Sidetracks; Resurrection! Now to find out what happened while I was not typing crap into a website! (Part I)

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:

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.

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!

WHAT'RE THOSE THINGS BEHIND ME?! TURTLES?! ELEPHANT TUSKS?! WHAT THE!

These are the axes that the policemen probably used, or perhaps even pirates, man, what I would give to own one of these. xD

Well that's it for this post, Part II coming up soon! *swings hands alittle* Man, blogging is tiring.