaha. The criteria was for the 90% of the class to wear their traditional costumes and then try to get teachers to wear their traditional costumes as well and vote for us. So Mrs Tan and most of my classmates went about getting teachers to vote for us, which I think did vote for us in the end, heh! Ok wait, back to the main point first. So basically the group of us who went were Huan Min, Ching Wee, Zhengyu, Xian Zhe and myself. We were also there to buy for the shirts for Eric and Kian Peng (for Kian Peng, I decided to be reaaaallly irritating, heh heh, you'll see what happened later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we reached there, the first thing we saw as we walked out of the station was the marketplace itself already. There were many people walking around and most of them were simply viewing the things that were being sold. However, we were there for a purpose, and so we set to finding shops that sold the chinese costumes. In less than ten minutes we came to our first shop. Already we saw many chinese costumes that caught our liking (at least for some of us), but the pricing wasn't exactly wallet-friendly so we decided to scout around some more. We went to the next shop which also sold rather nice chinese clothings, and there was even one mannequin outside the shop with a really nice long chinese coat the one those chinese martial artists wore in the past. I couldn't take my eyes off that coat for awhile... Until I saw the price tag hanging from its sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going inside the shop, we saw more chinese costumes. A family I think, owned the shop, and there was the father, a rather plump man with spectacles, the wife, and perhaps the son, who looked like the father, not just the features but even in terms of age. We started feeling the clothes' materials when the father suddenly said, "Hey, no need to look over there &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, those over there too expensive, you want to try make sure you have enough first." Damn, I was so pissed off and so were the others. Like what Ching Wee said, &lt;em&gt;Gou Yan Kan Ren Di&lt;/em&gt;, that man had no right to think of us as being unable to afford what his shop owns, and that's definitely not the way you speak to customers. So after hearing his irritating comment, we left in a huff to another shop. Turns out, there were actually many shops with different varieties, it was almost like half the streets were full of these clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after almost two hours of walking about and scouting, I was the first to come to a decision to buy a suit from the perhaps, 7th shop we were visiting. After I bought my costume, all of us went back to the first few shops to take a look once more. We headed back to the shop with the haughty father, but Xian Zhe and Zhengyu decided to go to another shop which had caught their eye to buy their costumes. I stayed behind with Ching Wee and Huan Min as they looked at the clothes once more. Ching Wee decided to try out a few and finally wanted to buy one, however the costume she wanted, had a button which was about to fall off, but she said it was alright, and that she could sew it back herself. After this, she asked the father if he could sell it cheaper since the quality wasn't as good, and all that jerk could say was, "Hey, it's a fixed price, no point trying to bargain one, I know you guys are just students... *says this in a very condescending manner*" I was so pissed I wanted to leave the shop already, but all Ching Wee and I did was roll our eyes and stare at each other while the man busied himself in packing up the clothes, so Ching Wee bought it in the end, &lt;em&gt;dammit lah!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xian Zhe and Zhengyu had finished buying their clothes as well when we met them, and I saw a shirt that would fit Kian Peng (yeah RIGHT, MUAHAHAHA), and Zhengyu had already bought for Eric. Huan Min and Ching Wee saw clothes that'd fit the girls in our class so they bought for them as well. Before long, we were on the train home again, and one last incident (which Huan Min has already blogged about) which happened was that this little girl tripped and kinda er... basically I wasn't standing at a very good position and it was crowded so it was really &lt;em&gt;sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, so that's the Chinatown trip, whew, alright since just a trip had taken so much of this post, I am going to post about the Racial Harmony Day on the next one as part II, be sure to read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXU94swZvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/xnS8pFzjqVo/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225817102290544370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXU94swZvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/xnS8pFzjqVo/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXU-JcqWLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7rzbRma79i0/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225817106786441394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXU-JcqWLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7rzbRma79i0/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, Chinatown!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-8895633464530440040?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/8895633464530440040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=8895633464530440040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/8895633464530440040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/8895633464530440040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/07/sidetracks-chinatown-and-racial-harmony.html' title='Sidetracks; Chinatown and Racial Harmony Day! (Part 1)'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SIXU94swZvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/xnS8pFzjqVo/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-7725677996716569522</id><published>2008-07-04T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T06:46:12.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; The experience these past few weeks! (Part 3 of 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah all! I saved my favourite for last, so here it is! Today was the Passing Out Parade for the graduating cadets from my CCA, the National Police Cadet Corp! We were finally going to graduate from the Corp, and all of us were really happy about it. It was really sad to actually leave the CCA, but I am sure we all walked away with great memories and fun times which would always be with us always. The parade started and because I was taking the graduating squad for the last time, I managed to get front row seats to the passing of the ceremonial sword from the Head of Departments, and it was pretty good, if not for us having to stand really straight and remaining still for the entire time. So after almost fifteen minutes of trying to make our entire body behave, we went inside the school canteen where we were to receive our awards, ranks and souvenirs (for the graduating cadets muahaha!). At the canteen, the emcees took the lead, and they began meting out the names and one by one we went up to collect our ranks. I was happy to see that all my fellow friends managed to get at least a rank of a sergeant, so guys, you left with something to be proud of! My officer-in-charge, Mr Ho, said that the names would be read out in alphabetical order and my heart sank, being Vashon, it meant V and that's like probably the last bunch of people in the awardees. I tried to recall if anyone came after me in terms of our names, and there were nobody else! So being last I cracked a joke with Jia Hui who was sitting beside me with his new sergeant rank that he can wake me up after all the names are called, heh! So the names were called out, and then... and then... my name was not called out! At first, I went, "eh...?" and then it became, "EHHH?!!?!? WHERE'S MY RANK!?!?" So I kept shifting about in my seat wondering if I should interrupt the ceremony to tell them that, but I decided against it, and began clapping for everyone else, from the secondary twos to secondary threes who went up to get their prize. Finally Zhengyu and Linsay went up to get the Best Unit Cadet awards, I clapped and cheered for them, and then all of a sudden, my name was called out! Woohoo! Denise and I were laughing and we both got up to get our ranks, Station Inspector leh, no joke! I am very happy with the rank, and I could see that Denise was laughing inwardly as well as the rank was placed on her shoulders by the superiors. So after all that, we went to eat all the pretty good food, which was kway teow, a chicken drumstick, an otah, a piece of chocolate cream cake, and a fried prawn roll (good enough lah, no need to eat too much). After that, it was picture-taking time! And we had alot of fun taking pictures of ourselves in our uniforms for the last time for most of us. After it all, we really had a great time, and I am very proud of my CCA and all my friends, so guys, WE DID IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pictures! (More to come):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4n1mvEMsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/zzqDIJ_hWsU/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219152820053488322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4n1mvEMsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/zzqDIJ_hWsU/s320/DSC00412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station Inspectors! (Me and Denise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4n2c79hXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vwHXgSZp9Hk/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219152834603091314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4n2c79hXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vwHXgSZp9Hk/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Unit Cadet and The Station Inspector! (Me and Zhengyu)&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4n1cwwkSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/qjVWH-AKqyw/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219152817376235810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4n1cwwkSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/qjVWH-AKqyw/s320/DSC00411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIs again! With a WCI in the middle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4n2JrgC7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/mEl3kcT6Hsw/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219152829433777074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4n2JrgC7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/mEl3kcT6Hsw/s320/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think this is informal, check out the next pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4n1LVmgPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/YseqaZQqvEM/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219152812698927346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4n1LVmgPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/YseqaZQqvEM/s320/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now! I know I said we took alot, but it's all spread out in different people's cameras, so I will need to collect them all! (Sounds like some advertisement for a card game)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-7725677996716569522?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7725677996716569522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=7725677996716569522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7725677996716569522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7725677996716569522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/07/sidetracks-experience-these-past-few_04.html' title='Sidetracks; The experience these past few weeks! (Part 3 of 3)'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4n1mvEMsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/zzqDIJ_hWsU/s72-c/DSC00412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-5065451313216228809</id><published>2008-07-04T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T06:13:26.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; The experiences these past few weeks! (Part 2 of 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Alright here's part two! Basically my family went to celebrate my sister's confirmation as a teacher, and we went to this place called Little Bali, and it is somewhere near Alexandra Road, and it's really grand and all when we went there, and the atmosphere there totally didn't feel like Singapore at all! It really felt like we went to Bali all of a sudden and the food there was superb! I really enjoyed the otahs, special fish dishes, and most of all the chicken! It was really good, but I was having so much fun eating the food, I forgot to take pictures of it! It was really enjoyable to eat out with my family and I want us to do that more often, muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4gwtSYVpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ijFFyy-pC6g/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219145039331481234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4gwtSYVpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ijFFyy-pC6g/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4gw9BHUhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/gdu6WtaIWmE/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219145043554030098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4gw9BHUhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/gdu6WtaIWmE/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the cool signboards and the inside of this place is cooler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4gxGnBKrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/8L26nsmbyUk/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219145046128929458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4gxGnBKrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/8L26nsmbyUk/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I didn't step inside knowing I am not of legal age yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah as said before, I WAS TOO BUSY EATING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-5065451313216228809?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/5065451313216228809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=5065451313216228809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/5065451313216228809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/5065451313216228809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/07/sidetracks-experiences-these-past-few.html' title='Sidetracks; The experiences these past few weeks! (Part 2 of 3)'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4gwtSYVpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ijFFyy-pC6g/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-7286470971438864620</id><published>2008-07-04T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T06:17:06.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; The experience these past few weeks! (Part 1 of 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hey all, this is a three part blog that I am going to do, and it covers three pretty major events that I have been through these past few weeks, heh, and yeap, the reason why I took so long to blog all these is because I am currently in "cold turkey" and I am not coming online anymore once I am done with these blogs, unless of course another good event that is worth blogging about comes around, but till then I don't think I'd be coming online, because the major exams are drawing near and it's really important that I get focused, which I am proud to say is working! Anyway on to the story, the first event that I had was the mini Fun Fiesta that my school organized. Basically the graduating classes took over the entire event and we had to prepare for it. We were told to set up games and food stalls based on a traditional theme, basically the 60s, 70s, and so forth. It was reallly fun on the actual day, when we all came dressed up as coolies, people with retro outfits, some girls took the "Kampong Girl" look, and some even came dressed up as the Beatles! Being lazy, I simply chose to dress like a coolie, because a white shirt and a pair of black shorts really isn't even difficult to find, heh, all I did was find a stick and I was ready! As the event started we began carrying signs with words like, "Big Sale" in many different languages to promote our food stall, thereafter we went to the games stall where our game was selling out like hot cakes. Our game was "tikam-tikam" and you guessed it, it was a gambling game, and it turns out we had some really itchy hands that day itching to burn their fingers with our game. When all was done, my class managed to sell away all our items and we reaped profits from both our games and food stalls which we celebrated by popping crackers and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4axp_FecI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5c8YG0qxiOk/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219138458555349442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4axp_FecI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5c8YG0qxiOk/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three coolies for employment! (From left: Zhengyu, Myself, Xianzhe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4bniSj67I/AAAAAAAAAVs/h-km9Vc7eYk/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219139384202488754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4bniSj67I/AAAAAAAAAVs/h-km9Vc7eYk/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethnic costumes and a coolie! (From left: Laura, Zalikha, Myself, Eileen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4axudu0jI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8jUrPC6r-iY/s1600-h/28-06-08_1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219138459757630002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4axudu0jI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8jUrPC6r-iY/s320/28-06-08_1047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More ethnic costumes and still a coolie! (From left: Myself, Ching Wee, Sie Min, Ye Yoon)&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4axVe7Z7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/mAVazBO0UyU/s1600-h/28062008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219138453051762610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4axVe7Z7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/mAVazBO0UyU/s320/28062008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retro and old school! (Me and Nadzirah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4d8oLWYcI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gSsv_Tj5Y8c/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219141945583362498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4d8oLWYcI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gSsv_Tj5Y8c/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coolie and a kampong girl! (Me and Esadora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4d8rKkxOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vEU9RVxQw_Q/s1600-h/P280608_10.08%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219141946385417442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4d8rKkxOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vEU9RVxQw_Q/s320/P280608_10.08%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another kampong girl! (Billiana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4d8VxUnTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/8Zu0mDECjiE/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219141940642356530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4d8VxUnTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/8Zu0mDECjiE/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me trying out the retro spectacles for the first time! (Wish I had my guitar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's all for now, be sure to read part 2 and 3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-7286470971438864620?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7286470971438864620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=7286470971438864620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7286470971438864620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7286470971438864620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/07/sidetracks-experience-these-past-few.html' title='Sidetracks; The experience these past few weeks! (Part 1 of 3)'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SG4axp_FecI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5c8YG0qxiOk/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-1493839461579302309</id><published>2008-06-15T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T03:18:12.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Wild Wild Wet and Vivo City!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Muahahaha, finally willing to blog, heh, was too lazy to type about the entire trip even though it already took place like five days ago. Yeah, so went out recently with Keane, Linsay, Liping, Terin and Aloysuis, and it was hell lot of fun! So first it was Wild Wild Wet, and damn, this being the first time I am going there, it's got me wanting to go back for more! When we first got there the place was actually less crowded than we had expected, but that was all the better for us because then we could try out all the rides without having to wait, woohoo! We went on the first ride, which involved cycling on bikes while in the air. Honestly, this ride was kinda useless but helped to warm up our legs bah, ahahaha! So the next ride was more interesting, it involved two of us sitting on this float-like thing and sliding up and down this huge U-shaped structure and that was fun! I sat with Keane, and I was sitting in the backwards position so when the ride was over, my back kinda hurt ahahaha but it was alright after awhile. After that ride, we hanged out at this Lazy Pool and simply floated down this river-like pool with the waves helping to push us along. Finally got out of the pool and went to the next ride which lets all of us take part together. It was the one where we sit on this huge float and slide down this ridiculously enormous slide, and it was fun! I didn't know that this ride would take pictures so with my mouth opened wide it was really funny when the picture came out on the screen later on. After this ride, there were other huge slides but they were meant for one person only but it was fun as well, and we had fun at this playground in the water as well but we were actually waiting for this huge bucket of water that'd pour water on the people sitting beneath the playground. After all that, we got to my least favourite ride, because it got me all giddy after I was done with it. This ride was called the Tsunami, for those of you who don't know, it replicates huge waves and sends them at you while you are in the water and you can imagine getting thrashed by huge waves and water coming at you every few seconds. But it was fun in a way, we messed with the floats that were over there and just tried to enjoy getting thrashed by the waves. After this ride, we just relaxed at the Lazy Pool once more and finally once we had relaxed enough, we went for all the rides ONCE MORE. But not after we took alot of pictures with the underwater camera that place provided at the Lazy Pool, I am too lazy to upload all the pictures but I will put some up you can see them below later. After the rides, we finally decided we have had enough, it was around four by then so we left for the changing rooms and finally left the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next place we headed to was yeap, Vivo City, because Terin wanted to get something from there. We reached there and had our dinner at the food court. Aloysuis actually introduced that the Hokkien Mee there is really popular, which was true since there was a long queue. But Keane and I were already super hungry and so we ended up buying food from the stall next to it. But before we knew it, Aloysuis had already bought his food and we were still ordering ours! Keane bought this Tom Yam Steamboat and I got the Deluxe Everything-Also-Put-Inside Fish Soup. Linsay bought the same dish as Keane, Terin was eating healthy steamed food, and Liping ordered the same as me. Eating halfway, Linsay started putting alot of chilli into her already super spicy Tom Yam soup. Then she asked everyone to try, and when I looked at it, with all the redness and yellowish oil floating around, I only thought of one thing: Poison. Ahahaha, but of course it was edible and good thing didn't suffer any side effects or Linsay would have gotten it worse. After dinner we walked around alittle and took pictures. Finally decided to go home after we were done walking. Aloysuis and Terin took a different bus and the rest of us went home together on the same bus. On the bus, something embarassing happened, and it wasn't entirely my fault. I happened to be carrying Liping's umbrella for her, and I hung it on the seat, then the bus turned and the umbrella started sliding towards the passenger adjacent from me and I wanted to grab it but because the bus which should have stopped turning by then TURNED SOME MORE, I crashed into the girl and it was super embarassing because I could tell she was PISSED! I apologized profusely and then avoided eye-contact by not looking at my left for the rest of the journey. Yeap, so that was my day out and I definitely had loads of fun, but my wallet is getting quite thin so I guess if I wanna go out for this sort of trips more often I need to save up again, ahahahaha!! So as promised, here are the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212040928153722898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTjnA1mYBI/AAAAAAAAATk/dXADEzLls7M/s320/P6110003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... I am the only one wearing white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTjndQkngI/AAAAAAAAATs/3PBYa1o9OKA/s1600-h/P6110012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212040935783046658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTjndQkngI/AAAAAAAAATs/3PBYa1o9OKA/s320/P6110012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, just like an Oreo cookie, Black-White-Black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTjntFx-qI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ulAuq61GUo8/s1600-h/P6110026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212040940032752290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTjntFx-qI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ulAuq61GUo8/s320/P6110026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncle who took the picture was really nice, thanks balding uncle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTn04AlmsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/aBfYyAG6yA0/s1600-h/Image0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212045564348570306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTn04AlmsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/aBfYyAG6yA0/s320/Image0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak, forgot to smile, sorry ahahaha!! (Me and Liping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTn1IDRRuI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jRKwJTrF188/s1600-h/Image0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212045568654788322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTn1IDRRuI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jRKwJTrF188/s320/Image0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo damn dude, beside you I look like I am NOT even trying to smile! (Me and Keane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTn1uWWVOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Xbi6qZJ-wbk/s1600-h/Image0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212045578935358690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTn1uWWVOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Xbi6qZJ-wbk/s320/Image0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ALL THE PICTURSES I NOT SMILING PROPERLY!?!?!? (Me and Linsay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTn14fQsSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E81NxPyWyaE/s1600-h/DSC02780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212045581657092386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTn14fQsSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E81NxPyWyaE/s320/DSC02780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is reaaaallly blur, we reaaaaallly need a digital camera for outings like this!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTn2PlUoPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/8XLMiVRGJqk/s1600-h/DSC02820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212045587856531698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTn2PlUoPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/8XLMiVRGJqk/s320/DSC02820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, it's the usual star-shaped patterns we can do with fingers.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTq6PtKO-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/j8zqQmMEdhc/s1600-h/DSC02829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212048955143764962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTq6PtKO-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/j8zqQmMEdhc/s320/DSC02829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's our feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTq6fSuiiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Vj9GHDuxYOE/s1600-h/DSC02830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212048959327865378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTq6fSuiiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Vj9GHDuxYOE/s320/DSC02830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture reminds me of a scene from some movie, can't remember its title though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah all in all, a verrrry fun trip and I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but these past few days I have been getting bad headaches and nightmares about the waves, but it's all good now, heh. Blog again soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-1493839461579302309?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/1493839461579302309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=1493839461579302309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1493839461579302309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1493839461579302309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/06/sidetracks-wild-wild-wet-and-vivo-city.html' title='Sidetracks; Wild Wild Wet and Vivo City!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTjnA1mYBI/AAAAAAAAATk/dXADEzLls7M/s72-c/P6110003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-2423715618588284181</id><published>2008-06-06T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T07:47:46.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Swensen's, and my tomato sauce incident #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I never thought that I'd say this, but maybe affinity does play a part even between places and people after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great start! I went to school for Chemistry supplementary lessons (ON TIME WOR!!!), and we finally completed the syllabus! Now the revision begins, and that's good for me since I already forgot most of the previous stuff the teacher's taught us. Like, what the hell was an acid anyway (Mr Lee if you do visit blogs, I am just kidding)... So after the lesson, I had to rush down to Causeway Point because I thought I was about to be late for my outing with Vanessa and Sharmin. And so, we went to Swensen's for lunch...big mistake (for me, that is). We sat at a table nearer to the corner to be less conspicuous to the rest of the crowd. We placed our orders and continued talking crap, and I spotted a feedback form which I got quite interested in trying out a new pen I bought because I donated to some charity (no idea what was the name, the guy just popped out of nowhere and demanded two dollars, robbery right?). I was just reminded of my previous incident in Swensen's, when I spilled tomato sauce all over my pants (frickin' embarassing since it was especially infront of people I knew). So happily chatting and then the guy brought the fries which Sharmin and I ordered, Vanessa ordered something, but since I don't really recall the name, I am going to say that she ordered Pasta, because I think that's the category her food was under. Since we only ordered two servings of fries, there was a third serving on the guy's tray. So he first placed down the first serving for Sharmin (very nicely hor), then after that he came to me... Before I knew it, there was fries infront of me, (my own serving of fries), and a whole arsenal of fries, tomato sauce and tartar behind my back and on my leg!!! What did I do? I could have gone hysterical and start yelling, but of course I didn't lah, instead I opted for the more milder manner of handling this sort of situations... I just stared at my "accident". The guy kept apologizing profusely, but dude, damn, what happened? Saw me filling up the feedback form then decided, "Eh, let's shower that guy with fries 'cause he seems to be making fun of us with that form", IS IT!? *Calms down* Ahahaha, then after that they kept giving me tissue paper, Sharmin was laughing, I don't know what Vanessa was doing, but I was more concerned about my red-and-white pants (macam like National Day flag like that). After that incident, they started addressing me as "Sir", it would have sounded great if it weren't for the cold wet stickiness I was feeling on my sides!!! So after trying to clean up my pants and shirt with the tissue they provided, I finally thought, aiya go toilet lah. So keeping a straight face (you have no idea how stupid I looked trying to keep a straight face when my pants is like dripping tomato sauce), I asked the guy politely, "Where is the nearest toilet?" And the guy was very polite too, he went, "You go out, and you go all the way left." I asked, "Is it far?" and he said, "Yes." So STILL KEEPING CALM, I walked out of the place and went to the restroom, and heck it WAS far!!! And so nice for me, a huge crowd has started patronizing Causeway Point all of a sudden, and for some reason, they were all on the third floor, oh how nice... Stares, I am not sure if there were, but I GUESS SO, I MEAN WHO THE HELL WALKS AROUND A MALL WITH HIS PANTS DRIPPING WITH SAUCE (yeah, can't stop it with the sauce complaints)?!?!?! I washed my shirt and pants and tried to dry it, but no point because the smell's already seeping through the pores of the shirt and the smell began to linger even after countless scrubbing. So I miserably went back to the place, with my shirt now looking instead of, "this guy don't know how to eat", it was, "this guy don't know how to use the bathroom sink". So ended up eating with the shirt and pants smelling like that but my mood was already affected, haiz. I decided to mess with the feedback form for real after that, writing loads of crap on it, but not intending to hand it up of course, but ahahaha, it's hilarious because er... I think I left the form there in the end, but since I don't think I will be going back there, I don't mind I guess. Anyway, no matter, later I had no choice but to use a budget and buy a cheap shirt because the smell was really quite bad, and we wanted to continue walking around some more so I can't have that smell following us everywhere either. After buying the shirt and quickly changing into it, we went up to the arcade to just have fun. Sharmin introduced this game, it's the one where you stack up blocks so that you get a prize, which was frickin' fabulous because there were prizes like a PSP and even digital cameras (haiz, I want one of those). After playing a few more games, Sharmin and I left first since Vanessa wanted to join her pals which happened to be there. So home I went, but damn it... quite suay right? Going to that place, and get accidents relating to tomato sauce TWICE? So yeah, affinity does play a small part, but in this case, a huge part, and on a final note...&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU EH, MY SHIRT MY PANTS, MY POOR POOR SHIRT AND PANTS, WAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SElKNTLQTJI/AAAAAAAAATc/YBZx_ejyjOE/s1600-h/graaaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208776036376923282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SElKNTLQTJI/AAAAAAAAATc/YBZx_ejyjOE/s320/graaaa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-2423715618588284181?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/2423715618588284181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=2423715618588284181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/2423715618588284181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/2423715618588284181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/06/sidetracks-swensens-and-my-tomato-sauce.html' title='Sidetracks; Swensen&apos;s, and my tomato sauce incident #2'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SElKNTLQTJI/AAAAAAAAATc/YBZx_ejyjOE/s72-c/graaaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-1209680667769081843</id><published>2008-06-04T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T03:23:33.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Terminal Three &amp; The Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hey all, recently went to the titular place, and it was pretty cool. Although I don't think I had seen everything, I sure had fun there. T3's got shops, at least I think the shops was alittle more interesting than the other terminals. I'd went there with my sister and her friend Goldie too, and our purpose there was to eat Popeye's chicken! Anyway, other than looking around at the shops, we really didn't do much after that. So, on to the next topic in my title...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the three of us, Zhengyu, Xianzhe and myself agreed to go town to get ourselves some clothes, heh. I think we all realized that our wardrobe was starting to look "outdated" (ok lah, maybe just me, because got all that old man's clothes). So we went to Orchard first, thinking that the Great Singapore Sale meant loads of good offers and clothes to look at, but damn, we were wrong. Sure, the sale offered lots of great discounts, but they didn't deliver the clothes we wanted! It was all formal wear and it was weird for us to be browsing through those clothes when our dressing at point of time obviously showed we weren't working class people. So after wasting our time at places like John Little, and Metro, we finally made a wiser decision and go to a place more suited for our type, Bugis. So down we headed to Bugis Street and woohoo, we found the sort of clothes we were looking for. At the main entrance we saw some watches on offer, and I really needed one so bo bian ah, cheapskate so I bought it since it was like only five bucks, muahaha! They bought watches too, and the designs on theirs was nice (because I saw first mah but didnt buy only muahaha, see I GOT TASTE!). We went deeper and found clothes we liked, and they were selling pretty "cheap" too, but since we didn't know how to bargain, and didn't want to lose face, we just looked on. Finally found some clothes we could afford so I bought myself some and so did Xianzhe. Zhengyu was just listing down stuff he thought was nice so that he could take a look again some other time, I don't think he intended to buy any clothes on that day. After walking through the narrow corridors at the place, we finally decided to get dinner, and we went huge rounds around Bugis Street and Bugis Junction trying to look for Subway where we wanted to eat sandwiches. In the end, we ended up at Burger King (aiya, close enough lah, burger and sandwiches, both also need to put stuff in the middle then taste nice right?). After eating, we'd wanted to go back to Bugis Street, but we went to Suntec instead. WE FRICKIN' WALKED. Zhengyu told ghost stories while we walked, it was night, so yeah, very helpful dude ahahaha. When we reached the place we looked around some more but we weren't really in the mood to buy stuff anymore so we just walked around a while longer and then finally took the bus home. Overall, the happiest part from that trip was my purchase of clothes which I kinda like, but then for those of you who know my taste, you'd probably go, "Wah lau, Vashon, your taste in clothes ah..." Yeah, so only time will tell, when I hang out with some of you next time, ahahahaha, I might be wearing the new stuff instead of the usual old man clothes (-.-). Ok lah, blog again some other time, here are the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SEbPaqOc9CI/AAAAAAAAATE/_0j9loBm5zI/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208078076019012642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SEbPaqOc9CI/AAAAAAAAATE/_0j9loBm5zI/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SEbPbXfxiTI/AAAAAAAAATU/cN6ibnnJkmg/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208078088171260210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SEbPbXfxiTI/AAAAAAAAATU/cN6ibnnJkmg/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTtS_xr-eI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Ht_X9erkT8U/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212051579387771362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTtS_xr-eI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Ht_X9erkT8U/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212051581459579106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SFTtTHfpQOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EiZRAuR_MHs/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-1209680667769081843?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/1209680667769081843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=1209680667769081843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1209680667769081843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1209680667769081843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/06/sidetracks-terminal-three-outing.html' title='Sidetracks; Terminal Three &amp; The Outing'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/SEbPaqOc9CI/AAAAAAAAATE/_0j9loBm5zI/s72-c/Image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-7958578164252164931</id><published>2008-05-23T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:15:03.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; I am back~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Woohoo, I am finally blogging again! I am just blogging for the sake of blogging now, because I really didn't want to bring this blog back to life anymore until I visited it yesterday and thought that it'd be a waste. Haiz, the Mother Tongue 'O' Level Examination Paper is coming IN JUST FOUR DAYS! And I am not sure if I have studied enough yet. I have been reading a whole bunch of compositions and memorizing idioms that I think would come in handy, and even with that, I still feel a sense of anxiety(perfectly normal I guess). The teachers have been saying that getting an A for this subject would really give us all a great boost in our confidence, which I agree to a certain extent(whoa social studies?! p.s. to my fellow classmates, y'know what I mean, heh). Sure hope I can at least score an A2, although looking at my current results, like what my friends say, FAT HOPE. Well, I am just going to go in there and do my best, and speaking of doing my best, I am going to be going through some changes in myself, in terms of character. I might become a dull person, but not to worry, my sense of humour(however NOT funny it is), will never die out! A month, that's how long I am going to take to bring myself back on track. This is probably my last chance, and I am not going to waste it. I don't want history to repeat itself. The feeling when I got back my PSLE results four years ago, was the worst crap ever, and I don't want to experience that again. It's time to wake up! Half a year more, it's not too long, time to spend my time wisely! (On a side note: Damn you Cedar Girls' Secondary School, your Chinese paper was hell, don't do so well in this coming Mother Tongue 'O' Level Examination Paper, got it? The bell curve is curved enough already... grr...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-7958578164252164931?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7958578164252164931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=7958578164252164931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7958578164252164931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7958578164252164931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2008/05/sidetracks-i-am-back.html' title='Sidetracks; I am back~'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-7878072656549522179</id><published>2007-10-19T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T05:16:41.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #2; Chapter Two - Bobby's Beginning (Part One)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Hey Bobby! Come over and help!" came a yell from behind the fence. Bobby stood up from his gardening and walked over. "What's wrong this time John?" he asked, amused at the sight of his neighbour. John was doubled over with a bunch of gardening tools lying on top of him. "You know I am not good with these tools, they don't like me." John said as Bobby pulled him to his feet. "You wanna learn?" Bobby asked. "No thanks, I would rather leave the gardening to you my green friend." John began to walk back to his house. "Hey Bobby, call me out when you are done all right? I will be in the house looking after my wife," he said. "Sure, just make sure you pay me for my work later, and not give me a bunch of pumpkins that I helped you plant like the last time," Bobby yelled back at the departing figure. "Hey I can't help it that I am poor!" John replied and went inside. Bobby got down to his work, whistling as he did. It was a beautiful day, with the birds chirping, and grey clouds spreading over the dark skies... Grey clouds? Bobby thought to himself. "Damn, it's going to rain," he cursed under his breath, as he hurriedly packed his friend's tools into the corner and went back to his own garden. John yelled out from his house's window. "Bobby! You forgot my spade!" Bobby looked back and saw the shiny silver still laid out on the grass. The rain began to pour heavily. Damn, rain in the evening just makes me want to boil an egg, eat it and go to bed, Bobby thought to himself. Bobby climbed over the fence once more and into John's garden and made his way for the spade, tripping as he did so. "Damn John, you should be thankful there's a gardener like me next door to do your weeding for you..." Bobby muttered under his breath. He picked up the spade and went to the garden shed to hang it up with the rest of the tools. "There you go," he said, satisfied. The thunder roared and lightning stricked across the skies. "Alright, alright, I am heading home, quiet already." Bobby climbed back to his own garden and made his way to the house, absent-mindedly wanting to light up his cigarette, laughing at himself as he did.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              *&lt;br /&gt;The night skies loomed over the town, and it was still raining since evening. Bobby laid back on his sofa to enjoy reading his newspaper. The thunder roared as loud as ever outside and Bobby went to open the curtains to admire the rainy scenery outside. "I love the rain," he said to himself, as he smiled at the crying skies. His eyes then shifted from the skies to what was happening next door. A black figure was leaving the house and heading towards the road. "John?" Bobby questioned his own eyes. Bobby took a look at his clock. Eleven 'o clock, where's he going out so late? Bobby thought to himself as he continued to observe the dark figure make its way down the road. Bobby, having nothing to do, decided to call his neighbour up to ask how were things going. He picked up the phone only to find it dead. "The telephone lines must have been cut. The lightning must have tripped it," he said to himself. Bobby grabbed his coat and using it to cover himself ventured into the rain and made his way to John's house. He knocked on the door, but  there was no reply. Bobby decided that John's wife, Martha should be in, at the very least, so he called out her name, knocking as he did. No reply. Bobby tried the door, and was surprised to find it open. He entered the darkness of his friend's house and peered about in the dark, trying to make his way for the light. He bumped onto a chair, making it fall, as he went for the light. Bobby sweared under his breath, and as he did, he tripped over something else and landed chin first onto the floor. "Ow..." he got up, rubbing his chin as he did so, and groping with his hands he found the switch, and turned on the lights. Looking at what he tripped upon, Bobby nearly fainted at the sight infront of him. There on the floor with half her head blown to bits by a shotgun, was Martha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-7878072656549522179?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7878072656549522179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=7878072656549522179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7878072656549522179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7878072656549522179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-2-chapter-two-bobbys-beginning.html' title='Story #2; Chapter Two - Bobby&apos;s Beginning (Part One)'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-7285312414867246662</id><published>2007-10-11T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T05:16:00.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #2; Chapter One - Bobby Meets The Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rw4T3PpL4JI/AAAAAAAAASU/UYZNyCtRSM8/s1600-h/cottage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120051666179842194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rw4T3PpL4JI/AAAAAAAAASU/UYZNyCtRSM8/s320/cottage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;His hands were cold with rainwater splashing upon his palms. His hair wet from the dripping remnants of the morning rain from the window sill. Bobby leaned on the wall of the cottage, inhaling another mouthful of smoke. He exhales and sighed as he did so. Infront of him, a small boy looked at him with wonder, curious at how a small, thin brown stick could allow Bobby to breathe out air that was visible to the naked eye. "Go away kid, I have no time to mess around with kids like you." The boy remained rooted to the ground on which he stood. "Sir, please teach me to do that?" the boy asked politely. Bobby coughed and proceeded to shake a bundle of ash onto the grass. "No way kid, your mother would be upset," Bobby replied. The boy shook his head. "She doesn't talk anymore," the boy said quietly. Bobby crushed his cigarette and walked towards the garden shed to start on his duties. The boy followed suit. "Go away kid, I am serious, I will tell your dad," Bobby threatened, irritated. "He threw us away, my mom and I that is," the boy replied. Bobby stopped and turned around. "Yeah? Well buzz off kid, because I am starting to see why he did that," Bobby turned back and continued to head for the shed. The boy didn't follow this time. Bobby went into the shed, he looked back and saw that the boy was gone. "Good, now with that nuisance gone, I can start work." Bobby took out his gardening tools and proceeded to work on the lawn. "Damn these weeds..." cursed Bobby as he used his tools to hack at the elongated leaves of the weeds. "Sir, do tell me why." Bobby fell back. "What on earth?" he muttered under his breath. The boy was squatting infront of Bobby as he played with a small clover leaf. "You said you could see why my father left my mom and myself, I want to know why..." Bobby stood up, dusted himself and walked into the house. The boy entered the house as well. Bobby took a quick turn into the kitchen, the boy accompanied him as well. "Look kid! Get lost! Don't you have someone else to annoy? Go play with your toys or something!" Bobby yelled angrily. "I don't have toys, our family could never afford it," the boy answered. Bobby snorted angrily and proceeded to make himself a sandwich. Opening the cabinets he found the food he needed for his lunch. Two slices of bread, a piece of ham and some veggies. Bobby was about to place the sandwich into his mouth when he saw the small boy eyeing it hungrily. "Have it kid, and get lost after eating it." Bobby handed the sandwich over to the small boy and went back outside to continue his work. The small boy bit into the sandwich and followed. The boy sat on the fence and watched as Bobby continued to do his gardening, cursing and swearing as he did. After awhile, Bobby sat down on the now cleared garden of his and took out another cigarette to puff. He looked around for the small boy and couldn't find him anywhere. "Good riddance," he said to himself as he lighted up his stick. Looking around again, he caught sight of a small figure walking on the road. Bobby also took notice of something more frightening. Behind the small figure, was a long trail of blood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-7285312414867246662?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7285312414867246662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=7285312414867246662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7285312414867246662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7285312414867246662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-2-chapter-one-bobby.html' title='Story #2; Chapter One - Bobby Meets The Boy'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rw4T3PpL4JI/AAAAAAAAASU/UYZNyCtRSM8/s72-c/cottage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-1512200631220066091</id><published>2007-10-06T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:23:05.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; There are always two sides to a coin after all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Keeping and maintaining a friendship that lasts is very difficult. Sometimes it's not because of your own flawed ways that is causing the friendship to fall apart, instead, it could involve the other party instead. Such as the situation I am in. Why can't people just be nicer and just help around, or to care alittle for their friends whenever they have the chance? I simply can't understand what's so difficult about keeping your fucking comments to yourself, and just shut up when you get your cue. I am pissed off that right now, even when I speak to a friend, (a friend, mind you), I have to think and ponder over whether to say what it is I have to say or not. Especially since this friend considers my words as mundane and seems to consider it as though I am talking to a wall. Then how on earth are you supposed to talk anymore?! I mean seriously, you fucked up asshole, if you are the only one that is allowed to talk bullshit, then honestly, you need treatment! Why start a relationship whereby both parties have to consider what they talk about?! Why couldn't two friends just chat about something that's free to both parties and simply enjoy talking to each other, however mundane the rubbish is?! Seriously, I don't mind people chatting random stuff to me, I accept them and I can understand sometimes, the only thing that I don't like about people chatting random stuff to me would be when they start to chat in a very fucked up manner. Firstly, if you are cocky, and like to fucking boast, then go talk to a fucking wall or something, because praising yourself (and meaning it), is a fucked up thing to do. Unless you are simply sharing the joy with a friend, then that's fine, but not to go to the extent to lay out every single card on the table to help you say the words, "hey I am the best". Secondly, I cannot stand assholes that say they don't care about their friends and take friendships lightly, if you want to be that way, then don't start a fucking friendship in the first place, seriously, go bite the bark off a tree. Thirdly, comments. Be sensitive for the fucking damnation! Shooting off your mouth might hurt someone, and if you think that insults are cool, well, here's one for ya, you fucking bitchy person. Go and drown yourself in cocaine, or inject yourself with some drugs to help you clear your fucking polluted head. Your head's become so big, it could do with some clearing up. Honestly, I SERIOUSLY CAN'T BE BOTHERED WITH YOU, SO FUCK OFF. Ok! Fine, fine, I understand that sometimes, as you guys are growing up you get those certain mood swings. Well, seriously, you can be nice people if you want to, but when you get all fucked up, you really ARE FUCKED UP. So does trying to be nice kill you? Not quite so, right?! THEN WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING TRY?! GROW UP ALREADY! You guys are not fucking kids anymore! Seriously, get a brain and use it! I cannot stand it any longer than you guys do, because I think that true friends should help each other out whenever they can, and not backstab each other with a knife! I admit that I have been backstabbing, but I know it's wrong, and the only reason why I am doing it is because I want to stay on the good books on the angered party, BUT THIS BRINGS US BACK TO THE VALUES OF FRIENDSHIP! WHY DO FRIENDS HAVE TO CONSIDER WHAT THEY SAY TO EACH OTHER?! ISN'T THE FREEDOM OF TALKING TO FRIENDS THE REASON WHY FRIENDS ARE FRIENDS IN THE FIRST PLACE?! THINK ABOUT IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-1512200631220066091?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/1512200631220066091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=1512200631220066091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1512200631220066091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1512200631220066091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/10/sidetracks-there-are-always-two-sides.html' title='Sidetracks; There are always two sides to a coin after all.'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-6043229609028158656</id><published>2007-09-30T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T04:18:12.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetrack; Confidence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The exams have begun, and everyone seems to have their heads buried in books already. I myself am not excluded from this category of "mugging". As I busy myself in preparations for the huge battle up ahead, I'd stopped to ponder many times if I had done enough. The question has been lurking from within the deepest depths of my mind, as it always does whenever the deciding examinations draw near. The question as always, will only be answered after the entire battle is over. I rub my palms and flipping through the books, I continued to receive as much as I could from the knowledge provided. Yet, I am unable to remove that knacking feeling that I have not done enough and the concentration is broken for awhile. I tried to rid myself of that feeling of not having done enough, however new feelings surfaced. One of which I could not change. The feeling that I won't have enough time to do enough. It is my fault, for having let myself come to such a state. Initially, I had wanted to study hard enough so that I may enter the examination with a state of confidence. Right now, that particular feeling is dull, and yet my spirit remains strong. I still have the confidence if not in the examination, then in myself that I am able to finish my revision, at least enough for the upcoming war. As I finished thinking about this, I finished the preparation of my books. My arsenal was ready, and it's now time for me to bring in the heavy artillery, my trump cards lay in wait, as my enemies taunt me, they tremble with vigour, as do I, for together, we shall win this war!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-6043229609028158656?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/6043229609028158656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=6043229609028158656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6043229609028158656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6043229609028158656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/09/sidetrack-confidence.html' title='Sidetrack; Confidence.'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-4310972052079385779</id><published>2007-09-25T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:39:31.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; The moon shone brightly, as I made my COMEBACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yes! I am back folks, after a long period of time, of which I spent most fruitfully on my studies. Of course, I wasn't intentionally avoiding the pleasures of the internet, instead, I was denied access to it by a familiar source you may all know as your ISP aka, Internet Service Provider. Anyway, the result was that I was able to focus alittle better on my books, which was a good outcome as well, considering the improvement of memory abillity and concentration. However, this mustn't stop here. The end of year examinations are approaching, and I certainly have some things to prove myself worthy of. I won't be blogging as much as I usually do, due to this fact, and thus, I leave you with the things that had taken place today. The moon was shining brightly, (this was to be expected, it's the frickin' mid-autumn festival), mooncakes were eaten at an extremely fast rate, (trust me, you don't know want to go where I have been in terms of the fast consuming of sticky cake and yolk filled goodness), lanterns burning, (literally, I mean, haven't it come to realization to those damned parents that their three year-old kids wouldn't be able to hold a paper lantern till they find out how to control it? You are wasting paper here! Releasing of carbon dioxide to the air isn't helping global warming either!), and my friends and I were busy dealing with candles by the sandy playground at Zhenghua Park. Yes, we made a nicely shaped heart (Linsay drew it, so you know what to expect), placed it with candles and lit them up. It was a rather pretty sight to see the candles burning, till the wind came along and we could hardly take pictures with "lobangs" here and there in the heart (systiole malfunction). Anyway, we went on to play with the sparklers, being poor, we couldn't afford the noisier ones, so we stuck by the old noise-friendly ones. A group of us began to throw bomb bags at each other, exploding sand beneath our feet. Damn, I got hit, but it hardly felt like a sting... *smirks.* Although Horny D aka Daryl did began to use Andrew's perfume spray to start a bigger bonfire with the candles to try and turn our feet into charcoal... Apparently, nice aromas began to diffuse into the air from the blasts from within Horny's fiery bonfire. So we all gathered to watch Horny blast the candles into nitro, (from 2fast2furious). Max used a sparkler to make a rocket, however, it really didn't manage to take it's maiden voyage, however it did manage to start a few sparks onto the sand though. The take-off was a failure in overall. So in the end, the group began to make shapes out of sand and placing candles in them for decor. We got tired of that after awhile and in the end, we placed an entire bunch of candles together, in a cluster and got Horny D to blast them into super nitro. The end product was amazing, took some amazing videos of the entire blast too. You may consider this as dangerous, but tell that to the kids who were throwing their fired up firestarters into the trees, SERIOUSLY! One of the trees caught fire, but somehow the fire died out, we didn't really bother either. After the fun at the playground, we headed down to my place, where we took our refuge in the clubhouse, before deciding to leave due to an old woman's incessant nagging. ("You all how old already? One wearing uniform, from next door, bing bong bing bong!" - Old Woman That Has Nothing Better To Do But Scold Innocent Teenagers Who Are Just Trying To Take A Break In The GAMES ROOM.) Anyway, we came up to my house for a short while, had a couple of drinks and the trip was over. It was fun to hang out before the exams, it's probably the last one before the mugging begins, so what's left to say, but... LET'S MUG!&lt;br /&gt;The Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RvkyJPpL32I/AAAAAAAAAP8/WyO_-kt4fbk/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114173986255396706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RvkyJPpL32I/AAAAAAAAAP8/WyO_-kt4fbk/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the candle-lit shape we made, pretty good eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RvkymvpL33I/AAAAAAAAAQE/eRd1n4v207U/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114174493061537650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RvkymvpL33I/AAAAAAAAAQE/eRd1n4v207U/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the wind blew... and "lobang number one" came along. (refer to the top left.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RvkzMvpL35I/AAAAAAAAAQU/nLXsc9cUnAA/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114175145896566674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RvkzMvpL35I/AAAAAAAAAQU/nLXsc9cUnAA/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then "lobang number two... followed by "lobang number three..."(spot the holes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RvkzifpL36I/AAAAAAAAAQc/_hiLph7Hf2M/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114175519558721442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RvkzifpL36I/AAAAAAAAAQc/_hiLph7Hf2M/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the DDs! Go Dirty Dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvkz7_pL37I/AAAAAAAAAQk/KvzLXmhlyo4/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114175957645385650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvkz7_pL37I/AAAAAAAAAQk/KvzLXmhlyo4/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the sparklers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk0NfpL38I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZDBGyk9VZDk/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114176258293096386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk0NfpL38I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZDBGyk9VZDk/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the sparklers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk0tvpL39I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1xti0JIXRv0/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114176812343877586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk0tvpL39I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1xti0JIXRv0/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what is this?! This sparkler isn't burning as brightly as its brothers and sisters!&lt;br /&gt;LOUSY QUALITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk1F_pL3-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/W1fbosJBd4k/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114177228955705314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk1F_pL3-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/W1fbosJBd4k/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird sand shapes begin to form... are those what I think they are?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk1dfpL3_I/AAAAAAAAARE/UmMQgbK9_ds/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114177632682631154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk1dfpL3_I/AAAAAAAAARE/UmMQgbK9_ds/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking a friend's leg, because Jia Hui aka Spiderman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;got "hungry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk12fpL4AI/AAAAAAAAARM/HTPe7sdBU1A/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114178062179360770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk12fpL4AI/AAAAAAAAARM/HTPe7sdBU1A/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for some nitro action?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk2hvpL4BI/AAAAAAAAARU/MBev7EKlVnQ/s1600-h/Image03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114178805208702994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk2hvpL4BI/AAAAAAAAARU/MBev7EKlVnQ/s320/Image03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daryl does the pyro action! Watch that nitro go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk20PpL4CI/AAAAAAAAARc/WqHIj2Ms45A/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114179123036282914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk20PpL4CI/AAAAAAAAARc/WqHIj2Ms45A/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes couldn't open as wide as usual! Don't ask why, but somehow the wax on my nose was kinda hot and so...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk3MPpL4DI/AAAAAAAAARk/7KCtyMques0/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114179535353143346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk3MPpL4DI/AAAAAAAAARk/7KCtyMques0/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first group picture, with only candles as a source of light for the picture... (how clever...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114179956259938370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk3kvpL4EI/AAAAAAAAARs/d8Z-GwrQA1c/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... Let's play a game I like to call, "Name Who's Who?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk4IfpL4FI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KwPHj1LtkSo/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114180570440261714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk4IfpL4FI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KwPHj1LtkSo/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Max, the rocket maker, and Linsay trying to sneak up behind us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk4j_pL4GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/T0IlkkKcdGQ/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114181042886664290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk4j_pL4GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/T0IlkkKcdGQ/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a cool picture! But Daryl decides to take a picture for Linsay instead! SPOILED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk4-fpL4HI/AAAAAAAAASE/j8Y0c45DrZU/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114181498153197682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rvk4-fpL4HI/AAAAAAAAASE/j8Y0c45DrZU/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One picture in the baby pool, before we got caught by the guards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for this post folks, till the next time which would probably be after the exams, catch you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-4310972052079385779?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/4310972052079385779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=4310972052079385779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4310972052079385779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4310972052079385779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/09/sidetracks-moon-shone-brightly-as-i.html' title='Sidetracks; The moon shone brightly, as I made my COMEBACK!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RvkyJPpL32I/AAAAAAAAAP8/WyO_-kt4fbk/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-4414590734783611126</id><published>2007-08-22T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:08:09.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; About that previous post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Not being over-emotional about anything! I am just feeling rather down lately over the results of my tests, don't worry, I will get over it. I know I can. *Takes a deep breath, and takes a brave step forward.* The future is still bright for the chosen one! I will not give in! So long as every vein in my body still flows with blood, I shall conquer my worst enemies! (Sorry if I spoiled your appetite with that.) Anyway, going for a competition in a day's time, something related to geography and social studies, somewhere in between the two. The prize's a whoppin' six hundred dollars, no kidding! I really want to get a hundred and twenty ka-chings into my ka-ching keeping machine aka my wallet. But going up against some of the powerhouse schools, looks like it's rather bleak, but it's best to keep my hopes up! ALRIGHT! CHARGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-4414590734783611126?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/4414590734783611126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=4414590734783611126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4414590734783611126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4414590734783611126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/08/sidetracks-about-that-previous-post.html' title='Sidetracks; About that previous post...'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-4492501048034745640</id><published>2007-08-22T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:56:10.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Neither here nor there, right in between.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hey it's been a few weeks since i last posted, but that should be understandable considering that these past few weeks weren't being spent in vain. Instead, for the period of time that I have not touched a single key on the board with the idea to blog, I had been studying. Surprised? Don't be, it's only normal that I had to, because the common test was drawing near, well, that was a few weeks ago, right now, though not exactly free, but the examination fever has died down alittle, at least for the moment. Now the results are coming back in, some of the papers brought smiles, although most brought utter disappointment. Here's a question: "Why is it that when people work so hard to achieve a certain goal, that they often find themselves not doing as well as they should?" The answer's simple, I guess. In my opinion, when people decide to do their best, they won't be satisfied to know that after all they have done, that they fail to achieve their desired mark, however, the desired mark that they so desperately want to grasp, it's only because they are just showing the quality of us humans, and that's greediness. But it's alright to hunger for higher grades I suppose, I know I hungered. I craved. However, I did not work hard enough, and as the saying goes, "there is never a free bowl of rice", so in order to fill up the craving for higher grades, I guess I should be working harder. But right now, I am caught in a dilemma, and that is, now that I realize that I have wasted too much of my time, so much, that I now question myself as such. Doubtful, I now ask myself, is it too late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-4492501048034745640?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/4492501048034745640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=4492501048034745640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4492501048034745640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4492501048034745640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/08/sidetracks-neither-here-nor-there-right.html' title='Sidetracks; Neither here nor there, right in between.'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-6038511420155667751</id><published>2007-08-08T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:17:11.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Looking through?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As I made my way down the street, that is when I saw you...&lt;br /&gt;But all you did, was just to plainly look through...&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look at your face,&lt;br /&gt;my tears start to flow,&lt;br /&gt;because you,&lt;br /&gt;make me feel,&lt;br /&gt;so alone... so alone...&lt;br /&gt;As I waited for you to try to recognize my love,&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't care and within me the darkness lurked...&lt;br /&gt;So everytime I tried to say hi,&lt;br /&gt;I just watch you pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;so I wait,&lt;br /&gt;and I wait,&lt;br /&gt;patiently...&lt;br /&gt;For you to come and reply me...&lt;br /&gt;I am not transparent, see...&lt;br /&gt;I am not...&lt;br /&gt;I am not...&lt;br /&gt;a piece of glass...&lt;br /&gt;Baby, look at me,&lt;br /&gt;I am right here,&lt;br /&gt;to stop your shedding tears,&lt;br /&gt;because I am no longer glass,&lt;br /&gt;because I will be here for you...&lt;br /&gt;So we finally began our beautiful friendship,&lt;br /&gt;but if I knew that it would turn out like this, I would skip,&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt your heart,&lt;br /&gt;or to make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;but you know,&lt;br /&gt;that we can't...&lt;br /&gt;can't deny...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling's not the same anymore,&lt;br /&gt;a wall's built in between,&lt;br /&gt;it's that wall,&lt;br /&gt;that wall built,&lt;br /&gt;out of glass!&lt;br /&gt;But let us try to break,&lt;br /&gt;that thin wall,&lt;br /&gt;of white transparency,&lt;br /&gt;because you...&lt;br /&gt;know that I...&lt;br /&gt;will be here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-6038511420155667751?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/6038511420155667751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=6038511420155667751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6038511420155667751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6038511420155667751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/08/sidetracks-looking-through.html' title='Sidetracks; Looking through?'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-7259157542899938003</id><published>2007-08-01T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T06:55:46.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; The emotions flow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Recently, I have come to realize certain things about myself and others around me. I for one, do not wish to talk about others as though I know them, because I dislike it when others are talking like they know alot, yet in between their claims is just empty talk. These are just my opinions, and I hope you can relate to them too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, we hate people who puts on masks, masks that hide their true character, masks that give them the look that they are friendly, kind, and generous. We hate them for that, but don't we all try to put on this mask? A person who's truly able to rid themselves of that mask, is a person truly worth respecting. This mask, we all need it. The people around you, needs you to wear it as well. Why? This mask, without it, the inner beasts, or the dark secrets of yourself you don't wish for people to see will be exposed.  Had it not been for us trying to put on a mask all the time, there wouldn't be the kind people you see upon the streets, at work, at school... Look at it this way, had it not been for this mask that we try to put on for others to see, we would be treating them like dirt, now wouldn't we? Well, most of us are like that, but there are those special people who can display true kindness under all circumstances... These people are just people who have found their inner kindness. We are all born with compassion, but we don't show it till the last minute. When someone is hurt, we show it. When someone sheds a tear, we show it. When someone is fragile and needs support, we show it. These are the things that makes us human. I myself put on a mask. I look happy on the surface, but that's my nature, I like making people laugh, because I feel a sense of achievement when I can bring smiles upon people's faces. I for one, however, am not always the fun-loving guy my friends know me by and by... I have my secrets too. My own thoughts, my own feelings. Like at this moment, I want someone to talk to. I want someone that can share my thoughts, my innermost feelings, someone that will understand me. My parents? The age gap is too great there, but some thoughts are definitely worth sharing with your parents... But still, someone to chat to, someone true, someone worthy for me to share my secrets with... I need...a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-7259157542899938003?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7259157542899938003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=7259157542899938003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7259157542899938003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7259157542899938003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/08/sidetracks-emotions-flow.html' title='Sidetracks; The emotions flow.'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-8816351931085126545</id><published>2007-07-31T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:30:36.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Man, I really got to start being consistent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hey guys, I am blogging again, and how long has it been? Pretty long I am sure, since I last made a post. Anyway, not alot's been going on. Life's starting to get pretty monotonous as usual, with the usual schoolwork, tests and more schoolwork. Recently, the National Day is approaching, and so as usual, there will be a parade, and I am in the GOH or Guards Of Honour contigent once more. Seems as though a spot in there's been marked out for me. Anyway, tiresome trainings have started, and up till now, we are only left with another training before the big one next week. My legs were pretty uptight during today's training as I had just ran five rounds for the first time in a long while two days back. It felt great to be running again, but I am really scared about my knees... Anyway, mega-stress tomorrow as I have to deal with three tests, double maths and chemistry. Ouch. Homework to be done as well, but I am getting there, hahahahaha. Well, that's about it for this post, sorry it's so short, but there really hasn't been much for me to chat about. Till then, catch you later. By the way, hope you guys appreciate the change in font colour, hahahahaha, realized that the previous one hurt, so there you go. The music's rather awful, I know, try to bear with it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-8816351931085126545?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/8816351931085126545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=8816351931085126545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/8816351931085126545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/8816351931085126545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/07/sidetracks-man-i-really-got-to-start.html' title='Sidetracks; Man, I really got to start being consistent!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-7410638362134409643</id><published>2007-06-04T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T08:51:56.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; I AM BACK! NOW TO LET YOU IN THE KNOW OF WHAT HAPPENED AT THE INDOs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hey I am back, *groans*, Indonesia was alot of fun, and so I am already missing it! Anyway, here's how the trip began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One:&lt;br /&gt;It all began as I woke up early, around six in the morning, as I got ready, I bid my room goodbye(lame, I know, but I do this kind of stuff), and went ahead to grab the bags that I packed the night before, and headed to school. I left most of my school's P.E. shorts in my school's classroom's cupboard, so I had no choice but to use my old ones, and if you know how huge I was, you should know that when I wore the old pair, I looked like I was wearing a black dress. Anyway, I got to school and people were already there, apparently, we were all just waiting for the bus to arrive at six-thirty. Since I had time, I begged my teacher to allow me to just go up to class and grab a proper pair of P.E. shorts, that she allowed, and so without leaving the ez-link in the key cupboard(that's my school's way of knowing who took the keys and shit), I just grabbed the keys to my class, and got my shorts. The bus arrived just as I came out of the office the second time(to put the keys back in the cupboard), and so we boarded it and was on our way to the jetty. The bus ride was mostly meant for us to catch alittle more shut-eye, before we go into the hyper-mode we were supposed to at Indonesia, but for me, I was still too excited to sleep, and so I sat in the front and chatted with the teachers that were going. In that conversation alone, I was asked by one of the teachers to get the bus driver to stop for us to eat since we weren't going to be able to eat breakfast at Indonesia. We couldn't stop in the middle of the highway, so in the end, we just had to bear with the hunger till we reached the port. While there, we had our breakfast at a very lousy excuse for a coffeeshop, and I ate a sandwich with a taste that I won't soon forget. My friend felt that it tasted so bad, eating it with the pepper and black soy sauce was the only way he could chomp it down at all. After the breakfast, we checked in, and made our way to the boat. The port itself shook and I thought I was sea-sick. I entered the boat, and damn, I lost my balance (infront of the girls!). Anyway I decided not to stay below deck any longer and proceeded to go to the roof of the boat which was awesome. I could feel the sea breeze in my hair, and the sights were amazing. I really felt at peace up there, with the warm sun shining down upon me. The boat trip lasted an entire two hours, so you could tell that when I came down from the boat, my hair looked like it just went for an audition for a Gatsby commercial. We all checked out of the Indonesian Port, and the teachers there, proceeded to cram us all into this really small bus with our bags and everything. The windows of the bus were spoiled and the windscreen was cracked, (so much for five star accomodation, huh?), in the end, we had to suffer an entire hour and forty-five minutes across the countryside, on a small and rocky trail, through a short downpour (which ended up drenching me since my window REFUSED to close itself) and finally we reached the other side of the island. We got off the bus, and came face to face with a nice "resort", complete with palm trees, a sandy spot for volleyball, a beach, a sea, and huts built over water which we were going to stay in...WAIT A MINUTE! HUTS BUILT OVER WATER WHICH WE WERE GOING TO STAY IN?! VAD ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Those were the words that crossed my mind but it wasn't half bad at all once I got a closer look inside the huts. Nice bedding, clean furniture, except for the constant buzzing of the annoying carpenter bees, and the fact that the toilet is right beside the bed...It's not bad. We placed our stuff down, and I was assigned to hut number one, and I thought that we could choose our mates, maximum five, I heard, and so I got my friends, Daryl, Zhengyu, Jun Jie, and not forgetting Jia Hui to form the group called the Dude Dirties, aka, DDs. Haha, it was a lame group that talked about nothing but disgusting stuff, haha. Anyway, just when we got comfortable, the room order was shuffled, and I ended up with my sir, and a few secondary twos. After placing our luggage in the huts, it was time for lunch, the scenery was beautiful, and it was really nice. Anyway, for the rest of the first day of a three days two nights course, we did rock-climbing, (I REACHED THE TOP!), and we were given our own free time later, so I played volleyball till I got a tan. There was an obstacle course that we did as well, and archery too! It was alot of fun. Later that evening after the delicious dinner at the canteen area, (which was also a cool hut), some of them did star-gazing, whilst I tried to catch fish and crabs. Thereafter, I went to sleep...Until he came. From the darkness, he came, he spins webs, he is...Spiderman (Jia Hui). He kept the entire group next door up with his constant web shooting that even they started scolding him, and when they scolded you could hear for miles and as you can probably tell as well, a night of sleep was hard to achieve. Jia Hui became known as Spiderman the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;Day Two:&lt;br /&gt;We had a scrumptous dinner of mee goreng, then we did the flying fox, and my slipper flew off! After lunch, we headed off to do something called "Boomnetting", whereby you jump from the second level of a moving boat down into the ocean and net below! It was awesome, but first we had to kayak ourselves to the boat, which was really a pain, my arms hurt, but it was alot of fun. We had to kayak back after the "Boomnetting" and it was funny to see how this pair, my friends, kayak to another island which was totally off course! Haha, it was so hilarious to see their small bodies over the ocean water. Anyway, when we got back from the "boomnetting" the entire afternoon was spent, and so we just got ready for the campfire that second night, which I emceed for, heh. Anyway, the campfire was short and brief with alot of fun dancing. After the campfire, we proceeded to the star-gazing area right beside the canteen area to tell ghost stories. It was scary yet fun at the same time, then my teacher wanted to play a trick on us, and so they hid a phone with a scary ringtone in my friend's pocket, and asked him to go join us. We would never have expected this friend of mine to have a phone and so when the ringtone began to play and the scary lady voice began to laugh maniacally, we freaked out, but my friend, Rose is his nick, freaked out the most, and we laughed about it later when the truth was out. We slept happily that night without Spiderman's usual web business.&lt;br /&gt;Day Three (Last Day):&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we ate a nice breakfast again with pratas, or pancakes as they call it there. Then we headed off to the beach to fix up our own rafts. The idea was to pile barrels and wooden poles together, but we did that terribly and our raft sank in the middle... Anyway, we did sailing after that, and I learnt how to sail! It was cool. I was actually piloting a real sailboat for myself, and it was awesome. My friends somehow ended up at the rocks, and capsized, it was hilarious, but we had fun. We were sad to go, as after lunch we were to leave the site, and head on to the mall for shopping, so it was another one and a half hour or was it an hour and forty-five minutes? Anyway, we did our shopping and finally left for Singapore. We bid our farewells, and in two shakes of a lamb's tail, we were on the boat ride home. There was a feeling of serenity, and peace in my heart as I gazed at the night sky from the boat's roofs, it was soothing, yet I felt...lonely. Anyway, it was home sweet home after that, (I was so afraid that they wouldn't allow me to put the indonesian fishing rod I brought back through), we all took the bus that was prepared for us back to school, and most of us slept, since the trip had been loads of fun, and we finally decided to rest. I went home after that, all in all, it was an amazing trip that I will definitely remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THE PICTURES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVtfv4loCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cNMDxkK0pYs/s1600-h/Image(410).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077084547127287842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVtfv4loCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cNMDxkK0pYs/s320/Image(410).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus trip to the port, damn, I am going to miss Singapore...NOT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVtfv4loDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GTV79D0IfsY/s1600-h/Image(411).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077084547127287858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVtfv4loDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GTV79D0IfsY/s320/Image(411).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffeeshop with REALLY bad sandwiches, trust me, you will cry eating, it IS that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVtf_4loEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hpE1QNu_L0o/s1600-h/Image(412).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077084551422255170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVtf_4loEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hpE1QNu_L0o/s320/Image(412).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside view of the port, hey wait a minute, CHANGI PRISON EFFECT! WHAT THE HELL?! CHOY! TOUCHWOOD! xO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVtf_4loFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hbjG-1LCm8M/s1600-h/bintan%25206.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077084551422255186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVtf_4loFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hbjG-1LCm8M/s320/bintan%25206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy faces before eating the sandwiches, my friend's sleeping, what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVtf_4loGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0WX6mlku8RU/s1600-h/bintan%25208.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077084551422255202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVtf_4loGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0WX6mlku8RU/s320/bintan%25208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the sign on top? Yup, it's time to depart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVu1_4loHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IT0-2E78XN4/s1600-h/bintan%252010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077086028891005042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVu1_4loHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IT0-2E78XN4/s320/bintan%252010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the boat! Or at least, IN it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVu2_4loII/AAAAAAAAAJs/P2nVpRVnu7o/s1600-h/bintan%252013.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077086046070874242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVu2_4loII/AAAAAAAAAJs/P2nVpRVnu7o/s320/bintan%252013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still holding out, wait till sea-sickness start coming in, these happy faces will be green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVu3P4loJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iatrb_OhsZU/s1600-h/bintan%252014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077086050365841554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVu3P4loJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iatrb_OhsZU/s320/bintan%252014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT! ABOVE DECK, FRESH AIR! SEA BREEZE! WARM SUN! SEA BACKDROP! PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVwS_4loMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oXnjK4tnFIY/s1600-h/Image(440).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077087626618839234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVwS_4loMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oXnjK4tnFIY/s320/Image(440).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO INDONESIA, BINTAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVwTP4loNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hgyV603xw-Y/s1600-h/Image(442).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077087630913806546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVwTP4loNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hgyV603xw-Y/s320/Image(442).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CITY! AND ITS TERRIBLE CONDITION OF AIR POLLUTION! GIVE US HAZE SOME MORE LAH, THIS IS YOUR JUST DESSERTS! &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVwT_4loOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NFvWUGJXuL0/s1600-h/Image(444).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077087643798708450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVwT_4loOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NFvWUGJXuL0/s320/Image(444).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countryside, peaceful, calm, and peaceful and...calm...and...peaceful...and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVwVP4loPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oNNBCHdNg-g/s1600-h/Image(445).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077087665273544946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVwVP4loPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oNNBCHdNg-g/s320/Image(445).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE SKIES, BEAUTIFUL COUNTRYSIDE! THIS IS A DISPLAY OF TRUE PHOTOGRAPHY TALENT! (Photo taken by: Vashon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVxxf4loRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2opWPTkk71U/s1600-h/bintan%252024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077089250116477202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVxxf4loRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2opWPTkk71U/s320/bintan%252024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HUT! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVwVP4loQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Oqtt4uANpW0/s1600-h/bintan%252023.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077087665273544962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVwVP4loQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Oqtt4uANpW0/s320/bintan%252023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HUTS OVER WATER! (This later became Hut Two, aka, Spiderman's Hut.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVxxv4loVI/AAAAAAAAALU/NEhEaEa9_2Y/s1600-h/bintan%252090.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077089254411444562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVxxv4loVI/AAAAAAAAALU/NEhEaEa9_2Y/s320/bintan%252090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's inside the girls' hut...heh heh heh... Now the question is, how did I manage to take this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVxxf4loSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gLGex5RS93A/s1600-h/bintan%252026.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077089250116477218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVxxf4loSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gLGex5RS93A/s320/bintan%252026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVxxf4loTI/AAAAAAAAALE/mDQqEwF1hSQ/s1600-h/bintan%252027.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077089250116477234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVxxf4loTI/AAAAAAAAALE/mDQqEwF1hSQ/s320/bintan%252027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOOOOOOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVxxv4loUI/AAAAAAAAALM/U6Su1Mi_FMI/s1600-h/bintan%252028.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077089254411444546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVxxv4loUI/AAAAAAAAALM/U6Su1Mi_FMI/s320/bintan%252028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha...? Oh, FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVzXf4loWI/AAAAAAAAALc/Ks7vDsOwqcY/s1600-h/bintan%252086.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077091002463134050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVzXf4loWI/AAAAAAAAALc/Ks7vDsOwqcY/s320/bintan%252086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view of the site, nice place, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVzXv4loXI/AAAAAAAAALk/DniP2GzqwH0/s1600-h/bintan%252095.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077091006758101362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVzXv4loXI/AAAAAAAAALk/DniP2GzqwH0/s320/bintan%252095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See those rocks? I will get there someday... *Makes a hero standing position.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVzXv4loYI/AAAAAAAAALs/1SfJpSW-jcM/s1600-h/Image(447).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077091006758101378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVzXv4loYI/AAAAAAAAALs/1SfJpSW-jcM/s320/Image(447).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I WILL GET THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVzXv4loZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YoO51nP2_us/s1600-h/Image(449).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077091006758101394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVzXv4loZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YoO51nP2_us/s320/Image(449).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rock-climbing activity, prepare for some heavy damage to your arms, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVzX_4loaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/H-yX0p_sXY4/s1600-h/bintan%2520105.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077091011053068706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVzX_4loaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/H-yX0p_sXY4/s320/bintan%2520105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go... One step at a time...One step at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV1N_4lobI/AAAAAAAAAME/2GR784PYqn8/s1600-h/bintan%2520106.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077093038277632434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV1N_4lobI/AAAAAAAAAME/2GR784PYqn8/s320/bintan%2520106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE REACHES THE TOP! VASHON RULES! IN YOUR FACE, SPIDERMAN! WHO NEEDS WEB WHEN YOU HAVE SUSPENSION ROPES AND NICE INDONESIAN DUDES TO HOLD YA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV1N_4locI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dhzbYQ1_D10/s1600-h/Image(453).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077093038277632450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV1N_4locI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dhzbYQ1_D10/s320/Image(453).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, what the heck is this?! HELP SPIDERMAN! HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV1O_4lodI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Nxa6Exoa2pA/s1600-h/Image(465).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077093055457501650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV1O_4lodI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Nxa6Exoa2pA/s320/Image(465).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright folks...He moves to the center...He takes his position...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV3Df4logI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Blu1UeFnwKQ/s1600-h/Image(464).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077095056912261634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV3Df4logI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Blu1UeFnwKQ/s320/Image(464).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...AND HE PUNCHES! WHAT A SHOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV1PP4lofI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vt5xg_g98v0/s1600-h/Image(463).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077093059752468978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV1PP4lofI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vt5xg_g98v0/s320/Image(463).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obstacle course, think NPCC ropes obstacles at ATC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV3Dv4lohI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qz27GVPD3U0/s1600-h/Image(471).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077095061207228946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV3Dv4lohI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qz27GVPD3U0/s320/Image(471).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP RIGHT UP! STEP RIGHT UP! FIFTY RUPEE THAT HE SHOOTS IN! OR OUT! PLACE YOUR BETS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV3D_4loiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Fqq_gebe1k8/s1600-h/Image(472).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077095065502196258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV3D_4loiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Fqq_gebe1k8/s320/Image(472).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright you guys, I know you placed your bets on me shooting in, but you GOTTA GIVE ME ROOM, I MEAN, COME ON! How's a guy gonna concentrate like this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV5Cv4lolI/AAAAAAAAANU/3IOxy51i4Ps/s1600-h/Image(474).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077097243050615378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV5Cv4lolI/AAAAAAAAANU/3IOxy51i4Ps/s320/Image(474).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO! THE QUEST BEGINS! TO REACH ROCKY ISLAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV5C_4lomI/AAAAAAAAANc/-nzRN_8ujF0/s1600-h/Image(476).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077097247345582690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV5C_4lomI/AAAAAAAAANc/-nzRN_8ujF0/s320/Image(476).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! THE HERO DISTRACTED HIMSELF AND INSTEAD BUSIED HIMSELF CATCHING CRABS! WHAT THE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV5C_4lonI/AAAAAAAAANk/XTjaH8Vo7No/s1600-h/Image(477).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077097247345582706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV5C_4lonI/AAAAAAAAANk/XTjaH8Vo7No/s320/Image(477).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, EVEN HE FAILS AT CATCHING CRABS! SO WHAT DOES HE TURN TO???&lt;br /&gt;(Refer to next picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV3EP4lokI/AAAAAAAAANM/lt27q8DjPyI/s1600-h/Image(473).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077095069797163586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV3EP4lokI/AAAAAAAAANM/lt27q8DjPyI/s320/Image(473).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE TAKES PICTURES, THAT'S WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV3D_4lojI/AAAAAAAAANE/qJXK7p14_E0/s1600-h/bintan%252034.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077095065502196274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV3D_4lojI/AAAAAAAAANE/qJXK7p14_E0/s320/bintan%252034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE CONTINUES TO TAKE PICTURES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV5DP4lopI/AAAAAAAAAN0/B9nHUCpbsMI/s1600-h/Image(479).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077097251640550034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV5DP4lopI/AAAAAAAAAN0/B9nHUCpbsMI/s320/Image(479).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long...It was night, NO CHANCE TO GO THERE TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV6_P4loqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qkZYgmJ4v5I/s1600-h/Image(483).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077099381944328866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV6_P4loqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qkZYgmJ4v5I/s320/Image(483).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning brought new hope to our hero... For this...was low tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV6_P4lorI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vLkkdSwl6VE/s1600-h/Image(480).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077099381944328882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV6_P4lorI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vLkkdSwl6VE/s320/Image(480).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path was set. All the hero had to do now, was avoid those damn crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV5C_4looI/AAAAAAAAANs/pjAluL1xXQE/s1600-h/Image(482).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077097247345582722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV5C_4looI/AAAAAAAAANs/pjAluL1xXQE/s320/Image(482).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE DID IT! OUR HERO HAS DONE IT! ROCKY ISLAND, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV6_f4losI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7R5ICLwV6Oc/s1600-h/bintan%2520132.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077099386239296194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV6_f4losI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7R5ICLwV6Oc/s320/bintan%2520132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKING PICTURES ON ROCKY ISLAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV6_f4lotI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fz6AzRVg7-o/s1600-h/bintan%2520133.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077099386239296210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV6_f4lotI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fz6AzRVg7-o/s320/bintan%2520133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that? Is it a bird? A plane? NO, IT'S A ADVERTISEMENT JET STATING, "VASHON HAS MADE IT!!!" What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV6_f4louI/AAAAAAAAAOc/DfZgR_HIDgk/s1600-h/bintan%252037.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077099386239296226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV6_f4louI/AAAAAAAAAOc/DfZgR_HIDgk/s320/bintan%252037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures taken on Rocky Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV9Y_4lovI/AAAAAAAAAOk/La-ROkAVGns/s1600-h/bintan%2520145.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077102023349215986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV9Y_4lovI/AAAAAAAAAOk/La-ROkAVGns/s320/bintan%2520145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flying fox, after breakfast... What the hell was I running so happily away from...?&lt;br /&gt;*Tries to recall.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV9ZP4lowI/AAAAAAAAAOs/q4I_YorzA8M/s1600-h/bintan%2520147.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077102027644183298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV9ZP4lowI/AAAAAAAAAOs/q4I_YorzA8M/s320/bintan%2520147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED HERE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV9ZP4loxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZWlxIA0fM7M/s1600-h/bintan%2520150.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077102027644183314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV9ZP4loxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZWlxIA0fM7M/s320/bintan%2520150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guys, is "Boomnetting", looks like a stunt from fear factor, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV9ZP4loyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2FmR3dyJwis/s1600-h/bintan%2520154.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077102027644183330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV9ZP4loyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2FmR3dyJwis/s320/bintan%2520154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken after I attempted the "Boomnetting", for the 478th time. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV9Zf4lozI/AAAAAAAAAPE/lLac_wMsTUo/s1600-h/bintan%2520163.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077102031939150642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV9Zf4lozI/AAAAAAAAAPE/lLac_wMsTUo/s320/bintan%2520163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat your vegetables, kids, it's going to be a LONGGGG night, with that campfire coming up, you need all the strength and fibre you can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV_j_4lo2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/-mlPnPbnsC4/s1600-h/300132751l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077104411351032674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV_j_4lo2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/-mlPnPbnsC4/s320/300132751l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CAMPFIRE DID SOME CRAZY THINGS TO US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV_j_4lo3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/YfXfi3EEOD4/s1600-h/bintan%252048.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077104411351032690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV_j_4lo3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/YfXfi3EEOD4/s320/bintan%252048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I really wasn't sure if I was mentally sound at that period of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV_jv4lo0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/xuMDN6kXwuY/s1600-h/bintan%2520184.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077104407056065346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV_jv4lo0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/xuMDN6kXwuY/s320/bintan%2520184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, fixing up a raft...that's easy! (If you don't mind it sinking in the middle of the ocean, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV_j_4lo1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/R8z8Wfd-Dk0/s1600-h/bintan%2520190.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077104411351032658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV_j_4lo1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/R8z8Wfd-Dk0/s320/bintan%2520190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it's gonna sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV_kP4lo4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/6e1L55XHIwA/s1600-h/bintan%252053.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077104415646000002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnV_kP4lo4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/6e1L55XHIwA/s320/bintan%252053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU BINTAN! WE WILL MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of file- Case 1019A: The Bintan Incident (Case Closed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-7410638362134409643?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7410638362134409643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=7410638362134409643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7410638362134409643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7410638362134409643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/06/sidetracks-i-am-back-now-to-let-you-in.html' title='Sidetracks; I AM BACK! NOW TO LET YOU IN THE KNOW OF WHAT HAPPENED AT THE INDOs!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RnVtfv4loCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cNMDxkK0pYs/s72-c/Image(410).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-3507795735381047151</id><published>2007-05-23T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T08:53:35.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; THE JUNIOR SPORTS LEADER TRAINING PROGRAMME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There is only a few words that I can use to describe the entire programme. It was "fantastic", "informative" and very "interactive". Well, here's what happened. Basically, I and a few others were sent by our school to represent the NPCC Unit in helping out in the day's programme. Out of the eight schools in our NPCC area, only three responded, and that was us, Greenridge, Hillgrove and Swiss Cottage. Anyway, we were supposed to head down to Teck Whye Primary School by eleven-thirty in the morning, so my friends and I had an early recess alongside the lower secondary, after eating, we left the school whilst the lower secondary were still lining up in their classes. We felt so free once we stepped outside the school gate, but the eight of us knew we had important things to do, and we immediately walked down to the bus stop (after making a detour to buy some sweets at the LRT station, did I say immediately?) and took a direct bus from there to reach our destination. Once there, we ate some more, haha, I practically spent my entire day eating fruits, as I was eating another slice worth of watermelon, other than the one I ate earlier on during the early recess. Thereafter, while we waited for the bus to get ready with the other schools that were there already, we got bored and decided to head to the fitness corner to have fun. We took a whole bunch of pictures, that I will post at a later date. Anyway, after the photo-taking session at the fitness corner, we went up the bus and were on our way to Methodist Girls' School where the event was taking place. Nothing much happened on the bus, except loads of crappy jokes and laughing as we interacted with the Hillgrove students, whilst the Swiss...I don't know what were they doing behind, haha. Anyway, we arrived at the school, and lessons probably just ended as a huge bunch of primary and secondary schoolgirls started pouring out from the gates, they convierged the two schools today, see. I had never seen so many maids or expensive cars all in one area at once before, so it was quite amazing, but it was to be expected, since it was a rather well known and RICH school after all. We took the "barang-barang" up to the hall, using the lift, (THE LIFT, MIND YOU!) and as we entered the air-conditioned hall (AIR CONDITIONED HALL, MIND YOU!) we realized that we were half an hour early and that the primary school kids had yet to arrive, so much for our lack of "kiasu-ness." We were given time to explore the school or head down to the canteen for our break, whilst we waited for the kids to arrive. My unit and myself decided to go to the canteen for what? Yes, more food. Fruits, for me. I ate, more watermelon, and I entertained myself by teaching some girls how to eat as dirtily as a guy, HAHA! Anyway, we headed back up afterwards, and nearly got lost in between the secondary and the primary blocks. When we finally found the hall, it was quite filled with the primary school kids, they were all so cute, just sitting there and listening to the speaker that was upfront. We were suddenly ushered out and were given a briefing of the day's activities, basically, it was team-building games and first-aid practice. We were taught first-hand by the teacher how to do the bandaging, and we cottoned on quickly. We even posed pictures with our "bandaged limbs". After we were done, it appears that we were given ANOTHER break, and we were to head down to the canteen for more FOOD! I ate something other than food this time, fishballs, to be exact, and I did a comical dance with one of the balls as I nearly dropped it, and tried my best to catch it but to no avail. It rolled into the nearby drain, and stayed there. Once I was done eating, what did I go for? The fruits, bananas. Man, their bananas were the size of two bratwurst sausages added together! I ate four, and earned the name "Bananaboy" thanks to that. After the refreshments, we went to our teams and the team-building games began. It was alot of fun, and the games were definitely interactive for the students to communicate and socialize. I was amazed to see how some of them had so much potential to be strong leaders. Anyway, there was also this irritating kid, he kept contradicting me, and being the "nice" person I am, I left him alone (chucks a sawed hand into a plastic bag). Anyway, after the tiring games, we went back up to the air-conditioned hall (AIR CONDITIONED, MIND YOU!) to begin the first-aid practice. It was so cute, the way the kids tied their friends' bandages and argued over how it should be done, it was really, really funny. Finally, it was all over, and all of us went back to the bus to head back to Teck Whye, where we departed after that. My friends and I, along with our sir, Christopher, went to chill at this "hill thingy" outside the school. We were waiting for one of my friend's boyfriend, before we headed down to Lot One Shopping Mall for our dinner. I ate grilled fish and rice, and? That's right, FRUITS!!! Haha, after the entire thing, we took the train home, and left for our respective homes. Well, that's about it, and to those that know, my foot's fixed, thanks to a couple of good eggs. xD&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures I took (mainly myself, for the time being, more pictures will be added soon):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRUUS0qEwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6II0qf2RG98/s1600-h/jr_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067768188325466882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRUUS0qEwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6II0qf2RG98/s320/jr_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the fitness corner, trying to look cool, and...healthy, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRGVi0qEoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/J7fV27T-b0Q/s1600-h/Image(375).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067752816637514370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRGVi0qEoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/J7fV27T-b0Q/s320/Image(375).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the monkey bars, doing what a "monkey" does best. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRU0C0qExI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UA1nxBzXB9U/s1600-h/jr_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067768733786313490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRU0C0qExI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UA1nxBzXB9U/s320/jr_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number increases from one to woah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRVLC0qEyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Gc9AqMvuLvM/s1600-h/jr_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067769128923304738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRVLC0qEyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Gc9AqMvuLvM/s320/jr_6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number just keeps increasing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRGoC0qEpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JJID3OfSDnY/s1600-h/Image(377).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067753134465094290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRGoC0qEpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JJID3OfSDnY/s320/Image(377).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See lah, go and "monkey" some more lah...now look what happened... xO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRG9S0qEqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9Au1Nh3baBU/s1600-h/Image(378).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067753499537314466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRG9S0qEqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9Au1Nh3baBU/s320/Image(378).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yohohoho...A pirate's life for me... NO LAH, THIS IS A HEAD BANDAGE, DAMMIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRVei0qEzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8873GhSE9EU/s1600-h/jr_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067769463930753842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRVei0qEzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8873GhSE9EU/s320/jr_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you so careless, like three-year old kid like that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRV2i0qE0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/KPWU2cmkX8Y/s1600-h/jr_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067769876247614274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRV2i0qE0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/KPWU2cmkX8Y/s320/jr_15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, should we really be putting our hands on an injured person like that, dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRHTi0qErI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HRyA24T2vlY/s1600-h/Image(379).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067753881789403826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRHTi0qErI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HRyA24T2vlY/s320/Image(379).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Nana... Ba Nana... (if you are wondering what the hell I am "shooting" at, it's James Bond.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRHty0qEsI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MiJGQ1NLLdY/s1600-h/Image(381).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067754332760969922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRHty0qEsI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MiJGQ1NLLdY/s320/Image(381).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KIDS!!! Wow, what a mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRWHy0qE1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/qzAYBbtEhyo/s1600-h/jr_43.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067770172600357714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRWHy0qE1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/qzAYBbtEhyo/s320/jr_43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright girls, listen to this big kor kor here...Here's how you embarass yourself in public... :I" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRW7C0qE2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/AQFljcq24sM/s1600-h/jr_47.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067771053068653410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRW7C0qE2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/AQFljcq24sM/s320/jr_47.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me showing a bad example to the kids, "chatting whilst the teacher is crapping, oops!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRXTi0qE3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/idqXADLvGgo/s1600-h/jr_50.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067771473975448434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRXTi0qE3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/idqXADLvGgo/s320/jr_50.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at them...bunch of little devils... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRH_S0qEtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3yRQLuIzNM/s1600-h/Image(383).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067754633408680658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRH_S0qEtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J3yRQLuIzNM/s320/Image(383).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, she has great potential to be a nurse! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRIWi0qEuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-IJdBkJZf2g/s1600-h/Image(389).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067755032840639202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRIWi0qEuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-IJdBkJZf2g/s320/Image(389).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting cool on the top of the hill...Not so cool after the ants started crawling up my pants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRXty0qE4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/QYGojEX9yp4/s1600-h/jr_54.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067771924947014530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRXty0qE4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/QYGojEX9yp4/s320/jr_54.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway while acting cool...this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRX-i0qE5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/6hd4k7QqRcw/s1600-h/jr_55.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067772212709823378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRX-i0qE5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/6hd4k7QqRcw/s320/jr_55.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would just like to thank you guys for joining me in my quest for ants in my pants, hey it rhymes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for this post, enjoy the new song, by the way, I heard it from Live From Abbey Road, liked it, hope you did too. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-3507795735381047151?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/3507795735381047151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=3507795735381047151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3507795735381047151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3507795735381047151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/05/sidetracks-junior-sports-leader.html' title='Sidetracks; THE JUNIOR SPORTS LEADER TRAINING PROGRAMME!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlRUUS0qEwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6II0qf2RG98/s72-c/jr_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-8710007532062479108</id><published>2007-05-20T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T03:29:37.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Resurrection! Now to find out what happened while I was not typing crap into a website! (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Here it is, part two of what happened while I wasn't blogging. This post is going to be about an event my school had, and the actual thing just took place yesterday. Anyway, the event was called "The Fun Fiesta", basically, it was a fun fair full of games and food. Games stalls and food stalls were to be set up by the school's own students, including yours truly. Well, I was posted to do up the games stall so I will be elaborating more on that. My class' idea was to make a combination structure for ball games. The draft was that we have basketball, soccer, and a water bomb(ball) game "polymerized" into one giant-sized structure or cardboard. The idea was taken by our teacher and so we set to work. I didn't really know what happened that they actually managed to obtain a huge wooden structure for the soccer, basketball and water ball games. Basically, on the day of preparation, a day before the actual event, we were told to set up our stalls at the parade grounds where tentages were already made for us. So, the wooden structure was fixed up, and it was rather plain to me, so being a budding artist, if I may say so myself, I began to draw my crap onto the structure, and when it was done...You will see in my pictures later. So the structure was set up at our stall, and we all went home excited about the next day. The day finally arrived, and I slept alittle longer than others who actually woke up at four to five in the morning to get their last minute preparations done for the big day, or so I heard. Anyway, I entered the school compound and I already saw stalls that were set up and ready for the event. I went to my stall, and admired my work alittle longer, before heading to the staff room to find my NPCC teacher to get her to give me and my friend cab fare to take a taxi to Teck Whye Primary School, basically for a NPCC meeting or briefing, yes, on a school event as big as this, NPCC never fails to take away half of the fun, no complaints though, considering that the person in charge of the briefing gave us refreshments, and I got to eat some rather good noodles at the nearby coffeeshop. After the briefing, my friend and I headed back to school to enjoy the rest of the event, it was still early considering that it was twelve plus, and that the event was said to last from nine to four-thirty in the afternoon. When we reached back at school, the event was in full swing. There were idiots, I mean, potential customers everywhere, playing games and eating their(disgusting) goodies that were(scary), made by our own students. I say this because my friend actually bought from a friend of mine, Aloysuis and his class' special banana-marshmellow in chocolate sauce, I joked that it looked like a banana from outer space with poo on it, heh. Anyway, I went around and saw that our stall's water ball game was the most popular amongst the three ball games we had prepared. I headed down with my friend to Vanessa's stall where I played her "whatever-it-was-called-lah candles game", and I managed to win a Ribena bag from them, which came in quite handy, considering that it soon became my containment unit for water bombs that were to be thrown at my unsuspecting friends or in this case, targets. I went by Sharmin's stall, but the prizes didn't attract me, &gt;=D, so I made off with my friend with Sharmin yelling that I will die tomorrow or soon, I couldn't really catch what she said due to the noise, but close enough. Anyway, just when I passed by my stall again, my teacher somehow caught me off-guard, and I ended up being in the boys' toilet filling up water bombs with my friend. We were grumbling and throwing water bombs all around the toilet before my teacher came in with two more helpers and we booked it, haha, we fled the scene and that's when I went home. The rest of the afternoon I spent resting. Come late afternoon, I received a call from Sharmin, and I invited her to go play some B-Ball. She agreed, and since Vanessa was with her, I thought that it would be a good idea for her to come along as well. Turns out, it wasn't that great an idea to play basketball that day, considering that our usually secluded court turned out to be a court meant for strippers and so we left for the nearest court I knew about. Sharmin was pissed, and I knew it, so I did my best to keep all of our spirits up, but to no avail, especially since, THE OTHER COURT WAS OCCUPIED AS WELL! More and more guys ended up going onto the court and a match began whilst the three of us, just totally did lame stuff at the playground near the court. Lame stuff like throwing the basketball into make-shift hoops, and passing the ball to one another. In the end, we did manage to ball alittle, but after a single match, Vanessa got tired and so we headed down to the coffeeshop where I ate my dinner, and Sharmin drank alittle of the bad bandung that I bought for her. I pissed her off alittle when I didn't finish my food, I guess, but heck, she didn't finish her bandung! xO But then again, her religion is as such, so I guess I was wrong to do such insensitive things infront of her, so note to self: never eat infront of muslims if you know you won't be finishing your food. Anyway, we went our seperate ways after the rather unhappy dinner, after I received a call from my parents that my grandmother's leg was swollen, and that we were going to visit her. I rushed home immediately got changed and went to visit her. Her foot seemed to have healed miraculously when we reached there, but hey, she's my grandmother! She even got hit by a durian on the head once and didn't even flinch! xD Well, in the end, we went home, and I went to bed after watching alittle bit of my VCDs. Now for the pictures of the structure I drew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlBThy0qEmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xVdXnBFLlqU/s1600-h/Image(358).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066641420835230306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlBThy0qEmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xVdXnBFLlqU/s320/Image(358).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's this for art? Haha! Sharmin kept saying it's "censored", well of course it is! If it wasn't, it would be rated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlBT-S0qEnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LE5ToL5-Xcs/s1600-h/Image(357).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066641910461502066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlBT-S0qEnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LE5ToL5-Xcs/s320/Image(357).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey check it out, I have alittle bit of white hair! Haha, I got it whilst painting the structure, see the white spot on the guy's pants? That's the same paint that I got on my hair. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what's been going on lately, I guess, I left out a few other major incidents, but heck with it, my hands belong to me, and I know they are frickin' tired at the moment, so catch you guys later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-8710007532062479108?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/8710007532062479108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=8710007532062479108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/8710007532062479108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/8710007532062479108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/05/sidetracks-resurrection-now-to-find-out_20.html' title='Sidetracks; Resurrection! Now to find out what happened while I was not typing crap into a website! (Part II)'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlBThy0qEmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xVdXnBFLlqU/s72-c/Image(358).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-4205073434485963029</id><published>2007-05-20T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T08:54:26.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Resurrection! Now to find out what happened while I was not typing crap into a website! (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hey all, it's been awhile since I blogged, hasn't it? Yes, I am sure the dates are rather obvious and plain to see. Anyway, here's what's been happening whilst I wasn't blogging. Basically, this happened a few weeks back from the date that I am posting this. Well, I was busy at the ICA building, to make my IC. My parents decided that they will bring me to get it done, since it was on the way. We had breakfast somewhere nearby the place, and the food wasn't really that fantastic. Anyway, we headed on down to the building. That was when I happily realized, that I had forgotten to take a passport-sized photo. So we had to make a trip to the instant photo booth that was in the building, my mom and I that is, Dad always liked to wander off on his own somewhere and land up being in some eating spot, or in this case, the building's cafeteria. So there I was, making weird impressions using the photo booth's nearby mirror. There was a queue, as usual, and while I was waiting my turn, my mom happily dapped abit of make up on me, and this was quite embarassing considering that others were around, anyway, the make up being foundation make up would look funny on my IC's photograph if not patched up properly, so I had no choice but to let her finish it. The photo booth was split into two sections, but both for the same motive, to take pictures and give them instantly. The two sections to me (and my highly imaginative self), was like heaven and hell. Basically, the one on the left, the lady that was taking the photos for us, that is, seemed much kinder, and more mild as compared to the one on the right, who was a super loud lady with eyes the size of watemelons, ears that looked like they belonged to Dumbo... Alright, getting to the point, she was a perfectionist, but if you don't do it her way, she just does the photo once, and that's it, not like the other who will bother to let you take another time to get you satisfied. So, there was this family infront of me, and I was half-hoping that they will go to "dark side", but it seemed bleak as the guy on the left, (the good side), seemed to be faster than the idiot who was taking his own sweet time on the right, although the "devil lady" was obviously displeased. Just when I thought all hope was lost, and that the family was going to end up in my desired "good side", the guy on the "dark side", finally decided to hasten, and he was done in a jiffy, just a mere five seconds before the guy on the "good side" was done. (Alright, please pause to take a breather, I know that my story has been rather confusing for you, please do not worry over this, just take a sip of whatever you have in your cup and just continue reading.) Anyway, so the family went to the "dark side", and I went to the gates of Heaven. So I got in, and was told to stare at the huge black box, like taking neo-print, except that you have no curtains to cover yourself while you make funny expressions. Anyway, I took the photo and got it over and done with, my mom told me to show my teeth, so I did, glad to have good cavity. Then I was off to make my IC, and boy was it hilarious. The lady making my IC totally ignored my mom, and paid attention to me only, she held my hand for the longest time when I was asked to put my thumbprint onto that purplish thing they use to make it. I was shuffling nervously since it felt weird. Anyway, the IC was done, and we went to "retrieve" Dad from the cafeteria, as expected, coffee. On our way out, I saw this immigration bureau information room, where you get to learn the immigration bureau's purposes through a fun and interactive manner (in case you haven't noticed, I took that directly off the poster what was outside the room), and I was quite interested, so we went in. It was really cool! There were computerized interactive videos that we could watch, and there was this gallery where they kept amazing reminscents about the past. I took a few pictures so that I could share the experience with you guys, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlBD2y0qEiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4MY4U3Z0sw8/s1600-h/Image(346).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066624189426438690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlBD2y0qEiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4MY4U3Z0sw8/s320/Image(346).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an actual replica of a rare saltwater alligator's skull those illegal traders used to sell and buy at the shores of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlBFTi0qEjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/j5cc8SFVTsM/s1600-h/Image(347).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066625782859305522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlBFTi0qEjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/j5cc8SFVTsM/s320/Image(347).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the weapons that used to be illegally sold in Singapore, check it out! Brass knuckles, actual shurikens, and on the far right, that's a really exquisite swiss army knife except that it's ten times the size of what you normally see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlBG2i0qEkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DEphrGI6hzM/s1600-h/Image(348).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066627483666354754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlBG2i0qEkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DEphrGI6hzM/s320/Image(348).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'RE THOSE THINGS BEHIND ME?! TURTLES?! ELEPHANT TUSKS?! WHAT THE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlBHhC0qElI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-fzVK-BQSjI/s1600-h/Image(349).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066628213810795090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlBHhC0qElI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-fzVK-BQSjI/s320/Image(349).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the axes that the policemen probably used, or perhaps even pirates, man, what I would give to own one of these. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for this post, Part II coming up soon! *swings hands alittle* Man, blogging is tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-4205073434485963029?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4205073434485963029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4205073434485963029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/05/sidetracks-resurrection-now-to-find-out.html' title='Sidetracks; Resurrection! Now to find out what happened while I was not typing crap into a website! (Part I)'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RlBD2y0qEiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4MY4U3Z0sw8/s72-c/Image(346).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-7284731210399093624</id><published>2007-05-05T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T08:54:53.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL; The Adventures Of Basketball Head~! - "Bad Head Day!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjxoZf4INlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/N_9ipO4MnrM/s1600-h/Image(343)1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061034868520531538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjxoZf4INlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/N_9ipO4MnrM/s320/Image(343)1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; It was a sunny afternoon, and Basketball Head was resting on his comfy sofa.&lt;br /&gt;He had been bouncing into Hoops the entire morning, and was tired...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061035482700854882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rjxo9P4INmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/d9jUPrKfxtg/s320/Image(343)2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; All of a sudden, Basketball Head saw something disgusting going towards him! It was a cockroach! Basketball Head had to think fast before the cockroach started to attack him...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061036002391897714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rjxpbf4INnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HDy1srki-5k/s320/Image(343)3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; HE SQUASHED IT! Basketball Head used his huge body to force the cockroach into submission!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061036341694314114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjxpvP4INoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1XLE-7wDah8/s320/Image(343)4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; In the end, the cockroach was forced to serve Basketball Head as punishment for disturbing his afternoon nap... Er...riight...yeah. (B-HEAD'S FAVOURITE QUOTE: "BALLHOOOOOOP!" It's YAHOOOOOO! in B-Ball language.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-7284731210399093624?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7284731210399093624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=7284731210399093624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7284731210399093624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7284731210399093624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/05/special-adventures-of-basketball-head.html' title='SPECIAL; The Adventures Of Basketball Head~! - &quot;Bad Head Day!!!&quot;'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjxoZf4INlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/N_9ipO4MnrM/s72-c/Image(343)1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-4534043049615081003</id><published>2007-05-05T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T08:55:13.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetrack; My bike, my basketball, and a bunch of unsightly newspapers?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjxViv4INeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zhP-NE6wXKI/s1600-h/Image(341).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061014136713393634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjxViv4INeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zhP-NE6wXKI/s400/Image(341).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Dammit, didn't notice about the newspapers till i uploaded the picture. Anyway, my exams are nearly over! The moreorless major killers have passed by (mathematics, that is), and man, my brain was on fire! Not due to the headache though, that ordeal was over the day after it erupted. No, this time my brain was on fire, due to the fact that I was using it so much! Doing the mathematics paper practically switched my brain "on", and I was working a frenzy whilst doing it. Had a great time doing the paper, didn't recover from this "hyper brain" till much later. Anyway, I have been playing basketball with vanessa and sharmin the past few days, and it was quite fun, to know that, we were ALL horrible. Well, vanessa was quite good at shooting in the middle, and sharmin's been able to shoot in from the sides, whereas I... I just couldn't get my three point prowess back, but its returning, I hope. Well, basically, we have been balling the entire week, and the latest balling session, I spent it with this guy, learning on how to shoot, dodge, and dribble, it was quite fun to know more about the game I was now enthusiastic about. Well, just for the record, my ball's still half-assed. (Need a pump, badly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061020480380089858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjxbT_4INgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3MDWMQwA8Sw/s400/Image(342)234.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ITS THE ADVENTURES OF...BASKETBALL HEAD &amp;amp; GIRL BIKE!&lt;br /&gt;IS IT A BIRD? IS IT A PLANE? IS IT...A REAL BASKETBALL?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-4534043049615081003?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/4534043049615081003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=4534043049615081003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4534043049615081003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4534043049615081003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/05/sidetrack-my-bike-my-basketball-and.html' title='Sidetrack; My bike, my basketball, and a bunch of unsightly newspapers?!?!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjxViv4INeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zhP-NE6wXKI/s72-c/Image(341).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-8210552687766272588</id><published>2007-05-02T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T08:55:33.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; THE HEADACHE ERUPTS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjhZiv4INcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sTjYdRJ6038/s1600-h/Image(328)(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059892634853062082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjhZiv4INcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sTjYdRJ6038/s400/Image(328)(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yes, and I think the title of this post is enough to explain what the picture is about. Anyway, yes, the headache erupted during my biology and social studies exams today. Let me start from the beginning. With the throbbing headache, I decided to play hero, and go under the rain, although my sister did send me with the car to the nearest point that she could (she was running late) and she let me get off at this carpark or part thereof. Well, without even bothering to open the (what would have been such a clever thing to do) umbrella, I ran in the rain towards the school's gates. Met sharmin and vanessa on the way in, but I was already having a headache then, so I didn't really stop to chat, besides, we were in the rain! Well, the headache obviously got worse, and during the social studies exam (which was said to be as easy as swallowing a sword) the headache subsided alittle, so I could do my exam. I felt that the paper was rather difficult (maybe because of the fact that i didn't study!) however, I managed to scraped through. Next to come was the dreaded biology paper. With my headache still being kept at bay, I went around getting and absorbing as much as I could. The first paper began shortly, (honestly, I don't see the need to seperate paper one and two, since we have done those two papers together many times before, might as well give us the entire crap at one go, but I shouldn't complain since that meant more time to study, that of which I think I needed) and my headache came back alittle more (no more computer games at one in the morning!) however, the paper turned out to be alright, and I moreorless got through. Paper two was the killer (now why the hell did I ever think of complaining about a break? xD) as loads of crap needed to be written, and even though writing crap was my forte, I was unable to crap as much as I usually do, due to the eruption of yes, the Mount Krakatoa in my head. I was fortunate enough to complete the paper before the eruption, so it was not so bad. All in all, a lesson learnt, and that's never to get a headache before any of my exams. (NO COMPUTER FOR A WEEK?! NOOOOOOOO CHANCE, DOC! &gt;:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-8210552687766272588?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/8210552687766272588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=8210552687766272588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/8210552687766272588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/8210552687766272588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/05/sidetracks-headache-erupts.html' title='Sidetracks; THE HEADACHE ERUPTS!!!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjhZiv4INcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sTjYdRJ6038/s72-c/Image(328)(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-2703564176342832336</id><published>2007-04-30T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T08:56:54.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; THE DRAIN PEOPLE!!! THEY ARE EVERYWHERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rjaszf4INaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Ks0ymUO4L5g/s1600-h/Image(326).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059421232127554978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rjaszf4INaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Ks0ymUO4L5g/s400/Image(326).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Well, most of you that weren't there to see it for yourself must be wondering what the hell are those people doing in a drain, well all will be explained shortly. It all started with a planned outing between me and sharmin, (vanessa could have come, but she had her difficulties :S) well, we wanted to play basketball, so I took us to the nearest I knew, but that court was occupied with irritating pros and durians (ah lians). I knew of another court, but it was rather far, but sharmin seemed fine with it, so we went ahead to the other court. To get to the court, we had to go through the park, so this is how the story of the drain came along. We were walking, when we came to this drain, and we noticed that people were in there, I said it was nothing new, as I have cycled past there and have seen people down there before, but I could only assume that they were looking for fish or doing fishing, because I never really stopped to take a good look. Well, this time I did, and what a sight it was. The people there, WEREN'T fishing! They were actually collecting drain water for who knows what. Furthermore, if it were to be for drinking, is it even edible?! Didn't the water come from, let's see, THE TOILET?! Anyway, we even saw some bikers sitting in the drain with the water pouring down on them, whilst they chatted and laughed, my eyes could only grow as large as golfballs, as I was incredulous at the sight I was witnessing. Anyway, that's about it for the drain people, could someone please find out what really happened to get those people there? I have ideas:&lt;br /&gt;1. They are poor people, and have to resort to save water by using the drain's water.&lt;br /&gt;2. The bikers are there because they saw the poor people there using the drain water and thus thought it might be safe to have the same water pouring over their heads and entering their mouths. (The clinic's going to be rather busy...)&lt;br /&gt;3. The water's clean, and the "drain" had become a local pit stop.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really want to find out. Anyway, the basketball court that we were headed to was empty, except for some guys playing soccer...in a...basket..ball court... ANYWAY, sharmin and I got to play our b-ball, and she somehow managed to get the ball stuck onto the hoop, it was hilarious, but lucky for us there was another guy around for us to use his ball to get mine down, if not I might have had to use my slippers which is rather "tak glam", since we were surrounded by other people after all. Well, after the game, we both walked to the nearest train station, then there was this great field, and sharmin suggested we cross it to get to the station, but it was a good thing we didn't considering that there was a PATH that led to the station cutting through the field, but it was rather hidden so we didn't really see it till much later. The thought of us crossing the great field, with bugs, and animal waste, whilst others took the safe path was quite hilarious too. Well, in the end, we took our train, and got home. It was all in all a fun trip, but dammit, it would have been more fun if 'someone' came along. *looks at that 'someone' really dangerously...* xD Alright, so that's it for this post, and hey, don't forget to give me your opinions on why the hell were the drain people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-2703564176342832336?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/2703564176342832336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=2703564176342832336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/2703564176342832336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/2703564176342832336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/04/sidetracks-drain-people-they-are.html' title='Sidetracks; THE DRAIN PEOPLE!!! THEY ARE EVERYWHERE!!!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Rjaszf4INaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Ks0ymUO4L5g/s72-c/Image(326).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-3927452459193101931</id><published>2007-04-28T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:09:41.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; AWAKENED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjMF3P4INZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SqiKFte6gtU/s1600-h/Image(301).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058393253180093842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjMF3P4INZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SqiKFte6gtU/s400/Image(301).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; I know I have not posted for the past few days, so allow me to fill you in on the happenings in my life (BORIIIIIIIIIING!). Alright, well, basically, the exams have started, and English's the first paper. The section on compositions was quite alright, considering that the topics they gave us were rather easy to write about. The topics consisted of writing about a conflict between ourselves and a friend, or just love. Well, the problem I am worried about, is that I actually wrote more than I should, and I heard that they will just mark till the cut off point and that's it, and ALL my important points are at the back (DAMMIT!). Anyway, other than that, the rest of the first part turned out fine. Then came section two. Comprehension, and it was something about giants and a korean playboy. Well, I am glad that's over, but this is just the beginning, and what better way to remind myself, than to have my A maths and Mother Tongue teacher both give us tests on the same day right after our English paper? Well, I suppose that's how school life is. Work piles up, and yet this is still nothing compared to what's to come in the future when we enter the work life. Life's becoming rather monotonous, let's see what happens to turn things around. Till then, let's all just try to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-3927452459193101931?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/3927452459193101931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=3927452459193101931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3927452459193101931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3927452459193101931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/04/sidetracks-awakened.html' title='Sidetracks; AWAKENED!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjMF3P4INZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SqiKFte6gtU/s72-c/Image(301).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-6122142273688239564</id><published>2007-04-28T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:09:17.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; The Late Fifteen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjL-g_4INVI/AAAAAAAAADU/NLnC-X9VfBk/s1600-h/Image(323).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058385174346610002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjL-g_4INVI/AAAAAAAAADU/NLnC-X9VfBk/s320/Image(323).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; This was really hilarious! Yeah, I was celebrating my birthday a day late, but I was really happy when my sister's friend and her brother surprised me with this, haha! They know I like fruits, so they replaced the cake, with? A PEAR! Really got me laughing, it was really nice of them to have thought of this too. I was rather moody when I didn't get to celebrate my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjL-u_4INWI/AAAAAAAAADc/uxq0WBTUSHs/s1600-h/Image(312).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;birthday with anyone else except my sister, and a few of my friends. But this has certainly cheered me up! This is the most hilarious cake I have ever seen, haha! I am really happy now, I can't stop repeating myself! They got me a present too, I was really touched. The present was a really cool shirt, and a extremely funny yet awesome cap. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058388000435090818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjMBFf4INYI/AAAAAAAAADs/oZGCXRCJnCQ/s400/Image(325).jpg" border="0" /&gt; AMERICAN NEW FOX AND RUSTY PECKER! I AM ANIMALIZED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-6122142273688239564?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/6122142273688239564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=6122142273688239564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6122142273688239564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/6122142273688239564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/04/sidetracks-late-fifteenth.html' title='Sidetracks; The Late Fifteen!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RjL-g_4INVI/AAAAAAAAADU/NLnC-X9VfBk/s72-c/Image(323).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-3084953384034576485</id><published>2007-04-25T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:09:01.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetrack; Playing The Piano? Dude, you ARE random!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Ri8vmP4INUI/AAAAAAAAADM/l6DTDi_HNR0/s1600-h/Image(309).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057313240703841602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Ri8vmP4INUI/AAAAAAAAADM/l6DTDi_HNR0/s400/Image(309).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Yes, I know, I switch topics really quickly, one minute's about NPCC, the next, I am playing the piano and taking pictures while doing it (come on, capture the moment!). Anyway, it was rather fun when van, sharmin and the pig, I mean, devi, came over. It was fun, yeah, I kept saying "it's quite mad" and "don't nonsense", so much that sharmin, I believe got quite fed up with that, but hey I was nervous about you all coming over! But it was fun that they came over, but not till they realized that my house is a boring place, (but you guys should have checked out downstairs), and my room, even more so. All they could do was play the computer, read my dumb comics, or listen to me play my keyboard, like what the hell's going on right? So sorry that my place was such a bore, could have made it more fun if I had been given ample notice though! I do have board (bored) games for us to play when the situation gets out of hand (more boring), y'know. Well, that's about it for this post.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The suit's for a dinner, but I had not changed out of my house shorts yet when I took this picture, so, WHAT THE HECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-3084953384034576485?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/3084953384034576485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=3084953384034576485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3084953384034576485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3084953384034576485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/04/sidetrack-playing-piano-dude-you-are.html' title='Sidetrack; Playing The Piano? Dude, you ARE random!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/Ri8vmP4INUI/AAAAAAAAADM/l6DTDi_HNR0/s72-c/Image(309).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-7635746716435107634</id><published>2007-04-18T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:04:10.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; SO THIS IS THE LAST PARADE! *We'll carrrrrry oooonnnnn...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiYa7PuT5-I/AAAAAAAAACs/SyL5FIN2b3Y/s1600-h/Image(300).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054757236905338850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiYa7PuT5-I/AAAAAAAAACs/SyL5FIN2b3Y/s400/Image(300).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; It's over, the last parade, before my school undergoes PRIME, which involves the rebuilding of the school. We were all extremely overjoyed that the parade was over, yet at the same time, there's the feeling of loss. We all knew that we had to give our best in this final parade, and so we did. And in my opinion, it was a success. Everyone went out and strutted their stuff, and really gave the best parade they could give. Since we were part of the parade, apparently, people couldn't save us seats up in the hall where the concert was going on, so we had to make do, by just staying downstairs and taking pictures. It was rather fun though, going around taking pictures in our number ones. So, basically, it all turned out well. I had wanted to get a sword to take the picture with, but too bad, there were people everywhere, so I had to make do with the flag. (Damn.) On a lighter note, my friend and I once again, even though it was the real deal, we still made ourselves laugh by adding another nonsensical idea to the list. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;The List:&lt;br /&gt;9. Imagine, if instead of the Guest Of Honour, some guy from elsewhere drives into the school, during the part where the Guest Of Honour's supposed to arrive, drove to the dais, got off, and holding onto his map, goes up the stage, and before anything, everyone, thinking he's the Guest Of Honour begins their salute, and after the salute, the guy just goes, "Eh, this doesn't seem to be my house..." (Alright, I thought of the idea of someone else instead of the GOH coming in, I didn't go as far as my friend as to think of the nonsense such as the map and house thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054763391593474034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiYghfuT5_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Jjrsd_398Co/s400/Image(297).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA! I TOOK THE DRUM WITHOUT PERMISSION. HELL YEAH! \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-7635746716435107634?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/7635746716435107634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=7635746716435107634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7635746716435107634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/7635746716435107634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/04/sidetracks-so-this-is-last-parade-well.html' title='Sidetracks; SO THIS IS THE LAST PARADE! *We&apos;ll carrrrrry oooonnnnn...*'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiYa7PuT5-I/AAAAAAAAACs/SyL5FIN2b3Y/s72-c/Image(300).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-1795905758145418757</id><published>2007-04-17T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:03:53.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Speech Day NONSENSE! (The journey through the imaginary minds of my friends and myself.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiTR2fuT59I/AAAAAAAAACk/awjT8Z_u8nY/s1600-h/Image(285).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054395415975421906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiTR2fuT59I/AAAAAAAAACk/awjT8Z_u8nY/s400/Image(285).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You guys must be looking at the picture going, "Riiiight...Another Speech Day photo moment..." Well, it's to add to the topic that I am on today. Which is, CRAP that my friend and I think of during serious parades! We will be standing there, supposedly serious, but what goes through our minds isn't how straight we should stand, or the commands we should be hearing out for. No, we imagine. Apparently, that purple dinosaur had influenced us alot. Anyway, here's a list of nonsense we thought about, for those who knows how parades are conducted, perhaps you might understand better.&lt;br /&gt;The List:&lt;br /&gt;1. Imagine, if the Guest Of Honour came in on a motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;2. Imagine, if he wore bermudas.&lt;br /&gt;3. Imagine if the Guards Of Honour began using their rifles, "Terminator Style" with their mouths opened wide, and tongues out, like a scene from "Alien", when the Commander's infront with a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;4. Imagine, if someone tripped. (The commander sounds great.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Imagine, if bird droppings fell onto someone's rank. (Not bad, promotes him to staff sergeant, if you know what I mean.)&lt;br /&gt;6. Imagine, if the car the Guest Of Honour was coming in, broke down while driving through the gates, and he has to walk down the rest of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;7. Imagine, if flags flew away.&lt;br /&gt;8. Imagine all of this being put together, now, give a name to the parade, please leave the name in the tagboard. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-1795905758145418757?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/1795905758145418757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=1795905758145418757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1795905758145418757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/1795905758145418757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/04/sidetracks-speech-day-nonsense-journey.html' title='Sidetracks; Speech Day NONSENSE! (The journey through the imaginary minds of my friends and myself.)'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiTR2fuT59I/AAAAAAAAACk/awjT8Z_u8nY/s72-c/Image(285).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-497755427524796487</id><published>2007-04-17T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:03:36.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; SUDDENLY...ITS QUESTION TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiTMwfuT58I/AAAAAAAAACc/7DSvrxncTFc/s1600-h/Image(289).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054389815338067906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiTMwfuT58I/AAAAAAAAACc/7DSvrxncTFc/s400/Image(289).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Guys, don't mind the picture, it's random. Anyway, I have been asking myself alot of questions lately, and most of the questions have something to do with what people normally do. Alright, first question, I was having my lunch with my friends when I began to ask this question. Alright, why. Why is it, that when people eat their food, they always have to ask, "how's your food?" "And to whom may it concern?" "Erm, well...I am just asking because apparently, I can't see you enjoying your meal with my own eyes?" See what I mean? Sure, it's courtesy, but hey, just use your eyes to see that a person enjoys the meal, what satisfaction do you gain from knowing my food's nice? Checking to see if you made the right choice of food? You bastard? Just kidding. Anyway, here's another question, WHEN WAS KFC HALAL?! I mean like, being blur and all, I probably didn't know that it was Halal, so all these years I thought KFC was like a forbidden zone to my good friends, the Malays. Well, now I know. (Someone's going to laugh at me for not knowing...I can feel it...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-497755427524796487?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/497755427524796487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=497755427524796487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/497755427524796487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/497755427524796487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/04/sidetracks-suddenlyits-question-time.html' title='Sidetracks; SUDDENLY...ITS QUESTION TIME!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiTMwfuT58I/AAAAAAAAACc/7DSvrxncTFc/s72-c/Image(289).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-895091052036777948</id><published>2007-04-14T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:02:38.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Speech Day Rehearsals, with a twist...NUMBER ONE UNIFORM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEtZfuT56I/AAAAAAAAACM/Eh3NNyMlFRY/s1600-h/Speech_22.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053370172922128290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEtZfuT56I/AAAAAAAAACM/Eh3NNyMlFRY/s400/Speech_22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Woot! I am in number one uniform with a dummy rifle! The feeling's exhilarating, and I am truly honoured to be wearing such a prestigious uniform! It's not everyday that you get to wear a uniform that is meant for major parades, thus the name. The feeling's awesome, and I love everything about it! Comparing that to the normal uniform that we wear for NPCC, this is a thousand notches higher! The uniform just makes us want to do our best, and during the parade, I can assure you, we certainly will. Number one uniform! Viva! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053371371218003890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEufPuT57I/AAAAAAAAACU/mEmgEEhyqUk/s400/Speech_52.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wow check out my eyes! I look so stern and serious! I am not usually like that! Must be the sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-895091052036777948?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/895091052036777948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=895091052036777948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/895091052036777948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/895091052036777948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/04/sidetracks-speech-day-rehearsals-with.html' title='Sidetracks; Speech Day Rehearsals, with a twist...NUMBER ONE UNIFORM!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEtZfuT56I/AAAAAAAAACM/Eh3NNyMlFRY/s72-c/Speech_22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-4514789963321528619</id><published>2007-04-14T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:02:13.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; AH! PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME! WAIT TILL I HAVE BOUGHT MY INSURANCE...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEnx_uT50I/AAAAAAAAABc/7RNuvW5xols/s1600-h/Dry_31.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053363996759156546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="117" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEnx_uT50I/AAAAAAAAABc/7RNuvW5xols/s320/Dry_31.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hey, guys! Pay attention to the front! What the hell's so&lt;br /&gt;interesting there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEoPPuT51I/AAAAAAAAABk/jCISyH7F5eA/s1600-h/Dry_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053364499270330194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="134" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEoPPuT51I/AAAAAAAAABk/jCISyH7F5eA/s320/Dry_8.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH! FIVE POLICEMEN READY TO FIRE! AND I AM ONE OF THEM! xD Just realized policemen are perverts themselves for winking at the person they are shooting at. *chuckles.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEo9_uT52I/AAAAAAAAABs/jVUOzt43Cz0/s1600-h/Dry_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053365302429214562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEo9_uT52I/AAAAAAAAABs/jVUOzt43Cz0/s320/Dry_10.JPG" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah! I look serious here! I must have been really angry at somebody in the lecture room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEqK_uT53I/AAAAAAAAAB0/S0-czIP9imU/s1600-h/Dry_25.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053366625279141746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="221" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEqK_uT53I/AAAAAAAAAB0/S0-czIP9imU/s320/Dry_25.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy to the left: Stop touching me, you perv, I have a gun, don't make me shoot you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiErBfuT54I/AAAAAAAAAB8/IemaUHV8lWw/s1600-h/Dry_22.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053367561582012290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiErBfuT54I/AAAAAAAAAB8/IemaUHV8lWw/s320/Dry_22.JPG" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just look at those two monkeys behind me! Now if I could just reach for the gun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiErw_uT55I/AAAAAAAAACE/T_HagwwKnko/s1600-h/Dry_32.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053368377625798546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="156" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiErw_uT55I/AAAAAAAAACE/T_HagwwKnko/s320/Dry_32.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What a touching picture, shows the amount of warmth and love we have in NP...Hey?! THOSE DUDES AT THE BOTTOM LEFT WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-4514789963321528619?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/4514789963321528619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=4514789963321528619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4514789963321528619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/4514789963321528619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/04/sidetracks-ah-please-dont-shoot-me-wait.html' title='Sidetracks; AH! PLEASE DON&apos;T SHOOT ME! WAIT TILL I HAVE BOUGHT MY INSURANCE...!'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEnx_uT50I/AAAAAAAAABc/7RNuvW5xols/s72-c/Dry_31.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-3793049394455037630</id><published>2007-04-14T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:01:32.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; Hey, Mr. Policeman? There's a gun in my hands, but I can explain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEkZPuT5yI/AAAAAAAAABM/-ZiyvbAkxwo/s1600-h/Dry_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053360273022510882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="165" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEkZPuT5yI/AAAAAAAAABM/-ZiyvbAkxwo/s320/Dry_6.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; That's right folks, I have a gun and I am not afraid to use it! Just kidding, the bullets are blank, but hey, the gun's real. Anyway, you must be wondering why the hell do I have a gun in my hands, well, the answer's simple, see, being in NPCC gives you the priviledge to use weapons such as this, and for the one good reason of achieving a badge for Marksmanship in the coming years. Anyway, this is just a dry shoot, so there's no real bullets involved, but when the actual day comes for the test, then haha, I could put a hole through your head! xD Well, these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEj1_uT5xI/AAAAAAAAABE/u51wWzhQzRs/s1600-h/Dry_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053359667432122130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="271" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEj1_uT5xI/AAAAAAAAABE/u51wWzhQzRs/s320/Dry_2.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;are just some pictures that my Inspector took of the guns when we were at the station. Uploading more images from this shoot later, so you can have a better view on the nonsense we do at "serious" trainings such as this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-3793049394455037630?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/3793049394455037630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=3793049394455037630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3793049394455037630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/3793049394455037630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/04/sidetracks-hey-mr-policeman-theres-gun.html' title='Sidetracks; Hey, Mr. Policeman? There&apos;s a gun in my hands, but I can explain...'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEkZPuT5yI/AAAAAAAAABM/-ZiyvbAkxwo/s72-c/Dry_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-5254009728502176147</id><published>2007-04-14T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:00:32.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; From below, as you can most probably see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEesPuT5tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XOoibQ8NnM0/s1600-h/trg_13.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053354002370258642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEesPuT5tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XOoibQ8NnM0/s400/trg_13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hey, that's right, it's our innovative structure when it's done, and most of you must be thinking, "Hey Vashon, what the hell is that? A cross between a badly made stretcher and a dustbin?" Well. It IS a badly made stretcher, but guys, we tested it, and the dude with the 'call-me' sign could lie on it with no problem, anyway, that heap of mess beside the stretcher is NOT a dustbin, it's just a small spacious compartment for first-aiders to put their stuff there when not in use, especially since you need both hands to carry a stretcher right? Anyway, we won the competition, and what was the prize? A candy bar! To reward us for working under a frickin' hot sun, on a humid day, with shirts made out of coconut skin (yeah, i am exaggerating, it was much thicker than coconut skin), and, well, that's about it. The other groups did pretty well too, but some structures are just hilarious, I might update this post with the other structures when I have the time, haha, in the meantime, FEAST YOUR EYES ON OURS! MUAHAHAHA! (Thick-skinned, yeah, I know, but hey! I was wearing coconuts!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37365823-5254009728502176147?l=the-letter-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/feeds/5254009728502176147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37365823&amp;postID=5254009728502176147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/5254009728502176147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37365823/posts/default/5254009728502176147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-letter-v.blogspot.com/2007/04/sidetracks-from-below-as-you-can-most.html' title='Sidetracks; From below, as you can most probably see.'/><author><name>The Letter V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13683394873450150357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEesPuT5tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XOoibQ8NnM0/s72-c/trg_13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37365823.post-7372157383052090880</id><published>2007-04-14T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:00:08.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracks; I AM BLOGGING AGAIN! *APPLAUSE*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEbWPuT5sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/chRX8OmrXm0/s1600-h/trg_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053350325878253250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xxxOrzHP5LA/RiEbWPuT5sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/chRX8OmrXm0/s400/trg_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Alright! I am blogging again, since Vanessa and Sharmin has been pestering me to do so, both on the tagboard and on messenger. Anyway, I recently found a website that my Inspector (of my CCA, which is NPCC, short for Nationa
